Me being stunned was a understatement. There was Bruce, in his old berdroom, with him! Oh, wait til Slade-

"Slade! Where is he?" I whispered and rose to sit up, but the pain in my body stooped me from proceeding any further.

"Relax, Robin." Bruce said, laying a hand on him and gently pushed him down on the madrass. "Everything's fine."

"Where is Slade?"I asked again. Bruce's face darkened. He put his elbows on his knees and lowered his head.

"I don't know. I fired those heatseeking rackets, hoping they would hit, but if I knew you were in there, I would never have fired. I did, though. And then, after the final hit, the helicopter xploded on the propelle and went down, but you were shot out before it went down, so I managed to save you. You had some bruises, but nothing life threatening. Slade, however, I don't know. I lost him in the clouds, and well, you were more important."

"Oh, but how did you know where I was ?"

"..I had a satelite in space I used to spy on criminals in Gotham for special occasions. I used it now to see if you really came or not and that when I spotted the helicopter and I decided to help, trusting my gut."

"How long have you been having that satelite up there? I can't say I've heard of it." A silence came before Bruce answered me.

"Since you left."...what?

" When you left us, I was angry, but also worried, so I made that satellite to keep an eye on you. I soon found you with your friends, and then I was sure you would be okay, so I shut off the satellite. I know it was your privacy and none of my business, but I was worried. Don't give me that look, Robin. I know you're strong, not a child anymore (sigh), but I still worried. " Silence was once again welcomed in. I didn't say anything. What was I supposed to say? Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

"Alfred!" I shouted happily and couldn't wait for a hug.

"Master Richard! How glad I am to see you!" Alfred blurted out and gave the young master a loving hug.

"I've missed you so much!"

"I have missed you too, Master Richard!" The hug stopped gently, and Alfred chose to stand while I lied back in bed. "What do you say to cookies, the first thing in the morning, with breakfast?"

"I knew there was a reason I loved you." I said and nodded with a smirk. Alfred chuckled, and ruffled my hair before he retired for the night, and gave me his bllessings.

"I should be going too. Good night, Robin. Sleep well."

"Thanks, Bruce. Night." Bruce nodded, and made it for the door. "Wait!" Bruce stopped in the door opening, and looked at me over his shoulder.

"How are my friends?"

"This one; I know where they are. They are all fine in the tower. They have called, more of Star...fire's part. Was it Starfire? Yeah. I let them know and they're fine. You should rest now, Robin." Bruce answered and closed the door. I, taking that as an answer, nodded, and slept, clueless of an one eyed man staring at me far behind.


A week had gone by, and I was as healthy as a man could play a flute. No. I was as healthy as a fish. No, that is a Norwegian saying. I was as healthy as- forget it. I'm healthy, okay? I didn't like being in bed that much, so I snuck out in the garden now and then, but stopped right away when Alfred threatened me by 'forgetting' the recipee of his cookies.

The trio ate their lunch in the eating room a friday noon.

"Robin, since you seem to be fully healed now, yes I see your grin, are you ready to put our bet in motion?" Bruce said, reading the papers.

"Yes, so what's ya got?" Superman, Superman, Superman, Superman, Superman, Superman, Suuuuuuuuuupermaaaaaaaaaan?, was my thoughts. Bruce got up a folder from nowhere, and layed it on the table. It had a tag, saying 'Oppurtunities'. I opened the folder, and boy, did I get a surprise!...Not.

"They are sons of my companions and friends. If you search in the folder, you'll find something interesting." I sighed and tried to find the interesting out of all things. Well, there was a black guy. He was the only black one of the candidates.

"Have you gone into the 'racist' stage? There's only ONE black guy in the folder."

"I colud've gotten more black guys. However," Bruce said as I was drinking my milk, "Lucious has only one son."

"WHAT?!" And out the milk came. No pun intented. "Lucius? Lucius Fox? OUR Lucius Fox?!"

"Indeed, and mind your manners."

"HE has a SON?...he can do that?"

