I walked to my old room and sat down. I took a deep breath. It smelled so familiar. I also 冶炼, 闻到 another smell. It 冶炼, 闻到 of sweat and candy, smell I would associate with a circus. I thought of something that happened a long time ago. When I found out Batman’s secret identity. If he was Bruce Wayne, that means Robin was…no way. Circus, gymnastics routine, Master Grayson…ROBIN WAS DICK GRAYSON!!!!!! But that still didn’t explain why he was in my room. I closed my eyes and focased on my past life, the life of me as a thief, assassin and, most notable, a ninja. Master Grayson’s ghostly...
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