The sun rose over the mountains and cast its blinding light onto the rough cut stone walls surrounding the city, market stalls began to open and the bats flew back into the hollows in the mountain side. A man in a jet black cloak ran through the city, it waved around him exposing the yellow inside lining. His studded black leather boots pounding against the stone streets with a sound of desperation. He pushed the guards out of the way and threw the large doors open that were embedded into the mountainside and he ran, now even faster up the staircase and into the throne room, and there was his master. Seated on a throne made of shadows the cold glint of his sword and the glare of his eyes were the only light in the darkness.
'Why do you disturb me Sir Drake?'
'King Wayne Sire, Emperor Kal-El, The Superman, requests your audience inside his cities walls'
'HA!' The King threw himself upwards out of his throne. 'Then that thing is more a fool than I thought. He thinks himself a god; better than the rest of us because he saved his citadel from that mad man, but he still stood and watched my Gotham crumble because I refused to join his empireā¦' Drake moved forward towards the man who was his lord, and his friend.
'Sire he said to me personally that he needs you. He needs King Wayne, The Bat Man. I know your history with him m'Lord but you should at least hear what he has to say.' The King walked toward Drake and placed his armoured hand on Drake's shoulder.
'That is why I keep you in my service, and exactly why you have the title of The Robin.' The King walked towards the staircase.
'Because I'm right?'
'No; because you are the only person who will question me.'
