You're not my Robin, but you are my Nightwing.

I ran as fast as I could, my legs burned as I rounded the corner of the building. I fell off the old man is going to kill me, I thought as I jumped the last set of steps. My green boots smacking the concrete, I lost my utility belt in the fall. I wasn't helpless without it, because the old man fought without his before. I found the escape latch of the fire escape, my hands trembling as I pulled myself up.

It wasn't to long before I reached the top as I rushed up the stairs, I flipped over the rail of the roof with a smile. I landed on the heels of my feet, rushing forward I didn't see them as I ran into the green smoke barrier surrounding Batman and the Joker. I did hear Bri Bri scream as I was hit from behind, I rolled across the roof like a rag doll. I was paralyzed as I inhaled the smell of the building burning, I looked forward in fear my mind trying to register the situation.

I couldn't move as I heard the laughter get closer to me, I felt my baby blue orbs widen as I was grabbed by the collar of my cape. I was jerked up off the roof, now face to face with the Joker. His make up looked like a canvas of fear, the colors smeared into one another from the fight with Batman. I felt my mind fading, as I was carried off by the insane clown. I looked at the green smoke as it swirled into the dark sky, it was the only thing I looked at as I was thrown into an unmarked van.

The doors slamming shut on my unnerving stare, I felt the van start as I slid to the other end. I breath in the scent of smoke and metal, the only weapon I have is my mind. Alfred told me it's the greatest weapon I have, I never really was good at strategies like him. I closed my eyes once before biting my cheek, I hated being weak and it never suited me. I struggled to sit up as the van shifted again, I slid to the doors now. I gritted my teeth and threw myself into the doors, my head met with the inside handle.

I remember the fall as I was now free, the pavement came up to meet me. I grunted and endured it, I felt my mind working up a plan to survive. I thought of Brianna, her red hair and her perfect smile. The old man giving my head a quick pat as I accomplished my first mission, I felt the concrete collide with my face. The sound of sirens, was all I could hear before I faded into black.

(Four months later)

"Are you sure?" She asked, her arms were crossed in amusement. Bruce Wayne gritted his teeth as he looked at the boy, his protege, his son. One last time before handing over the new identification of the lost Robin, his old files were locked away in the safe of his room. "Do I have a choice?" He snarled before turning and leaving the hospital room one last time, the woman quit smiling and walked around the bed. "Don't worry Bruce he'll be safe and sound.." She whispered.

The night nurse came in to the room to gasp, the bed was now empty. The bed was made and sitting on it was a single note, she opened it to read it quickly. It was just a the word meow, and a sum of money for the equipment used. She left the room to find a doctor and security. Her path crossing with a women in all black, pushing her brother in a wheelchair out of the icu ward. The exit now unblock, the women grinned as she made her way into the elevator.

One look at the slumped over boy and she announced "I'm Juliet nice to meet you Andy." She pushed him into the elevator and smiled at security going to the icu ward, her eyes glowing with amusement as the doors slid closed.

Notes

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