Normal POV

Dick started mumbling fast in his native tongue, which woke up Bruce. And, in all honesty, Bruce wasn't surprised. He was ready for the kid to have nightmares.

Not only had he just got emotions back. He was tortured. So yah, Bruce wasn't surprised.

But was Bruce worried? Yeah. Even if your prepared it's still unsettling to see your kid scared when he should be peaceful.

Nonetheless, Bruce quickly got out of the bed and held down his son who was tossing and turning.

"Hey, hey it's alright Dick. Calmeaza-te esti bine, Sunt aici Sunt aici" (Calm down your fine, I'm here I'm here) All done by Google Translate.

Bruce knew what to do. He remembered the first year he had gotten Dick. Back when he still had emotions and was grieving his parents death. And if there was one thing that always pulled Dick out of a nightmare, it was Romanian.

And how right Bruce was.

Dick shot up, gasping for air. Eyes glossed over, brain still living in the dream.

Bruce pulled his son into a hug, squeezing him tight. Dick wrapped his arms around the Dark Knight, shaking.

"What was that Bruce?" Dick whispered. He pulled away from his adoptive father and looked at him with confusion and anger and fear all swirled up on his face.

Bruce smiled softly and spoke calmly. "It was just a nightmare Dick. You had them before remember?" Dick didn't speak just looked down at his hands. Bruce looked at them, wondering if they were hurt somehow.

"What wrong? Was it the dream? Do you want to talk about it?" Bruce asked, slight worry growing in his voice. Dick continued started at his hands in horror.

"There was blood." Dick whispered, Bruce barely caught it. "There was so much blood."

Dick's hands began to shake as he stared at them in disgust. "It was everywhere. All over my hands, all over me." Bruce grabbed his hands and cupped them in his own. Dick continued to stare wide-eyes at them.

Shaking his head trying to get rid of the images, Dick pulled his hands away from Bruce.

"What's wrong, Dick?" Bruce asked again, he didn't expect Dick to pull away. After nightmares back then he wouldn't want Bruce to leave.

Snapping his head up at Bruce with a newfound rage, Dick started to yell at the Caped Crusader.

"It wasn't mine! It was your's! And their's! And Alfred's! And not mine! Not mine!" After his outburst his face contorted into pure shock. The boy curled in on himself and started to shake like he was out in a blizzard.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He mumbled over and over again into his knees. Bruce sat on the bed, trying to process all that had happened in about eight seconds.

Bruce tried to help his boy. He tried to go in for a hug, Dick loved hugs.

But not today.

Not today.

Dick let out a grunt of distaste as he pushed Bruce off of him. Then tears began to fall from his eyes and he went in to hug Bruce.

Bruce held him close, trying to figure out how to help him.

But there was no 'good way'. Dick was going through every emotion possible and letting them out all at once. Which resulted in one reaction then the next, even if they contradicted each other entirely.

"Make it stop. Please." Dick whimpered. Bruce's heart broke at how pained his words were. True, horrible, awful, pain. But what hurt Bruce at this moment was that he couldn't take the pain away. He'd help him heal and learn to remember emotion how it was.

But right now? Right now it was going to be nonstop confusion. Nonstop love then hate. Nonstop smiles then nonstop tears. There was not going to be an easy day until everything finally fell into place. And who knew how long that would take?

"It's alright, Dick. It's alright." Bruce said quietly, shushing his son. Running a hand from the top of his head to his back. Playing his black hair and rubbing small circles on his shoulders.

"Please." Dick begged again, Bruce just held him tighter. "Please!" Dick shouted. He said it over and over again, beginning to thrash around in Bruce's arms.

Bruce just continued to hold him, taking all the odd punches as the boy tried to get away from him.

Suddenly Dick stopped all movement and began chuckling. Which soon turned into full blown cackling.

"What's so funny Dickie?" Bruce asked, this was definitely a better emotion for him to experience at the moment.

Dick was laughing so hard no sound was coming out. Just odd gasp for air as he continued to laugh.

Bruce let him go and Dick doubled over clutching his stomach.

"T-This sucks," he wheezed out. "This sucks so much!" Bruce was not expecting that as an answer as his son continued to laugh as if he was hit with Joker gas.

Earlier - Normal POV

Wally sped out of the med bay, going to the mission room as Bruce had instructed.

How he was supposed to explain it?

'Oh, Joker just gave Robin back his emotions after he didn't have them for four years! He'll just be traumatized for a while!' and then laugh a little like a sitcom?

Yeah, no.

But Wally would have to figure something out,
because he had arrived at his destination.

Everyone was standing around near the center of the room. Not talking allowed, so probably having a mental conversation.

"Guys." Wally said, grabbing their attention. They all whipped around towards him, practically running in his direction.

"What happened?"

"Where is he?"

"Is he going to be alright?"

"What was that?"

Wally simply put his hand up, silencing them so he could talk. "As you saw, Joker gave Robin back his emotions." Wally was so serious it was almost unnerving.

"The reason Rob reacted so badly is number one, he didn't have emotions for four years. And two, pain is an emotion, so he hadn't feel pain in four years. Suddenly being able to feel pain again, then feeling it like no person should, is not a good mix."

Everyone nodded, it made sense.

"So where is he now?" Artemis asked.

"Resting."

Everyone sighed, what were they supposed to do? This was their teammate, they had to help him somehow.

Would they even like a Robin with emotion? What was he going to be like? What if he sucked somehow? What was he like before he was emotionless, would he be like that?

"How are we supposed to help him?" M'gann said sadly.

Wally looked down, "I don't know . . ."

Chapter complete. Awesome!

Oh and I just wanted to explain something since I never officially did.

Some of you may have wondered (or at least I thought about this) how the team doesn't know Dick's secret ID. If you've payed attention they only refer to him as Robin, besides Wally who does know his identity (Roy does too we just haven't seen him).

But you'd think the team and villains would be able to put two emotionless kids together, right?

Well the public DID know about Dick not having emotion. But he was super boring so they did literally nothing on him after they announced it the first time. Everyone's pretty much forgotten about Bruce Wayne's adopted son. Some thought it was a phenomenon and wanted to do research but couldn't get anything out of him so research kind of sucked.

Bruce also never enrolled Dick into school. When Bruce first took him in, he wasn't mentally and emotionally ready yet (obviously). And his English wasn't the best, so he had Alfred home-school him.

As for Robin, he can fake emotion for undercover missions. Its really not that hard, you just gotta play the part. And being a bat helps a lot, its a better excuse used in the villain world. Dick was Robin while he still had emotion for a while, but he was more a distract-er then a fighter so he didn't get hurt much.

Jeez, my authors's notes are long XD. I just wanted to explain this because its been bugging me ever since I made the story.

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