The teacher: Robin's new teacher is more than a little strange; he wears a cloak on the warmest days, always has his face covered, and smells a little like sewer. Crossover

I was still in a little bit of denial as he looked at the strange man standing in front of me. This man was to be my new ninjitsu instructor? Had Bruce finally made a mistake? This man that smelled like old sewer water couldn't know anything about ninjitsu.

"I don't like him" I said plainly, wrinkling my nose in disgust, "find someone else."

Bruce glared at me, "No, it is all right, I understand." the man said, "I will leave. But only if you can make me young one."

I grinned, thinking this was too easy, and struck out with a rolling kick I had learned last week in kickboxing, but my foot made contact with only the air, as the strange man had moved out of the way so quickly, I couldn't see where he had gone. Confused, I glanced around, on defense, ready for an attack, or so I thought when I felt a kick to my behind that sent me tumbling head over heels. The smiling stranger stood over me, and I blushed with shame that he had somehow beaten me.

"I guess you can stay Mr.?"

"Hammato Yoshi." saying this, he extended his hand, which was wrapped in tight bandages.

I took the hand gratefully; wincing a bit as the stench once again filled my nostrils.

Tim will show you to your room." Bruce said, "I would, but I have a very important meeting to get to."

Knowing that this was Bruce speak for 'I'm going out on patrol, and you're not coming.' I huffed angrily, but all the same, I picked up the suitcases, which actually were a lot lighter than they looked, and headed up the stairs.

(switch pov)

I know even as I'm gaping at the sheer size of the mansion in front of me that this is a mistake, I should never have taken the job. Then, I think of my sons faces when they learn the things my new paycheque cna buy and I walk into the home. It felt so cold in that place, that for a moment, I paused, and then smiled as I noticed a small boy staring at me from on the stairs. So, this was to be my new pupil?

"I don't like him" I heard him say

The man I assumed to be the boys guardian glared at him, and I smiled again, it wasn't the boys fault. My appearance and smell had put a lot of people off of hiring me once they had met me, but the fire in his eyes intrigued me. The boy was eager to learn, I could see that much in his face. So I decided to challenge the boy.

It was plainly obvious that the boy had some sort of training, but as soon as I moved out of the way, into the shadows, his eyes lost track of me. I noted that the boy's guardian's blue eyed stare never once lost me and wondered what he was hiding. Pushing that out of my mind, I knocked the boy to the ground, grateful as he got up to be getting the approval. After being shown to my new room, which I was sure, could double as a gymnasium, I took out a small battered cell phone, sighing even as I pressed the button that would allow me to speak to my oldest.

"How goes the job Master?"

"I think the master of this house is not what he seems."

"You could always come home." I sighed again, hearing the plea in his voice

"I took the job, and I will stay until it is done."

There was silence on the other side of the line, "If I need help, I can always call." I added

"Sleep soundly master and try to call more often."

I chuckled to myself as I hung up the phone, laying back in the enormous bed, and turning out the light without ever knowing that something else was watching...

End Chapter

So, any guesses to whom it is yet? I think you'll be pleasantly surprised if you haven't figured it out.