It was a hot, lazy day in the city of Gotham. The crisp refreshing wind was scarce, and most of Gotham's population was inside, cooling off under the shade of a building. The freeways that winded through Gotham were nearly empty, and in Downtown Gotham, no one was trying to mug a passerby, because well…there weren't any. It was a calm day, surprisingly. No accidents and the news station had absolutely nothing to report, save for the weather forecast and traffic.
Unfortunately, the circumstances were different for a certain sidekick.
He was tired, dead tired, actually. Robin, the Boy Wonder, sidekick to Batman, was practically the only person who was bothering to even lift a few fingers. Daily routines, he supposed. Once again, the youngest member of the Young Justice League was training. It wasn't too enjoyable, due to the fact that he was so used to the routine, that he simply just did everything on instinct. During this time, Robin spent his time thinking.
'When will we ever get a new mission? It's been driving me crazy just having to sit here and wait for a good mission to pop out of practically nowhere!' He thought angrily. Despite being a well-trained sidekick, you couldn't attempt to control the thirteen year old's thoughts, nor behaviors.
He jumped from the wire; trying to flip and land on his feet, as usual. The word here is trying. Instead, his foot had gotten caught on the wire the moment he jumped, causing him to get entangled. This only got worse. He had tried to think of a way to untangle himself and get down safely before Batman noticed. Once again, the word here is tried. The rope had snapped, causing him to land ungracefully onto the padded floor…headfirst.
'I have a sudden feeling that today is going to be a very bad day for me.' He thought as he gritted his teeth. Forcing himself to stand up, he felt that he had a large bruise beginning to form on his head, despite landing on the pad. 'This is just perfect. Now I have to go to Batman and explain this giant bump on my head that came from my own clumsiness!' Robin groaned thinking of the outcome of that conversation.
He walked (more like staggered) to the door and lazily pulled it open, resting on the frame for a moment, his breathing labored. The quiet moments in this mansion were sometimes…unbearable. Sure, being a ward to a billionaire and a hero nonetheless, was exciting, but keeping his own name a secret, caused him to become…lonely. Especially since he saw most of his sidekick friends on a daily bases as Dick Grayson. Even worse, they were all friends with his secret identity as well.
They weren't the people to mooch off of a rich, spoiled kid. No, he couldn't see any of them being…greedy. Sure he was rich, but not so spoiled. He didn't have everything go his way like people saw in the movies or whatever. Robin was well, Robin. That was that. And Dick Grayson was Dick Grayson. The two were very much alike, only a few things were different. But the biggest difference?
One of them wasn't a superhero.
That was what set them apart. He was sure that his mentor/father thought the same as well. The Dark Knight was a completely different person in civvies. Robin knew that for a fact. If any of his friends found out his identity, it'd only cause a lot of trouble, and even more kidnapping. Robin was a sidekick to Batman,and a lot of enemies knew that Robin was the Dark Knight's weakness. They were like father and son, no, they were father and son. Even if Robin was adopted.
He'd never been kidnapped as Dick Grayson to torture Batman. Neither was it the other way around. He had been kidnapped as Robin as blackmail to Batman. He had been kidnapped as Dick Grayson as ransom to Bruce Wayne. That was different. But kidnapped as Dick Grayson to blackmail the Dark Knight? Never. Which was why he'd never spill his secrets.
Not even one.