Author's Note: Hey guys! I have recently fallen head over heels for Jason Todd thanks to the New 52. I don't, however, particularly like Isabelle so I created my own love interest for Jason. I like this backstory better, lol. Have fun and review and comment please! I love feedback! Stay tuned for more chapters! I don't own anything that belongs to DC Comics.

Life's unfair and it never goes the way we would like. That has always been the motto of Gotham since the day I was born. In this city, one day you're successful and happy and the next you've been robbed of all your money and your family.

That was the norm for Gotham's citizens for years before I was born. Then, a man, known only as The Batman, showed up out of the blue. Thanks to him, crime rates went down and delinquents were running scarred.

But The Batman, unfortunately, also brought out the crazies. Arkham Asylum has never been so full. Scarecrow, Penguin, Two-Face… The Joker.

That last one always sends a shiver down my spine. He's the kind of guy who just wants to watch the world burn down at his fingertips. There's no rhyme or reason behind him and I'm the kind of girl who needs a rhyme and reason to everything. Thankfully, though, my interactions with him are limited to the evening news.

My mom and I lived on the fifth floor of our apartment building located in The Medium. The Medium is where the people "in the middle" of the economic ladder live. We're not rich, my mom and I, but we aren't poor either, just middle class with more than enough money to get by.

High school is high school. I go to Gotham Prep on a scholarship, but thanks to an anonymity clause in the contract, hardly anyone, including the teachers, knows that I'm a scholarship kid. It's an anti-bullying technique used by the school. Not even my (only) friend, Kim, knows. It's that I'm ashamed of my scholarship, I earned it; it's just easier.

"Batman should be locked up."

I look up from my doodle (just a bunch of flowers and leaves) to realize that my government class has, once again, gone off the day's subject of the Bill of Rights to whether or not Batman is good for Gotham. As seniors, you'd think we would be able to stay on topic, but that's not the case. And since Batman is one of Mr. Stenholm's favorite subjects, the Bat comes up almost every class period.

"Batman has done this city a service and gets rebuked for it," Marnie argues. It's safe to say that Marnie is one of Batman's biggest fans.

"Are you kidding me?" Shelby yells. "The amount of damage he has caused to the city buildings is inexcusable."

"Whatever," Marnie rolls her eyes. "He does a way better job than all the cops in this city."

That last statement stings, but I let any argument drift away. I'm not the kind to enter into these kinds of conversations and everyone would just call me biased anyway.

"Let me ask this," Derek says, causing everybody to hush up. "What happened to the second Robin?"

"What are you talking about?" Nancy asks in that annoyingly high pitched voice of hers.

"The first Robin became Nightwing and moved to Bludhaven," Derek explains. "There was a second Robin for about three years and then he disappeared. Here we are five years later and we have a new Boy Wonder who is obviously too young to be the second Robin."

Donna shrugs, "Maybe he decided hero work wasn't his thing?"

Derek smirks, "Or he was killed."

Several classmates nod in agreement and some even voicing their opinions on how he died.

"It's none of our business," someone says loudly.

I turn to see who it was. Tim Drake, a junior who sits next to me and a fellow scholarship kid. I only know that because all of us scholarship kids meet each other at the beginning of every year during orientation. Tim's naturally quiet, so hearing him be so bold is kind of a shock.

"Why do you say that, Drake?" Johnny sneers.

"Because," Tim answers, "if that Robin did die, Batman probably still feels guilty about it and we shouldn't make it worse by having this discussion."

Rrrrriiinnnnnggggg. The bell signaling the end of the school day ceased the conversation.

"Nicely put, Tim," Stenholm says as we pack up our books. "See you all next week. Don't forget to read chapter sixteen."

I wait until all the other students have left the classroom before I leave too. A question pops into my mind and I want Tim's opinion. When I exit through the front oak doors I spot him outside making his way to a shiny black car parked out front.

"Tim! Tim!" I yell. He stops, turns around, and waits for me to catch up.

"Yeah, Ronnie?" Tim asks.

I bite my lower lip. "I was just curious: do you think he died?"

Tim flinches back a bit. "Like I said in class, it's not really any of our business so my opinion doesn't really matter." He pauses. "Ronnie, I'm sorry about that cop comment that came out of Marnie's mouth."

I shake my head. "It's not your fault. And I shouldn't be so sensitive about it anymore."

"A death in the family isn't something you get over," Tim squeezes my shoulder.

I nod my head once and turn to leave, but decide to ask one more question.

"Tim, if he– the second Robin, that is– is still alive, how old do you think he is?"

"Twenty. He'd be twenty." And with that, Tim runs to the car.

I make my way to the senior parking lot where Kim is already waiting for me in her car. I open the door and plop down in the passenger seat. All I can think is: T.G.I.F.