okay guys this is my first fic!!! I am working on it for my own benefit too, meaning I will always be updating on my computer, it's up to your reviews to get each chapter updated. I would like to thank my bff leah zimmerman for helping me and listening to me blather on about it. Leah, it's finally here!!!

disclaimer: sadly, I own none of this except the plot and i copyright all my made-up characters.

ON WITH THE SHOW:

He sat on the sidewalk by his school shifting the grains of sand between his two fingers. His stomach grumbled. He patted it, "don't worry he'll be here soon and then I'll get some food." A boy joined him. He looked up.

"Hey Mark, care to join me?" Mark slung his backpack off his shoulders and sat down next to the boy.

"Don't mind if I do." He smiled when it wasn't reciprocated he put his hand on the younger boy's shoulder. "Is everything okay Rich? You didn't seem yourself today in Chemistry class, you're normally driving Mr. Chamtra crazy, but today…" Rich wrapped his arms around his knees and mumbled "I'm fine." And when he realized his friend wasn't leaving so soon he added, "seriously I'm fine, I just have a lot on my mind that's all." the sound of a car-horn stopped Mark from saying his response to Richard's abrupt comment. Mark got up and then hesitated looking at his sulking friend.

"You sure you're okay?" Rich looked up and faked his best smile

"Of course I'm alright. Seriously, go ahead I'll talk to Bruce. I'm sure he'll get it." Mark signaled the okay sign and ran to the car that awaited him. As it drove Rich started laughing to himself. 'Bruce would understand' his foot.

He looked around and didn't see anyone. He then headed towards the bus stop as he pulled the sweatshirt hood over his head. He didn't want anyone to recognize him as Bruce Wayne's ward. If anyone knew he was taking public transportation, they'd probably call him a limo. He hated that kind of attention. He sat down on the bus and tried to avoid anyone's glance. He needed to think about how he would talk to Bruce.

His life for the past couple of months sucked. Ever since he assumed the identity of robin, batman's "partner," life had become a lot more complicated. He had to balance crime-fighting and homework at the same time. At first he dealt with the responsibility, but then he noticed a major change in the way people looked at him. Richard snorted. What an image people must have had of him. I mean, Bruce Wayne's ward! He heard what the news reporters said about him. 'Richard Grayson, the young protégée of billionaire Bruce Wayne is a fine upstanding young gentleman. His black hair is always combed back neatly and his piercing green eyes show knowledge and wisdom beyond his years. He shows no sign of the awful tragedy that befell him at the young age of 14. Now only eight months later and he is as happy and pleasant as if he had never felt the pain of a loss as great as he did. Hard to believe this perfect-postured young man was once part of the famous circus act, the flying Graysons.'

They knew nothing about him. This Richard was a figment of the press's imagination. Unfortunately that wasn't true. Richard existed, he was the perfect image of what Robin should be. Bruce never called him Robin, even when in costume, he was always Richard, and even his friends knew him as Richard. No one knew the truth. He wasn't Richard. Richard was the boy the news reporter had describes on the day of the interview. No he was Robin, a totally different person. His unruly black hair was everywhere and he hadn't combed it back since the reporter left. His green eyes were bloodshot from the lack of sleep (and a few drinks.) his eyes were also a nice shade of blood-red because of color contacts. Yeah, he should probably take those out before Bruce saw then and banned yet another thing from his life. He took out his lens case and popped the contacts out in a few seconds. He had become an expert at that, seeing as Bruce came to the school very unexpectedly at times. He was also so not the pleasant boy the reporter had described. He was sarcastic, cynical, a complete pessimist, and always talked back. His outlook on life was bleak. He wasn't really trying to be negative he was being realistic because most of his pessimism turned to reality. In a job like crime-fighting, your worst fears are realized. He was also slouching, another way he differed from "Richard." Bruce never met Robin. He'd seen him plenty of times, but he'd made sure to kill him before he actually became real. No, Bruce never acknowledged Robin to be real. Because in Bruce's mind Richard was the boy he had adopted as his own, and Robin was a one of the regular "punks" who are out there. Bruce would never, could never face reality. Robin didn't exist in Bruce's eyes. But in

The bus had just pulled to the stop between Flint and Grant, when Robin decided to look out his window. To his horror there was Bruce craning his neck looking for something, presumably Robin. Before Robin could look away Bruce turned his head towards the bus and did a double take. "Damn" thought Robin, Bruce's face didn't even flinch but it turned rock-hard. Robin knew that look he was really livid. Bruce then pulled the car in front of the bus and got out. Of course no one objected, this was Bruce Wayne. He walked onto the bus and did an angry march towards Robin. Robin pulled his head completely into the hood of his sweatshirt and put on his usual face when dealing with Bruce, cynicism. Bruce stopped right in front of Robin. Robin didn't even look up until Bruce pulled down his hood. Robin heard a collective gasp on the bus. "Here it comes" he thought. Bruce wrenched Robin's arm up and dragged him through the bus. Robin made himself as heavy as possible, but it was nothing for the amazing Bruce Wayne. As he passed the bus driver the guy muttered a feeble apology, something about if he had known. Bruce dragged Robin to the car and waited till the bus. Bruce dragged Robin to the car and waited till the bus. Bruce dragged Robin to the car and waited till the bus left and then turned to him with a glare that could kill. Robin wasn't scared, he had seen this face a thousand times. He stared back defiantly. Bruce couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't control himself, but he had to. He hadn't fallen before any villain before, even his parents' killer. He wasn't going to let some kid make him crack.

"Let's start with the first thing, what were you doing on that bus?"

"Trying, to get to the house." He said it in such a monotonous voice Bruce wanted to slap him right there.

"Don't I pick you up every day from school?"

"Yea."

"Why did you think I wouldn't come today?"

"I didn't."

"So why were you on the bus, if we established that you knew you could get home a lot easier by waiting another minute for me?"

"Because I… you wouldn't understand."

"I was a teenager once too, you know. Try me." Robin rolled his eyes and sighed. So did Bruce. Robin stared out the window appreciated the much-needed silence. The car pulled up to a red-light and someone caught Robin's attention. A girl was standing at the corner waving goodbye to two other girls as they crossed the street. The girl who caught Robin's eye was beautiful. She had her hair up in messy pigtails, tied by blue ribbons that fell down loosely by her ears. She had a few streaks of light blue in her beach-blonde hair. Her eyes were bright blue, like looking into an ocean, but right under her left she had a tattoo of a swirl. She had three piercing going up one ear all filled with studs, and her other ear had one graceful chandelier earring hanging form it. On her neck there was a thick leather choker and a dog tag. Her shirt was tied at the bottom in hillbilly style, but on her it worked. Her plaid skirt was as mini as they come. She wore long leather boots that showed off her beautiful legs but still leave anyone wanting more. She was perfect. Everything wanted and needed in the opposite sex. He was practically drooling until she stared right back at him. She cocked her head and winked at him. Even in this state he was able to give her one of his sexiest smiles. Bruce looked at him and then in the direction he was smiling at and screamed out the window, "keep moving young lady." The light then turned green and Bruce pressed his foot against the gas pedal. Robin looked at him with a look of sheer horror and anger. Bruce looked at him and rolled his eyes.

"Don't tell me you were even interested in her. Robin it's girls like her that make you do things like you did today. Don't even think about it."

By this point they had pulled into the mansion garage and Bruce was walking out of the car. Alfred walked up and took Robin's schoolbag. Robin muttered a thank you and he was about to walk towards his room when an alarm rang. The three of them looked at each other. For the moment, Robin would have to put away his anger, they had work to do.

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