"This is the story of how I died… Nah, I'm just fucking with you. This story isn't even about me. It's about a boy, named Dick Grayson, and it starts with some grown ass man, dressing as a Bat every night. Fuckin' weird right? Anyway, this Batman guy ruled the night and people loved him for some goddamn reason. He was given the name, The Dark Knight. Well, this Knight had stumbled upon a small child who had recently lost his parents. He took him in and that little twat baby face loser became his Robin. No one really knew who he was, but nearly everyone loved his looks. Mostly capturing the attention of women. Crazy right? Women, falling for like a one year old baby. Fuckin' people these days, I swear. On the day of his arrival, the Dark Knight released thousands of bats into the air to celebrate. God, how many bats can one guy even have? I barely see like two if I'm lucky. Well, one night, while the Batman slept, someone slipped into the house and stole his little Robin. Slade Wilson, a man no one really knew had taken the child from under that point nose, and hid him away. No one knew his motives for taking the boy 'cause I mean what good is a baby. All it does is cry, eat all of your food and cry some more. Don't even get me started on what comes out of that thing. Although, he did have beautiful ocean like eyes… So I've heard! I'm not gay or anything, jeeze, calm down there…"

"Slade took the small child and raised him as his own, telling him that his little Robin couldn't go outside ever. When Dick asked why, he was given the same answer… There were people out there who would steal him away, I find it rather ironic really… Since Slade was the man who stole him. But even if he wasn't allowed to go outside, the tower he was locked away in couldn't hide everything forever. Each year, Dick awoke to the sounds of wings and small noises. He always snuck to the window to watch the bats swarm the skies; not knowing that the reason they were sent out was for him. To guide him home back to his Batman…"

A small little bird hopped out onto the window seal, chirping softly as it frantically looked around before flying into the flower pot, burying itself under the leaves. The Robin ruffled his feathers and peered out between the green leaves as the wooden doors swung open.

"Aha!"

Dick grinned and held onto the window doors, looking both ways before letting go, putting his elbow on the ledge. The blue eyes closed and he gave a quiet fake sigh, looking off up at the blue sky.

"Well, I guess Timmy isn't out here."

The now seventeen year old said, putting his arms behind his back, walking back into the shadows. Not being able to see anymore made the little bird cheep and he jumped out, ruffling his feathers before Dick jumped up again and caught him.

"Got you! That's thirty for me and four for you. What should we do now, Tim?"

He grinned brightly and set the bird down on his shoulder, crossing his arms on the ledge, looking out over the green grass. Again, Tim chirped and jumped off of his shoulder, flying just above his head, going out further.

"You know I can't, besides, I like it in here, and so do you. It's not that bad, come on!"

Tim fluffed his feathers and squawked, following Dick back inside the tower walls. He sat on his head, burying himself in the black hair. The teenager threw a rope over the hook on the wall, grabbing both sides, he pulled it down so the sun shined in the dark tower. He ran across the room and grabbed leaped onto another rope, swinging himself onto the banisters. He walked across, putting his arms behind his back so he could balance.

"Seven in the morning it's time for training,"

Dick said to Tim, then let the bird fly off of his shoulder; flipping himself forward so he was walking on his hands. He smiled to himself, his legs hanging above his head as he pushed himself off and stuck the landing; his hands going in the air. He smirked and looked to the bird that was flying above him.

"By the time I'm done with that, it's about seven fifteen, so I read a book, or maybe two or three. Heck, I'll read some more!"

He hung upside down, flipping through the books pages before he dropped down and sat on the ground. Dick put his hands in his lap and he picked up another book, reading it. By the time he finished, he got up and went to the clock, crossing his arms. Huffing out some air, he blew up his bangs.

"Timmy… When do you think my life will really begin? I want to go out and see the world…"

Dick walked over to the window, leaning out of it.

"But Father says that I can't just yet… Tomorrow night, I'll be eighteen and the bats will fill the skies once more… Then maybe Father will let me out to explore the world I've been kept away from. Surely he will, at least to let me see those bats up close."