We Will Rebuild, and We Will Thrive.

Pietro nodded with interest. "Cool. Like I said though you don't need to worry about names here that's why she told me."

Dick knew better than to betray Bruce's trust. He knew better than that. So much, Bruce would kill him. "Doesn't sound like Barbara. She's ony a civilian..." Dick thought about it.

Pietro shrugged. "Well she and I figured that we are from two different worlds maybe your from a third?" Pietro suggested casually.

Dick paled even more, if he could.

He was alone...

All... Alone.

Pietro saw the boy's face pale. "Hey Robby don't forget to breath. We're all in the same boat we'll all watch out for you no worries." He patted the kids shoulder.

Dick took a breath, trying to breathe. He tried to recalled Bruce's training... But... He felt so alone so alienated . But he assumed everyone did here...

Pietro took the kid shoulders. "Kid we all are alone here as far as I know. You want to hear about something crazy I did in high school?" Pietro asked trying to get the kids mind off the craziness of the situation.

"You don't know anyone here from your world? " the teen asked, needing to know.

"One woman that might be, but it could be like you and 'Batgirl' similar but different." Pietro answered the boy honestly.

"How old are you?" Dick blurted out, having a large habit of needing to know people's complete life stories.

Pietro smiled. "21." He answered. "And you?" He questioned.

Damn, he really was just a kid. Dick suddenly felt nervous, almost a little belittled. But he knew that he was probably even a better vigilante than Pietro could be... that was the only reassurance he had without his Batman, his father, there to help out with what was going on.

"I'm... fifteen."

Pietro smiled at the boy. "You are an incredible kid you know that? When I was 15 I was committing petty theft and vandalism your out saving lives and stopping bad guys." Pietro smiled.

"...I've been doing it since I was nine." Dick felt his cheeks heat up, he still was a little... fresh to the idea of compliments. Bruce was always just tough love. That was all... tough, strong love.

"Nine gees. That's bad ass." Pietro nodded looking impressed.

Dick beamed, usually people called him crazy, "Yeah! Finally someone doesn't think I'm nuts!"

Pietro grinned and laughed. "Oh your crazy your just bad ass too. Besides I am not someone you should ask to gauge sanity anyway."

Dick shook his head, "Damn, thought I could get away with it!" Dick shook his head before smiling, "Wanna be friends?"

Pietro put his hand to his chest. He gave a mock hurt look. "Why Robby I thought we were friend." He said overly dramatically before laughing. "Of course we can be friends."

"Asterous!" The boy wonder threw his fist into the air before he looked down at his belt, he fiddled with it noticing Batman's tracker was still on. He almost wondered if his father could find him but killed that hope the moment it surfaced.

"You like that word huh." Pietro ruffled his hair playfully.

Dick fought back at the hand like a playful puppy, "Asterous is an Asterous word! It should be treated asterously!" Dick made a small fit of laughter. It had been a while since he had this much fun.

"I guess it is." Pietro shrugged smiling. "You want to get something to eat Robby?" Pietro asked.

Dick nodded slowly before quickly moving to babbling again, "I wonder if it's actual food or that tubed stuff."

"Well lets hope it's not tubes. I like food the way it is thank you very much." Pietro grinned as he stood to his full hight.