RING! RING!

Robin rolled over. His phone was ringing, his cell phone. Who knew his cell phone number?

"Bruce, it's gotta be him," Robin thought.

He flipped over to grab his cell phone and tumbled out of bed. As he fell his hand knocked his phone, flinging it through the air, right into a pile of files.

Diving after his phone, Robin stumbled over his boots on the floor and crashed himself head first into his desk. "Son of a . . . " His voice cut off as he tripped over a stack of CDs.

"This had better be important," Robin muttered after diving into his files and emerging with his phone.

"Hello!" Robin growled into the phone.

There was no reply. He looked at the display. The words "One Missed Call(s)" burned into Robin's eyes. He threw the phone in disbelief, which then hit the wall and started ringing.

"What in Gotham is going on?" pondered the confused, tired Robin.

He grabbed his phone, answering it quickly, "Hello."

A man's voice came through, "Hello! Is Donald Trump available?"

"WHAT!"

"I asked if Donald Trump was available," the caller said calmly.

"I don't know!" Robin screamed, "Call his office and find out!"

"Oh," the man on the other end paused, "Did I call the wrong number?"

"YES! Yes, you did!" Robin raged.

"Robin, calm down, it was just a little joke."

The teenage super hero recognized the voice, but who was it? Who else could it be? "BRUCE! What? Why did you hang up last time? Why are you calling me?" Robin shouted, his anger increasing at the realization of the caller.

"I didn't hang up," Bruce said laughing, "The call was sent to voice mail and I didn't feel like leaving a message. To answer your other question, assuming you want an answer, I need to talk to you, as soon as possible. I'd prefer to talk to you at home so I was calling to ask you to come visit me."

"What if I don't want to go home?" Robin replied, still aggravated.

"Then you'll never know why I called you at four in the morning."

Robin let out a loud curse.

"My apologizes, Robin, did I call at a bad time?"

"Of course not!" the teen said sarcastically. "Why in the world would I be busy at four in the morning? I guess some people might be, oh I don't know, SLEEPING!"

Bruce chuckled, replying facetiously, "I didn't think you'd be asleep yet. Sorry"

"Do you enjoy waking people up? I know you're up in the night, but not everyone's like you!"

Still laughing, the owner of Wayne Enterprises asked, "Do you really think someone would call Donald Trump at four a.m.?"

"Maybe, I don't know! Your changing the subject! I'm NOT coming home no matter WHAT YOU SAY!"

"Dick, did you know that you are exceedingly incoherent this early in the morning? If you don't want to come home, don't."

"Fine. I won't!" Robin said defiantly. "Good-bye!"

"See you later, Robin!" Bruce said as he hung up cheerily.