"Errr, yes, Robin, any man can do that."

"I thought he was more like the butler from Fresh Prince of Bel air! You know, saying: 'This time the butler didn't do it, hasn't done it, and I would be surprised if he even remembered how to do it' " He was looked at funny by the men. Alfred broke the silence by giving him a hit on the head.

"Ow!"

"If that's what this show was about, how could you even look at it ?!" Alfred said, outraged, clearly not seen the show.

"Errr, Will Smith? Didn't everyone?"

"If we could get back to matter at hand, Robin." Bruce said, firmly. I sighed and looked at the profile of the guy.

"His name is Lucius Fox jr., but he changed his name to Felix Fox not far back. Obviously he likes cats. Have around two-three of them. He's smart, likes motorcycles and I suppose you would find him attractive. No drugs or any of the illegal stuff, or so I've heard." I sighed. This was just boring. He was so flat minus the motorcycle-thing. That was a plus. And he has skin! You want to just lick it because of the chocolate color. Nicely toned, dark, brown eyes, a firm and gentle face, but again, the eyes. They said something else. His black hair was in dreadlocks from the top of the head to under the shoulderblades except the hair at the front. That was wavy. The combination was unusual, but likeable for me and- hello! What do we have here? A tatoo? It starts from the half of his throat, down, up again and behind his left shoulder. The tatoo is black, skinless muscles twisted to the right with grey and white tones and shadows. It looked so cool. Maybe the guy was more interesting than he thought.

"What about his parents? Besides Lucius?"

"The mother is dead from heart cancer. There was nothing more I could get from Lucius, and didn't ask for more either."

"Wait. If his mother is dead and his father works for you and Batman, how does the primary socialisation work then?"

"I don't thinks it's perfect, but at least his secondary and third socialisation works well. Believe me, Robin, I've been offering Lucius another job with more free time, vacation or even another company, closer to his son. Lucius just refuse, says he loves his job."

"Oh. Well, uh, when can I see Felix?" I asked, just to get going on something else.

"Here's his phone number. You can give him a call when you want to." Bruce says and gives me a piece of paper where the number and name is on.

"Thanks! I'll give him a call after lunch."


Far away in a forgotten, lonesome partement, there was a man with a device who could listen to other conversations and a computer he used to track the call for excample. From both ends.
Seems the bird called someone.

"Hello? Is this Felix Fox?"

"Yeah, this is Double F. Who's asking?" Felix Fox? Double FF? his bird likes punks?

"This is Richard Grayson speaking. I've found your profile on the web where it's says you happen to be single. If it's not a problem, would you consider to have a date with me?" Richard? what the hell? His name is Robin.

"You are Richard? The ward of Bruce Way- wait a minute. Did my dad put you up to this? Or Bruce? In that case, then it's so no."

"Your father has nothing to do with this. Bruce, he... okay, he introduced me to you, but the decision was mine. You look interesting and cool!"No, he didn't. Robin was cool and interesting. And sexy. And those eyes...

"Really? Swee- I mean, how?" Fishing for compliments, eh?

"Well, I like your hair due and that tatoo is so exciting!"

"Thanks! Anyway, I guess I could squeeze you in. How's saturday night for you? 7 pm? I know about an awesome place!"

"Cool! When will you pick me up? What should I wear?"

"Around 6:15 pm and just relax! Just wear what something nice."

"I do have something very nice. How's that?"

"Good. So, I'll see you then. Bye!"

"Bye!" The device and the computer almost got smashed and broken to pieces.

"So, My bird wants some fun, huh? Without me? How could he betray me?


A/N= I just want to let you know that in the Dc-univers Lucius Fox really has a son named Lucius Fox jr., but since I didn't find any infor on the guy, I made him my version of how the kid would be. If you find any of his traits stereotypical or racist, I apologies. Wasn't my intention.

PS: Just so you know, the next chapter is in making process. Sorry if it is a little late. I have had other matters to attend to. Get ready for jealousy, motorsycles, love and more!