Hey guys! Second story. Thanks for reading.

It was cold. The rain poured from the black clouds as thunder crackled in the distance. Robin sat on the edge of the brick building. It was a rough night. His eyes were slowly closing but he forced them to open again. Tired and weak, he wanted to return to the manor to check on Bruce who has the flu. He smirked. Bruce getting sick. A sight to see. He rubbed his back with his right hand feeling the brusies he had gotten that night. It wasn't even three and he had to stop five gang fights, a robbery and found a missing child. He felt proud that he did it without Bruce. Like he could do it on his own, but of course, the only reason Bruce let him come out was because the Joker was behind bars. Soaking wet, and ready to hit the sack, he forced himself to stand. He decided that he would make on last patrol before heading home. He was ten. He was a big boy and he could do this by himself.

Robin danced from rooftop to rooftop enjoying himself. He couldn't help it. He couldn't wait to go home to tell Bruce about what he did. His smile grew, streching across his face. Bruce was going to be proud of him. He even started to laugh and giggle like a school girl who had a crush on some hot guy.

The rain poured hard and the wind picked up and decided to whisper into the young boy's ears and suddenly-

"Help! Someone help me!"

Hero time, Dick thought.

He spun around and headed to the direction of the call. He leaped from the brick building and into the warehouses on the west side of Gotham. He stopped himself and remembered what Bruce had told him before he went on patrol.

Dick...Do NOT, EVER go on the west side of Gotham. Do you understand?

Yes Bruce, he answered.

But Why?, he wondered. Their no danger of what Dick's eye's caught. Are their traps? Are their guys with guns? He could take them down easily but before he could finish his thought.

"HELP! PLEASE!"

That decided it. He was going to help the poor lady. Porbably lost and cold and wanted to go home, just like him. He would beat up whatever thug decided to pick on poor helpless women. He dashed a crack inbetween to buildings. Very small but Robin was small too. He blended in with the shadows and peered past the corner of the warehouse to see a man running his way with a purse.

Too easy, he thought.

The man was in his mid 30's and tall. He was well-built and had a mustash. Dick kicked him in the nose and punched him in the gut, forcing the air out of him. He grabbed the purse and handcuff the man to the lightpoll. Soon he was walking towards the lady.

Why does this lady look familiar? Something about he face, he thought.

"Here you go ma'am."

"Thanks," she replied and told the purse. Something about the voice, he wondered.

"G'night," he answered and turned around and way about to jump onto the next warehouse but a sharp pain was in his left shoulder. He peered over to find a empty syringe deep into his skin. He pulled it out, only to find himself dizzy. His legs failed him and he buckled them before falling to the pavement.

"Sweet dreams...Robin."

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