4 times Robin found out a teammate's secrets, and one time one of the team found out Dick Grayson's

by FromAnkyra

Summary:

The thing about detective training, or even being unusually observant, is that it gives you a different perspective on the concept of secrets. If someone wants to hide something from you, it is courteous to respect that, even if their efforts are kinda pointless in the face of your pretty great skills. If you’ve found out someone’s secret, no you haven’t.

Robin has been training with Batman since he was nine. He is whip smart, but his compassion combined with Bruce drilling this rule into his brain means he doesn’t often break it. That said, he’s also fourteen, and fourteen year olds can make mistakes. Not to mention, occasionally be shitheads.

This is a story about the times Robin Fucked Up.

Notes:

Just to note, that unlike most of my stuff, this story is fully written, and will be updating every couple of days or so till it's all posted.

Chapter 1: Conner

“You know, if ‘a’ as a prefix means not, then the inverse of anytime—
Superboy, careful! The suit allows it to manipulate frequencies! Superman is vulnerable to very high frequencies!” Robin shouted.
Robin shouted, aloud, because M’gann had been knocked out earlier on in the fight, meaning they had to communicate verbally.
Robots didn’t look gleeful. They couldn’t. But still, Conner would have sworn the robot they were fighting had a look of pure joy on its expressionless face as it turned its sonic cannons towards him.
“Thanks for that, Robin,” Conner grunted, as the world faded into black.

“ —onner! Are you with me? Is everything alright?” Conner woke up to M’gann’s blurry green face looking down at him.
“Yeah. All fine. I’ve got Robin to thank for getting knocked out, he practically gave the robot we were fighting a personalised guide on how to kill me.”
“Were you hurt? Should we go to the medical wing?”
“I’m fine, M’gann. I just, need a few minutes to myself.” With that, Conner got up and stalked out of the room.

People without superhearing would not have heard Robin landing into Conner’s room. Conner did, but he didn’t look up.
“I’d prefer it if you used the door,” Conner said.
“Yes, but that wouldn’t be nearly as fun as crawling through the vents.”
Conner didn’t deign to answer that. Robin came and sat next to him.
“I’m sorry. That was stupid, on so many levels. I wasn’t thinking, and in anything but a training exercise it would have put you in a lot of danger.”
Conner fought to keep his temper.
“In the future, I’d also tell me if you learn about a weakness of mine I don’t know about.”
“I realise that. Here,” Robin said, handing Conner a list. Conner looked down at it.
“It’s a list of all of Superman’s weaknesses that Batman knows about. I don’t know if it’s all your weaknesses, especially if you’re half human, but it should definitely give you a starting point. There’s all the kryptonites, that you probably know about, green weakens and hurts you, gold removes your powers entirely, red turns you into—”
“An asshole,” Conner completed. He skimmed through the list. “...Pink?”
“All I know is what’s written down. I don’t even know.”
Conner shrugged.
“Shouldn’t be an issue with me, in any case.”
Robin’s eyes widened.
“...oh. But, you and Meg—, oh, wait, yeah, ok.” He gave Conner a wide smile. “Thank you for telling me!”
Conner shrugged again, but he was pretty sure he was smiling slightly.
“Yeah, sure. Just, please don’t go yelling about that to villains either?”
“Nytime, my friend.”