Robin meets Superman

Disclaimer: I do not own Batman or any other characters that belong to DC.

Chapter 1

Dick

The Batcave was dark the only lights coming from the spotlights on the giant penny and the dinosaur, as well as the other trophies in their illuminated cases.

Sitting in the big chair in front of the computer in my Robin uniform I monitor Batman's progress as he creeps through Penguins newest attempt at going straight. This time he has opened a club called the Ice Burg Lounge. Maybe for once it will actually be for real and not just a cover for a scheme he's got planned.

I snort quietly to myself at the thought, no way.

Pushing back from the computer a little I start spinning the chair.

"Focus Robin," Batman's voice growls in my ear through the com link.

Instantly I stop the movement, with a huff, "I'm bored Batman, I still don't see why I couldn't come with you tonight."

I know I'm whining but I hate not being able to patrol.

"Your injured, no patrol if your injured you know that." His voice is low and I can hear the rustle of paper through the com.

"It's just a sprained wrist. You still patrol when you have cracked ribs." I point out already knowing it's no use, but at least when I'm talking I'm not bored.

"Robin," There is a noticeable smirk in his voice in that one word before he goes on, "Convince Agent A to let you on patrol with an injury and you won't get any argument from me."

I groan already knowing that I've lost, there is no way that Alfred will ever allow me out on patrol with a sprained wrist.

Suddenly the computer beeps and pulls up one of the security cameras on the waterfall entrance. Not seeing anything to cause the alarm, on that feed I pull up the rest of the cameras.

At first I don't see anything but then for a split second across three cameras in a row I see a red and blue blur.

All playfulness gone from my tone I backflip out of the chair, firing my grapple up into the ceiling I quickly hide among the many squeaking bats clinging to the outcroppings in the ceiling of the cave.

Whispering so that the intruder won't hear I say, "Batman we have an intruder in the cave."

"Who?" The one tense word is enough to tell me he's worried.

Swallowing hard I take a deep breath and force my voice to be steady, "I don't know the alarm went off and when I checked the cameras all I saw was a red and blue blur. Now I'm hiding in the ceiling."

"Stay hidden. I'm on my way back. Do not engage unless you have to." I can already hear him moving the air whistling over his com.

"What if I have to?" I ask him wincing at how small my voice sounds.

"Then do whatever it takes to remain inside the cave."

A small smile creeps over my lips at this, "Yes sir."

"Leave your com on so that I can hear what's happening."

Before I can reply, the red and blue blur appears in the open area of the cave between the computer screens and where the Batmobile usually park.

He's strange looking, he has black hair and blue eyes, but it's his clothes that strike me as strange, he is wearing blue spandex with a red cape, red boots, and an S symbol on his chest. He seems familiar but I can't place him just yet.

Slowly he looks around the cave, then he turns and seems to stare right at me.

"Who are you? How'd you get in here?" His harsh voice makes me jump and nearly costs me my grip on my grapple.

How's he know I'm here?

Crossing his arms over his arms over his chest, the muscles in his arms strain the bright blue fabric.

"Get down here before I come to get you." He narrows his eyes like he is trying to glare, but really after seeing Batman's glare this guy's is really kind of pathetic.

I stay where I am, really if he expects me to fall for that he's got another thing coming.

Suddenly he is just a blur again, then I feel a hand of steel gripping my wrist and breaking my hold on my grapple, a startled cry escapes my lips as gravity pulls against me, before I'm brought to a stop in the intruders hold. He slowly starts floating down toward the cave floor. For a heartbeat I hang limp in his grip, staring at him open mouthed. He can fly?

I look into the equally shocked face of the Intruder as he gets a good look at me, bright red Kevlar armour over my chest with an R over my heart, a black cape with a yellow underside. And dark green Kevlar padded leggings, finished off with black boots, gloves and a domino mask over my eyes.

My heart is beating so loud that I barely hear Batman's voice in my ear mummer "Third pouch on your belt, don't attack him."

Why not I want to ask, but now's not the time for questions.

"Who are you talking to?" The Intruder demands.

Smirking at him, I reach for the compartment on my belt, my fingers closing around a small glowing green rock. Batman said it was only useful against one person but I haven't had a chance to look over those files yet.

Pulling out the rock the intruder stumbles his bruising grip on my wrist loosening instantly, he backs away from me a grimace fixed on his face, as I slip free of his hand and back toward the computer. His eyes are extremely wide as he stare at the green rock in my hand.

"Where did you get that?" He demands his voice weaker than before.

I don't answer him but I keep my eye on him.

Suddenly there's a screech of tires and then the Batmobile is skidding to a halt about twenty feet away from me and the Intruder.

Then Batman is jumping out, gliding across the floor without a sound more floating than walking.

My knees go weak with relief at the sight of the narrow white eye lenses that sweep over the cave before coming to rest on me.

"Batman," The Intruder calls sounding, happy to see him.

I don't like that, glaring at the American flag clad man. I run over to Batman and wrap my arms around his waist.

"Daddy, you know that man?" I ask him as the heavy black Kevlar covered arm circles my shoulders, the weight comforting.

"Daddy!" The Intruder shouts, sounding completely shocked.

Batman ignores him, "Are you alright Robin?"

I shake my head, "I think he made my sprained wrist worse when he grabbed it."

Batman growls his eyes narrowing into a batglare at the other man, who gulps and takes a few steps back, holding his hands out in front of him as if to ward off an attack.

"I didn't mean to hurt him."

"Why are you here Superman?" He demands, as he takes the green rock from me and tucks it back into the pouch on my belt for me.

Wait that's Superman? Hmm maybe that's why he's familiar.

Superman ignores his question and just stares at me and Batman his mouth hanging open. I can't help but laugh at his expression now that I know he isn't a threat the tension that has been thrumming through my body eases.

"Batman who's the kid? How'd he get down here? Why does he have Kryptonite?" The words leave Superman's mouth tumbling over themselves to be heard.

Batman gives vent to a small sigh then answers, "Superman this is Robin, my partner. He is also my son, and I gave the Kryptonite to him so that he can defend himself if that becomes necessary."

"Why didn't he know who I am?" Superman sounds kind of upset now.

"Because he hasn't finished going through the files yet, and before that he didn't have access to the news on TV and what kid is going to read a newspaper." Batman says his tone flat.

Superman nods then glares at Batman, "Wait you knew it was me who was here. I heard you tell him which pouch to use."

Batman nods, sounding very pleased with himself he says, "Consider it your punishment for coming to the Batcave uninvited."

Batman lifts me up, and starts carrying me over to the med bay. I snuggle up to him pulling his cape around me, enjoying the warmth that comes from having my Dad hold me.

Superman's voice sounds very hopeful when he speaks again, "So you're not going to make me take extra shifts at the Watchtower for scaring Robin?"

I feel Batman's head turn to look at Superman, "No Superman, you'll be pulling monitor duty on Saturdays for the next month because you caused Robin to hurt his wrist more."

With that Batman walks away not giving Superman time to say anything.

Giggling I look up and see the briefest hint of a smile pull Batman's lips up as he looks down at me, and in a voice that only I can hear he says, "Good job Robin."