Prologue I'm Lonely, Bat
"You don't have to do this, Robbie," Bruce Wayne said as he watched his adopted son pack his bags and strap them to his motorcycle tightly, one more useless attempt to dissuade the boy from leaving the only home that he had ever known.
"I think I do," Robin said again for the hundredth time as he turned to look at him.
"I know that you really wanted me to become your official sidekick, but I just can't. You would only lose your place in the League if they found out about me. I won't put you through that. You're the best father that any kid could ever ask for, and you always will be. I won't repay you by shattering your dreams. I love you too much."
"It's more then that, Robin. I can see it in your eyes. They've always been so expressive of what you're feeling. Tell me. Please."
Robin sighed, turning back to fiddle around with his bike needlessly so that he wouldn't have to look at him.
"I can't find what I need in Gotham, father. It's too.. stiff. Cold toward those like me. I'm lonely, Bat. I need to find my Life-Partner. Someone to love me. I'm so tired of sleeping alone, with no one to hold me. I need love.."
Batman watched his son throw his left, long leg over his motorcycle, turn it on and roar away into the night.