After dinner I'm completely exhausted. It's been yet another long day for me. Despite my efforts to stop it I yawn. Alfred smiles and leads me to a bedroom. I thank him and then collapse into the bed. It's sure a change from sleeping in my alley.
My dreams however are far from sweet. Unfortunately this also is nothing new. I'm sure your dreams wouldn't be all that sweet either if you witnessed your Father's death at 16. He was killed while I watched. I don't know who killed him but I do know that it's haunted my dreams for weeks.
I toss back and forth which promptly results in me falling out of the bed. I'm usually restless after my first nightmare so I decide to walk around the Manor. I know my way around fairly well thanks to my good memory (and Tim's tour). After checking to see if I got hurt I start my own tour of the Manor.
I'm pretty close to the grandfather clock when I notice Bruce set it for a certain time. For reasons I don't know I hide a gasp. Whatever Bruce did to the clock caused it to move out of the way revealing what looks like a passage. Bruce and Tim walk into it. Curious I follow them. After I'm in the passage the clock moves back.
Bruce, Tim, and I are walking in the passage and I can't hide a gasp when I see where it leads. It looks like some sort of cave. Unwittingly I've stumbled on Gotham's greatest secret. I immediately realize that this means I've been taken in by Batman. Who would've thought it? But it also means that Tim is Robin.
Before I can even begin to put my thoughts together on this matter I'm noticed. Feeling kind of nervous as Bruce and Tim both stare at me I ask "Would you guys believe I couldn't sleep?" in a meek voice. All 4 feet 9 inches of me (Yes, I'm short. So what?) quivers as I wonder what they're going to do to me now that I know their secret.
To my complete surprise they ask if I want to join them. I can't help but grin. My answer? Yes, of course. Who wouldn't want to join forces with Batman and Robin?
Before I can go out into the field (their name for it not mine) I'm given a test of sorts. Even though I was extremely nervous throughout the whole thing I must have done well. After all Tim did seem pretty impressed. All I did was use some survival skills that I learned from my weeks in the alleys.
Needless to say there was still the issue of a uniform and a name. I knew the perfect name. My Father used to call me by it. I told them that out in the field I wanted to be called Red. As for the uniform, well, I was pretty surprised when I learned that Alfred would be making it. I couldn't help but think it was just as well though. I can't sew a stitch.
It didn't take him very long to make to my surprise. I couldn't help but smile after I put it on. Probably because I felt like I could do anything in it. And then I had by far the best night ever. Crime fighting is a total rush.