Prologue
My name is Dick Grayson. Maybe you know my secret identity- Nightwing. Well, WELL, I'd better repeat my story.
I was born in Harley's Circus. My parents were both popular acrobats: After my sixth birthday, I joined them and we three became "The Flying Graysons". It seemed to be a perfect experience, right? Well, three years later when I was eight, my parents were killed in an accident- their ropes were cut by someone and they fell down from the platform twenty-three feet high. I could never forget the scream of audiences when accident happened. Fortunately, I met Bruce Wayne, the wealthiest man in Gotham, whose parents were killed when he was also eight. He adopted me and regave me a family. After that, I accidentally discovered his secret that he was the Batman! I could not believe my eyes when I found the entrance to the Batcave behind the old block, which Alfred cleaned everyday.
Then my life as Robin started. Bruce trained me as a coach while he raised me as a father. It was really simple for me to complete the training because I had the experience as a flyer in Harley's circus. Sooner or later, I largely replaced Alfred as the assistant for Batman in Batcave. However, although I'd asked Bruce for millions of times, he had never brought me out at night when he played the role as Batman. Well, what could I do? I just obeyed his orders, sitting in front of the huge screen in Batcave- at least, he was the hero who protected Gotham; I was only an assistant.
My first actual battle was one year after when I became Robin. Batman was fighting against the Poison Ivy, you know, the beautiful and sexy lady covered by leaves- that was my first impression of her. It seemed that Poison Ivy was trying to kill Bruce- almost all criminals in Arkham wanted to do this- and indeed, she was so well-prepared that Bruce almost died in that battle because of loss of blood. When I received Bruce's alarm, I immediately got on my own motor, ignoring Alfred's dissuasion. My first time to go through the cascade in the front of Batcave was, uh, awesome! I could imagine Bruce's feeling when he firstly drove automobilia out the cave. I thought I was prepared enough to face Batman's enemies such as the Poison Ivy, Penguin, but I was wrong. I was still too immature and frail. When I reached the street, Bruce was seized by the green ivies from the lady; I didn't know whether he could hold on. I threw my Batarangs to the ivies, just like what how Bruce trained me in the cave, yet they were all resisted by Poison Ivy. "I've been always eager to collect a Batarang, and thanks to your assistant, Batman, I got it." Said Ivy. She was shaking the batarangs in front of Bruce and me. Bruce raised his head, staring at Ivy, said: "He is Robin, the boy wonder." Poison Ivy laughed, put down Bruce and went in front of me, laughed: "Thanks, little boy. I expect our next meeting." Then she left with the green ivies.
Bruce raised up, staring at me, and said: "Let's go home.". He sighed.
"I... I just wanted to help, Batman. I... I..." I knew I had disappointed him.
"I said go home." Bruce interrupted me. "Now get into the car."
Silence. Silence. I got into the car, daring not to look at Bruce.