So this my first fanfic so be nice! Please? I hope you like the concept at least.

It was raining, but then it was Gotham. Gotham always rained. The Dynamic Duo had been on a miserable patrol in the cold wet rain. They had argued. Big time. Robin was fed up of being treated like an incapable child. He had been doing the Boy Wonder thing a whole year now and still, Batman treated him like a kid. So he had stormed off, like the big boy he was, which was why he now found himself sitting on a fire escape in a dingy alley.

He was sat there glaring at his communicator, which he had taken out, for who knows how long when he heard movement above him. Deciding to check it out, he silently slipped up the fire escape a few levels.

He was on the seventh story of the building when he could see someone curled up on the level above. The three levels above giving reasonably good protection from the rain, a girl sat leaning against the wall next to an open window. Her legs were brought up to her chest and she had mid-length hair that looked in between a light brown and a blonde color but it was too dark for Robin to clearly see. She sat there without a light source, in her, what looked to be flash, pajamas, watching the raindrops with tears silently flowing from her bluey green eyes and down her cheeks.

Robin didn't know what to do in this situation. Was this invasion of her privacy? Should he make himself known? For the first time in a very long time, the boy wonder didn't know what to do. He was used to fighting criminals, taking down bad guys, being annoyed by paparazzi, as both Robin and Dick Grayson, but not this. Not finding a girl only a year or so older than him crying.

He was startled when she spoke.

"So is the famous boy wonder going to continue staring at me or what?" she didn't move an inch and had a slight sneer in her voice, presumably to hide the sadness, but what shocked him most of all was her accent. She was English. She was really well spoken and very, very English, not a hint of American.

"How long have you known I was here?" he asked before he could stop himself. She turned her head and looked at him.

"A few minutes," she didn't look him in the eye when speaking, "light was reflecting off something shiny on your belt."

"Oh."

What did he say now?

She looked at him once more before turning back to watch the rain. Robin decided on joining her so he climbed the rest of the way and sat next to her. She didn't say anything or go to move. So there they sat for a while until she broke the silence.

"So why are you alone?" he looked away at the question. "Did something happen?" he still didn't respond. She shuffled slightly closer.

"We argued." was all he said. When she didn't respond, but only looked at him, he elaborated. "He keeps treating me like I don't know what I'm doing and he acts as if I'm still new to the whole hero gig, but I'm not!" his voice was slowly rising in volume and he was getting more and more frustrated as he spoke. "I'm not nine anymore! I'm ten years old and I know how to handle myself! Yet all he ever does is treat me like a child!" he huffed, crossed his arms and looked away.

"Well…" she started to reply, "you are still young. Maybe not as young but you're still young and he might just be trying to protect you." she unfolded herself and looked at him.

Robin sighed. "You're mightily mature and sophisticated for a… what? Eleven, twelve year old?"

He looked at her trying to determine her age.

"Eleven, nearly twelve," she answered him. "I have to be mature, ever since my dad… ever since I've needed to take care of my mum, she… she's always working and out the house to pay for us." the tears were back, Robin put his hand on her shoulder to support her, "I learnt to cook our meals and clean the house, I have enough time to… do all that and my homework but it just leaves no room for anything else. It's not like we have the money for anything else, but… we both work so hard for so, so little," she had gone quiet now, "I just wish that we had the chance to be a real family."

They were silent for a minute. Sitting there on the fire escape with Robin supporting this crying stranger.

Silently, he asked.

"What happened to your dad?"

She didn't tense up or anything, she just dropped her gaze and her shoulders slumped.

"He was in love with my mom, bought her everything she wanted so when a few months back he asked her to come to America with him… well, she jumped at the chance.
"He bought this lovely apartment, no rent or mortgage, it was perfect. We had everything we wanted, and then… then… he left. Left us with the apartment that we didn't need to pay for. Left us with a fully prepared house and a fully stocked fridge. Two cars, a perfect life, and a few million pounds. The few million pounds was taken. Some by gangs and the rest has been used to support us so far. My mum has an interview for a proper job but… we will still struggle. My… errm… hobbies, use quite a bit of money. My dad knew that. You see when I say he left, he prepared us. He knew he was going. He taught me to cook and clean. Taught us what we needed. Gave us what we needed." she had gone from angry to sad and now she was so quiet. "I thought he loved us. That's what he told me. He told me he loved me and that this was all because he loved us. I was so tired and sleepy that night, I didn't understand him. I never got to say goodbye because I didn't understand what he was saying. He was gone the next morning. I wish I could find him. Just to say goodbye."

Robin was silent until a thought struck him.

"I could find him!" he turned her to look at him, "I could find him and you can talk to him!"

At her doubtful expression, he explained.

"I'm the Batman's protege, I can use the batcomputer and find him!" he grinned at her and she just stared at him.

"Batcomputer?"

"Oh… uh, yeah," he laughed slightly. "We have that, the batmobile, the batcave, batarangs, so… anyway," he was smiling at her and she actually smiled back,"I can find your dad. It will be so easy with the batcomputer!"

Her smile faded and she looked away shaking her head.

"If my dad doesn't want to be found, he can't be found. He left, he disappeared, he is not gonna appear all of a sudden just because you have a fancy batcomputer." she was upset again. Talk about mood swings.

"Okay, sorry." he didn't really know what else to say.

They sat there, once again, in silence watching and listening to the rain as it lazily fell to the ground.

"You should probably go inside, it's cold out here and you're only wearing pajamas," Robin stated.

"You should probably go back, Batman will be thinking you were kidnapped, again." the girl replied standing up to climb back through the window, that now that Robin could see, led through to a bedroom.

He smiled up at her. He got up and was just about to leave when she spoke up again.

"See you later?" it was more of a question than the usual goodbye.

"Yeah, see you later," he confirmed as he did a flip off the fire escape shot a grappling hook just in time.

She watched him go before climbing back into her room and shutting the window with a smile.

This is my first ever story. I once tried a different one but it was bad. Really bad.

This is set before YJ has started by a few years and I will get to the YJ bit but I just need time to "set up" the friendship. Sorry if Robins not perfect. I'm not sure what a ten-year-old Robin would really be like. I just assumed energetic and fun.

So anyway...

Thanks for reading!

Sheep Queen