1 – The author does not own Robin, Superboy, it's elements and likeliness.

2 – Tale for entertainment purposes only

3 – Go watch the original "Who's on first?"

4 – Please, enjoy

Chapter 1


"So, 'Kid-Goody-Two-Shoes' also knows how to cheat."

Jon Kent just smiled, as he watched Damian go through yet another series of exercise. He wanted to protest, but decided not to. Robin was right in a way: his school assignment was simple: interview a businessperson. That meant his colleagues rushed to talk with the owner of the local Ice Cream shop, or the mechanic, or even some farmer. He decided to interview Bruce Wayne. His father was against, of course, talking about drawing unnecessary attraction, the need of doing things the hard way, and so on. Louis Lane went to his rescue. It would not be strange for the son of two reporters to interview such a bigshot. They had the connections without uniform and the League, after all.

But was the League that delayed all that. With Batman on a mission, in the owl-light of the Batcave, he has nothing to do but watch Damian exercise and wait, occasionally petting the dog Titus who, despite his enormous size, enjoyed it.

"Will you finish anytime soon?"

"If you're bored, do what father suggested – use some old interviews of him, have Alfred fill the holes to put yours together, and just wait to have the photos taken."

"That would not be fair."

"tt – Pennyworth is used to it. He gave a good dozen interviews pretending to be Bruce Wayne. Batman has priorities other than Gossip Magazines." And smiled "Or hayseeds."

Jon walked around the cave some.

"You're lucky I am not short-tempered, Damian" he heard a particularly strong kick hit the punching bag, and giggled more. "You know, we…" he turned around and saw Robin had disappeared.

He was wearing only the long dark unitard he wears under his tunic and cape, so blending in the shadows was easier for him.

"Damian?"

The answer was an empty small water bottle hitting his head, as Damian was hanging upside down from an Olympic horizontal bar.

"Done."

"Nice. So, what you wanna do?"

"Shower, light food, patrol later."

"Together, city boy. What can we both do?"

"Hrmpf, I think I can not escape being a host. Follow me." And, just to break the silence "How's the move to Metropolis?"

"It will take another two weeks or so. I really don't like the city. At the farm, I had my friends. There, I have nobody."

"Hm, I didn't know she lingered in that city, too."

"Who?"

"Nobody."

"Fine, don't tell me. Thing is, I will have nobody to talk to. Until school starts, that is."

"At least, you will not be completely alone."

"What do you mean? I just said I have nobody."

"Exactly." Damian looked at him for a moment "Don't tell me you have a crush."

"A crush? I don't even know any kid around, how can I have a crush?"

"You just said you have Nobody. Sounds pretty possessive to me."

"Possessive on who?"

"Who are we talking about, hayseed?"

"Nobody!"

"Exactly!"

"Is this some new villain, dummy? This Exactly?"

"No, Dummy is at Arkhan for decades. We're talking about Nobody."

"So, why talk at all? This is strange."

"*tt*, nope, we haven't heard of Hugo Strange in months. Back to the subject."

"What subject?"

"Your crush."

"Cut it out, Damian! I have a crush on nobody."

"So, you admit."

"Admit? I don't even know what I am talking about!"

"Anyway, lover boy, after I shower, I'll have Pennyworth fix ourselves some meal. Then we can arrange some frivolous pastime."

Jon smirked. Only Damian could say "we will play" that way. In their way to the young Wayne's room, they passed the large oil portrait of Bruce Wayne family. Jon stood there for a while.

"I am kind of jealous. How does it feel to have brothers?"

"Grayson's fine."

He stood there, waiting for the little Wayne to say anything else about the others. It was useless.

"My chamber's this way. And I would be a bit more careful with your desires. The probability of you having a super villain sibling is high."

"I wasn't planning ahead of teaching him or her to walk and climb trees."

"And that's the problem with the clan of 'S'. You don't foresee, you pretend be normal people."

"…mom says the batfamily is paranoid." Jon let it escape, out of frustration.

"Out there is a clown that finds funny to torture people to death. A woman who can make any potted flower kill you. A former attorney who decides your life on a coin toss. A pyromaniac guy dressed as a bug. So, yes, sorry if we are always on the edge."

"Right, truce?"

