I have a poll on my profile page asking a question I really want to have answered. I'm trying to get as many answers as I can, and very few people visit my profile. I've gotten literally one answer in a week, and that's sad. Please answer, and be honest about it.

I only own my OC's, AND this OC is NOT trans! she is 100% female!

Key

"Dialogue"

"Telepathic Communication"

'My thoughts, Twin Telepathy'

'Dick's thoughts, Twin Telepathy'

Prologue

I stretch tiredly and look out over the city. Seems like a slow night—no crime, and hardly any life at all. It's a rare peaceful night in Gotham City.

"Rach?"

I turn to look at my twin brother. We're thirteen years old and both former acrobats. What's more, a DNA test Bruce did only proved that a genetic miracle lived in Haly's Traveling Circus: mixed gender identical twins.

"You all right over here?"

"Just tired." A shared yawn interrupts our thoughts. Normally I would giggle, but I'm too tired to even think right now.

"You excited about tomorrow?"

"Ask me once I've had some sleep."

My brother, Dick, laughs softly, causing our guardian to glare at us from the other side of the roof.

'If I had to choose, I'd take Bruce any day over Batman.'

Before I continue, my name is Rachel Grayson, and my brother's name is Richard. Until we were nine, the two of us were acrobats, traveling in Haly's Circus with our parents, Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin as the Flying Grayson's. Then came the fateful day when Tony Zucco sabotaged our act, leaving our parents, aunt, and cousin dead and Uncle Rick unable to care for us. We were sent to an orphanage, where Bruce Wayne soon took us to his mansion. I'm not kidding. The place is huge. I seriously felt out of place, and I could tell Dick did too, but it was nice to be out of that orphanage. A couple months later, we helped bring our family's killer to justice as Robin and Blue Jay under Batman's wing.

Dick and I were soon trained, and got costumes that match our bird-themes—at least in color. My costume is a blue sleeveless mid-thigh length dress with a black and light blue 'B' on the left shoulder, blue leggings, blue boots, blue gloves with a computer in the right glove, a black domino mask, and a black cape with a blue lining. I have my normal pigtails pulled together in the back with a blue scrunchie, and the ends are secured with blue hair ties as well. Dick's costume is a red closed vest with a black and yellow 'R' on the left shoulder, a black t-shirt, black leggings, black boots, black gloves with a computer in the left glove, black cape with a yellow lining, and a black domino mask.

Now, Dick and I have rooms across from each other—we couldn't bear to be apart when Bruce first took us in, hence the DNA test that proved the fact most would think of as freaky. Now, Dick's got two best friends in Roy and Wally, and I spend a lot of my free time singing, being more of a lone wolf—like Batman. Weren't for my fear of bats, I'd be in the Batcave almost every day. Bruce once told me that's why he became Batman—well, actually, he became Batman because his parents were killed, but he chose the name Batman because he was scared of bats.

Honestly, I like being sidekick to Batman, and I wouldn't have it any other way, but sometimes his personality sucks. I mean, seriously, I think dishwater has more personality than he does.

I smile slightly. "Yeah, Dick, I am. I finally get to see the Hall."

He smirks. "We've been to the Watchtower."

"Rarely." I deadpan, "Get back to your post, birdbrain." I laugh under my breath. 'Dick's nowhere near being a birdbrain. He's a prodigy, and I know he is, because I am too. It's just fun to pick on my slightly older brother.'

"Let's head home."

Dick and I share a tired look before pulling out our grapple guns simultaneously.

Once on the ground, I stretch before climbing into the Batmobile.

"Tired, Rach?"

"No duh, Dick." I sigh. "Let's get home so I can get to bed."