Character : Batman, Robin, Alfred, OC

Universe : DC, Batman

Rated : T

Chapter 1 : Boy meets Robin

Two days and two nights passed. The young woman was safe and sound when the police came around the streets near Avalanche Complex. Only to find three big guys lied down, purple eyes, some lost teeth, beanie and gold jewels scattered on the ground. A truck lied on its side a grey smokes rose.

In the night sky, a silhouette flew across the tall complex buildings. String attached and released as the shadow moved closer to each one. A glimmer of light shone on the right side on the shadow. It's a golden bracelet.

"It looks rather effeminate, don't you think?"

as soon as you arrived in the Batcave, unfamiliar little voice echoed in the chamber.

"Master Dick was a boy when he wore that."

That's definitely Alfred's.

"Where is he now?"

"Moved on,"

You're not sure if it was the right timing to announce your presence, you'd rather keep silent and kept an eye on them. There are three people in the room. Batman on the ground, Alfred and a kid was on the second floor in front of the suits tanks.

Still clad in your suit, you approached the stairs quietly as you try assessing the situation.

"You're back," Batman greeted, which made the two lads tilted their head towards your direction. Batman noticed.

"I'm... yeah...I'm back," the lame comeback made you want to put your foot in your mouth. You reassured yourself that one didn't expect this from Batman, made you very justified of your reaction.

Play it cool,

"yeah... hello..."

No that's dumb.

The awkward silence as their respond, brought you to recollect yourself together and formed an appropriate respond, "Batman," you began, "the Avalanche Complex has been secured."

"Good work, Robin. Report."

You came down to the ground floor and reaching the super computers to open the file on your case.

"The early information as I was told, there's a gang of thieves about to commit jewels robbery. The target was Avalanche Complex. As you predicted, they came in a truck at designated time. I got them after the robbery as their truck leaving on the near street," typing the final report, you added the details of name and characteristic of young woman until the screen showed her image, " a young woman witness almost been victimized. A scratch on her and panic reaction remained after the police came around. And I..." made the traffic a mess and the road had scratches and some broken properties,

"made sure the police got them all before I leave the scene. That's all the report on this case tonight," you looked at Batman to find approval on the report. Also some assurance you covered the accidents.

"Hm," he replied, "the woman is there at an odd hour. Was she there when you caught the truck?"

"...yes."

Better said the truth. Batman noticed everything as the more experienced detective. A little nod for a broad question was a hope for Batman to discuss it only when he needed more details for possibly future connected case.

" I would have done it neat,"

A little voice came from above,

"not to mention, minus the young woman got harmed and the thieves wouldn't even be able to leave on their truck."

You totally mention it!

Facing your head upward, you saw a kid, slicked-back haired, leaning forward on the stair handrail as in hovering to look down on you. A frown formed on your mask, all knowing and all-disagree.

You didn't know me.

"Alright, enough, Damian. I will close this case after a few more details o the subject. Alfred," Batman said.

"So, shall we see where you'll be sleeping," the butler escorting the boy who locked eyes with a frown mask for a good second before his little head moved to face upfront him. Curiosity, expectation, reflected on emerald green orbs.

"He is your next Robin?" you didn't hesitated to ask.

"It's not decided," Bruce replied short.

You surrendered to confess the details on the young woman in the robbery case. The bad timing, the damages. Some you have no excuses, some you managed to tilt.

This has been your worry over some times for now. You expected Batman did notice the odd knowing he was the result-oriented type.

Your works got sloppy.

"Your works got sloppy."

He said it.

"That's why you brought him here?"

Bruce looked at you for a second, "no, that's not why he's here. His name is Damian, he is my son. His mother left him under my care after the League of Assassin was under attack."

"Was he from the league or something?"

"Yes," Bruce replied as he managed the file case to approve and close it.

"Ra's..?"

"Yes."

The screen showed approval sign as the man clicked on the square button to later close down the super computer.

"What happened, (y/n)?" that question startled you, "some things bothering you?"

He looked at you gentle as he's waiting for a reply. Concern showed in his eyes. You know the result was everything for him and you have adopted the same mindset as how you were taught. But in this, even you were surprised by yourself every now and then.

"I can handle myself. Don't worry."

A prideful answer just left your mouth and you didn't know your own response to it. Standing tall to make assurance of your word, Bruce only had silence to take in your affirmation.

He rested a hand on your right shoulder, looked into your masked-eyes for the last time. "Alright. But, if anything happen, tell me. We can make it work."

You nodded. Turning around to go back to your room, Bruce's voice just stop your feet on track.

"Also, I'll be holding this on to return it later." A bracelet dangling on his hand. You knew without seeing it. "Maybe to also buy you some new school supplies on the way. You've probably outgrown your school uniform by now, how about you come along?"

"Thank you, Sir, my school supplies still good."

You headed out as quick as lightning.

.

Batman noticed.

Batman always find out.

I made the plot based on the characterization of the OC. But I haven't found some name for the OC yet, so until then I might leave it open as a reader fic. Lemme know if you might like this better.