Normal POV - Morning in Bloods Room

Another weird wake up call. That's what Blood woke up to again. But instead of the team standing over his sleeping body it was . . . The Flash?

"What is with you weirdos and watching me sleep?" Blood stood up and maneuvered his way around the man.

"Sorry," Flash apologized. "But why were you sleeping on the floor?"

"It's more like my house." Blood sighed before taking a bite of his dough frisbees. Flash made a mental note to tell Batman that Blood sleeps like that because of where he used to live.

"Well you can leave now, thanks for the breakfast." Blood took another bite. Flash's jaw dropped.

"You. . you said thank you." Flash said, more like asked.

"I may be an assassin but I still have manners." Blood responded. It was true he could have manners . . . when he wanted to.

"Well your welcome!" Flash smiled. "Oh and I'm the Leaguer at the mountain for the next two days." He pointed out. Blood nodded his response, food in mouth.

"So what are we gonna do today Dick?" Chad questioned.

"I don't really wanna see the team. I think I'll just go back to the gym." Chad seemed satisfied with that answer, as he didn't talk again.

After Blood finished his small utensil-less breakfast, he made his way to the gym. Luckily no one was in there, meaning he had it all to himself. He looked around and decided what to do first.

"What do you think we should do guys?" Blood asked.

"How about the bars those were fun." Chad responded.

"I was going to say balance beam but we could do that afterwards." Cheryl added.

"Alright let's do that then. Bars then Balance Beam." Blood clapped his hands together and made his way towards the bars.

He first stretched, in any way, shape, or form his body allowed him, without breaking. Then did a couple of cartwheels and flips to get warmed up. Then he chalked his hands and jumped onto the bar. He swung back and forth, then did three full circles. After he got a good momentum he did a simple double flip off of them. It was a good warm up.

"Now it's times for the real show. . ." Blood thought. He was to far too into his gymnastics to notice the team standing by the door. They hadn't made a sound when they saw Blood inside. As they wanted to see how good he was when no one was watching.

Blood again jumped up onto the bar and swung back and forth. Then he swung around in 5 big circles this time. Then once he was going fast enough he did the Flying Grayson's signature move, the quadruple flip. He flipped through the air like a ribbon on a string. The team had never seen anyone so graceful. It was pretty amazing to watch. Blood landed so that if any judges were watching they'd give him a perfect 10.

     "That one was really good Dickie." Cheryl complemented.

     "Thanks Cheryl." Blood smiled. That's when he noticed the figures standing by the door. He quickly jumped into a fighting stance to realize it was just his new teammates.

     "Woah . . . . Blood you flipped 4 times." Wally forced through awestruck. The rest of the team was pretty much the same way. Each of their eyes sparkling with amaze and their jaws dropped.

     "Uhhh yah I - uh - took a class when I was younger." Blood rubbed the back fo his neck nervously. It's was an obvious a lie. But he was to panicked to lie properly like he normally did.

     "Oh man, oh man, they're gonna figure out my identity!" He thought. "Wow have I not sworn in so long I don't even swear in my thoughts." He mentally chuckled. "No stay on topic they're gonna figure out who your are. So not whelming. Not whelming at all."

     "No, only 3 people in the world can do that." Artemis said. "I saw them once but everyone said they all died." Blood thought about the old memory, defiantly not a happy one. "They said the parents were killed and the kid ran away and is supposedly dead."

     "Crap she know . . . should you kill her?"  Chad suggested. Blood was honestly thinking about it but Artemis has already said to much. If she died they could just look him up.

     Artemis eyes widened as she finally realized who Blood was. "Your Richard Grayson . . . The last Flying Grayson."