A/N: Hey guys! So haha, In kinda nervous about writing this new story sine I'm still new to the dc comic universe, but because I freakin love Dick Grayson, I felt obliged to write this. Anyway, sorry if this seems ooc at all. I'll try my best to get all the characters right, but as I said, I'm new to this universe so there's a good chance they will be. I hope you enjoy this story though! Warning: Lots of Robin/Dick whump up ahead!

Batman and Robin had been tracking down Scarecrow for the past week now, and though they were getting closer, they still didn't have any real leads. Robin was getting annoyed, and for several reasons.

One: How come the big baddies never seemed to stay in Arkham for long? The Dynamic duo was constantly recapturing escaped villains and it was getting old.

Two: The search for Scarecrow was keeping Dick from being able to get all his homework done, and though he was a certified genius, he still needed to keep his grades up, especially since he had to prove he could handle being two grades ahead.

And three: Something was going on that Bruce wouldn't tell him. Dick suspected that it had something to do with the rumors he'd been hearing about the new fear gass Scarecrow had created, but he wasn't sure. And Bruce was treating him differently because of it. He had even said that he was considering to not let Dick continue working this case.

Now Dick knew that Bruce only cared for his safety and all, and sure, he was only 13, but they were partners. He deserved to know what Bruce was keeping from him. He deserved to be able to help! Besides, Robin had faced Scarecrow before. Heck, he had faced villains worse than him before, and he was still perfectly fine! What could be so bad that Batman might not let him continue this case??

But then...On top of all that, Bruce was hosting another one of his annual rich-people parties or whatever, and he was forcing Dick to come. Dick hated those types of parties and events. He hated having to get all dressed up and be on his perfectly best behavior (not that he regularly behaved badly), and act all in ice too around the elites. Not to mention the few select individuals attending these parties that seemed to hate him. Dick guessed it was because he was a "lowly" Romani orphan from the circus and the rich folk didn't feel like he belonged, but whatever the reason, Dick didn't care. They had no right to treat him like he was scum.

Dick sighed as he leaned back in his chair in the Batcave and tapped his fingers on the desk, thinking about all of this. His mask was currently off and set to the side.

He was overthinking all of this. The party would be fine. Dreadfully boring, but fine. After all, he had survived plenty of events like this before. And he knew Bruce would never let anyone talk bad about him. Say what you might, but Bruce Wayne was a great guardian, albeit an overprotective one. All would go well, and if Dick tried hard enough, he bet he could also convince Bruce to agree to let him continue the case.

"-You in here? Dick?"

Upon hearing Bruce's voice echo throughout the cave, Dick stood up and turned around so he was facing his said guardian.

"Here," Dick replied. "Sorry, I was just double-checking some files real quick."

Bruce- wearing the batman costume minus the cowl- glanced over at the mostly neat stack of files Dick had left on the computer desk. "Right...Well it's getting pretty late now, and you have school in the morning. If you don't go to bed soon, Alfred will have my head."

Dick frowned to this, but didn't argue. Again, Bruce had been treating him different lately. He wasn't letting him patrol as late, and was making him go back to the cave before Midnight had even struck. Sure, school was in session and all, but that hadn't stopped the Dynamic Duo from staying out past 1 before. Something was up with Bruce and Dick wanted- no needed- to know what.

"Okay… Night then…" Dick replied with a bit of hesitation. He watched as Bruce gave a simple nod in return and walked away.

Dick went back up to the manor and stalked to his room. He'd just have to continue all his work tomorrow and hope something would finally break through.

As he laid down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, Dick sighed. Sooner or later all of this would be over and Bruce could stop treating him like a child. Sooner or later…