Jon thought for a while. Damian would not agree with anything with the word "play", so…

"Want to exercise Titus afterwards?"

"Good idea."


Entering Damian's room, Jon was disappointed. If there's some videogame or TV, they are well hidden. In fact, he could count in one hand the decorative items there. And the first one that caught his attention was

"Naughty, naughty, Damian"

"Huh?"

"A photo of a blond lady in lingerie on the wall. I didn't expect that from you."

"*tt*, look closer." Said the young Wayne, unzipping his unitard.

"Don't mind if I d" Jon had to suppress a gasp. What looked a normal corkboard was filled with newspapers news of crimes, maps pinpointing places, written notes, all about...

"That is my investigation on White Rabbit. She is being the talk of the underworld, doing several robberies. She is far from being a petty criminal, so I must discover why the need for so much money and…"

"Fine, fine. Sorry I called you a dirty mind. The way you think is dirtier and more dangerous."

"Ha!" that's the answer coming from the running water.

"Hm, but you said you want to patrol?"

"Yes, there's some places full of cheap robbers and such where I can get info about White Rabbit."

"So… you are looking for a woman after riches, and will leave the wealthiest place in Gotham to search on the wrong side of the town?"

There was a moment of silence and then the water closed in a hurry. A wet Damien, wearing only a towel around his waist, zoomed past Jon.

"Kent, you do think! Back to the cave."

"Weren't we going to eat?"

"Ask Pennyworth. He will provide any meal you want."


After some time, A concerned kid and butler went down the cave, the huge computer monitor providing the only light around. Typing with care, Damian, in his full Robin uniform, didn't mind the newcomers. Alfred offered down a tray of food.

"Focaccia al rosmarino, smoothie of milk, papaya and banana, pear flambé and you are trying to eat the napkin, master Damian."

Without leaving his eyes from the scream, Robin got one of the edible items offered by the butler.

"Say, Alfred, Damian just ran around the house wearing but a towel, and is eating without leaving the computer. And some people complain about the manners of farm folks?"

"Sometimes, the Waynes are not best example of civilized behavior, young mister Kent. Must be genetic."

"I need to choose the words very carefully, post in the right places. I am making up a story about Bruce Wayne having some hard cash stocked in his home, due a shady deal. Must look legit, if we want to attract White Rabbit."

"So, I am back to the boring cave"

"You are more than welcome to use our library, young sir."

"just Jon, Alfred."

"Maybe not so boring. Pennyworth, get my contingency briefcase number nine, please."

Damian got the item, opened it with his fingerprint and a code, and tossed it to Jon. Opening, the son of Superman found:

"The sneakers have the most generic sole print I could find, even so I defaced it a bit. Impossible to recognize and, therefore, track. Dark blue jeans, so you can blend in the dark easier. I padded the 'S' crest in the jacket with our special Kevlar, I don't want other bullet fiasco after last time. Gloves, of course, so you don't leave your alien fingerprints around. And a dark red, discreet cape. Go get dressed for the occasion."

"You made me an uniform?"

"I made several contingence things."

"You care that much about me? Like… a friend?"

"I ranked things up and realized it was likely of you appear around unprepared. Number 9 of 16, so far. But you are right, I care about you…"

"Wow, Damian, it's hard for you to say something ni…"

"… so much case number four is kryptonite."

"I hate you."

"Glad to hear it."


Jon checked his cell phone. One hour sitting in a small room, checking the security cameras. He lost count the times he tried to float, walked around, sat, did anything to stay alert.

"Most of detective work is to wait, Superboy."

"Fine, you be the detective, I am going to bed"

He tried to reach the door, but knocked his head on the ceiling, instead.

"I am… flying? Damian, I am flying!"

"Aaaaarrrr, I am more worried about the fact you are wearing some green clothes."

"You said 'aaaaarrrrr'?"

Robin looked at himself, as he was somehow donning some sort of pirate outfit. Looking back at the monitors, he saw some rooms of the manor looking like a pirate ship, others, a tropical island, and, walking through the main door, a sharp-dressed red-haired man.

"Mad Mod!"

"I think we have other problems, o Captain, my Cap… Robin. Where did that come from?"

"What can be worse than a posh british reality-altering villain?"

"It's my… shadow. It just flew away."