A/N: First off, I would like to say that this plot is NOT my own. If this isn't your first Sladin story, then you have probably heard of a writer called Wynja. This is pretty much 95% her plot, for her Sladin stories titled Touch and Terms of Endearment.

So you're probably wondering why I would bother to rip off of her plot.

Well for starters I'm not trying to rip off or steal anything of hers. I have a lot of respect for her and I would never do such a thing purposely, I like to genderbend characters and I like Sladin. I've often thought it would be interesting to see how Robin and Slade's relationship would change if Robin was female. So I took one of my favorite Sladin stories and came up with this little number for my first Robin genderbent exercise.

Again I hope this doesn't offend anyone, And I hope if Wynja sees this, I hope she isn't too upset at my idea of gender bending the Robin in her story. Again I mean no disrespect ^_^

Feel free to review! Happy reading!

(Also yes, I will be posting Sladin with my own original plots in the future, this is just me getting my feet wet after a year or so of not writing really anything creative)

Some nights, when I'm missing the Batcave, and Bruce, and Alfred's cooking, I will climb to the roof of the tower and stare at the stars, and remind myself that Batman is more than likely looking up at the same shiny specks of light. Lately I have found myself up on the roof more often than not, so I decided it would be good to give Bruce a visit.

It was great to see Bruce again. Refreshing even. I could tell that the dynamic of our relationship has changed in a way. I hadn't seen him since I moved out and headed to Jump City over a year ago. He immediately pulled me in for a big hug upon my arrival, which is unlike him, but I guess he has been missing me pretty badly. Alfred gave me a hug as well, but that was to be expected.

Bruce has always been proud of me, this I know for sure, but this last week, while I've been visiting him in Gotham, he's been beaming at me this whole time. In fact, while I was reacquainting myself with the Batcave, he decided it would be a good time to out right tell me so.

"Rachel, I'm so proud of you." It was almost shocking to hear those words. Again, of course I knew he was proud of me, but ask anyone about Bruce Wayne, whether they truly know him or not, and they will all-across the board-tell you that Bruce Wayne is not the sentimental type.

Neither is Batman, and it was clear to me that Bruce was a bit more proud of Robin than Rachel. This was about me leading the Titans after all. Along with owning up to a large responsibility the Justice League had given me, keeping my identity safe from my new friends, cleaning up Jump and making it safe for families again, on and on he went. It was a bit overwhelming, and I couldn't help but blush a bit. I'm pretty sure Bruce was blushing under that cowl too.

Bruce has always been a father figure to me, and always will be, but he could never replace my actual father. Dad was a great man, and a bit of a goofball at that. He was very sentimental and open about his feelings. Bruce is a great man too of course, but the opposite when it came to everything else.

Either way, the compliments and praise that I received my first night back in Gotham were more than appreciated and something my home-sick heart needed to hear. And Alfred's kind words, gentle hugs and sweet pies were also very helpful.

Gotham has been pretty quiet this week, as if someone in the crime ring had heard the Girl Wonder was back and to steer clear, or maybe lay low. I could only dream. Maybe my name carries some weight in Jump, but back in Gotham, I'm a mere sidekick. Most of these people remember me hopping around in spandex when I was a little girl. I'm sure that image is very intimidating.

I did roam the city with Bruce at night while I visited him. Some nights Barbara joined us. Bruce had already started training Barbara before I had left for Jump, so I wasn't surprised when Batgirl had strolled into the Batcave my second night there. The commissioner's daughter was a little younger than me but probably a little smarter when it came to gadgets and tech. Which is completely fine to me, I have Cyborg to handle the hard stuff for me in Jump anyway.

Again, things were relatively quiet in Gotham until my last night there. I was planning on leaving for Jump soon, in fact, I was already packed to go, said my goodbyes and the Wayne private jet was loaded, when the Batsignal lit up the sky. It had been ages since I'd seen it and well, it gave me goose bumps to be honest.

I couldn't just leave.

Batgirl was stuck in the confinements of her bedroom (because her father, Commissioner Gordon, has yet to find out about her nightly activities) so it was just myself and Batman on this case, just like the good old days.

Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, up to no good as usual. Harley was easy to catch, but Ivy is always a different story. While Batman was dealing with Harley and her big mouth, I was in a face off with Ivy herself. She made remarks, about how I've grown up quite a bit, and the usual ones about how I should be my own woman and stop taking orders from men, to which I replied, "I don't know if you've heard, but I've got men who take orders from me now," before flinging bird-a-rangs toward her.

It had been a while since I had fought someone like Ivy, and while the fight didn't take too long, it was tedious and I had to move, a lot. She's fast with those plants, it's actually incredible. I've always thought that she would have made a great heroine if she could overcome whatever is ailing her.

In the middle of the fight I had fallen and stumbled into her plants. A large thorn was wedged into my forearm. I winced a bit as I pulled it out, but otherwise kept moving, flipping around to dodge her attacks. I had soon forgotten about all about the thorn and my clumsiness.

We managed to catch both of them, though it would be only a matter of time before they would find a way to break out of Arkham Asylum. Those two, when they put their heads together, can be almost unstoppable.

When Ivy was being shoved away by the GCPD, she looked me up and down and snickered.

"I hope you meet someone nice, sweety."

I had I no idea what she meant by that. I shrugged it off as maybe a comment pertaining to my leader position in Jump? Or maybe she was just being pervy. That wouldn't be the first time I had caught a villain looking at my exposed legs. I had to remind myself to get a new pair of tights soon, my last ones had ripped over two weeks ago.

After saying my goodbyes again, I changed out of my Robin uniform, and Rachel Grayson boarded the Wayne private jet. Bruce's trusted pilot was to fly me across the country to an airport in San Diego, where he had picked me up one week ago. I slept on the plane, having fitful fever dreams full of…