I sighed, waiting for him to wake up was so boring!

I had Robin tied to a post that we had in our "guest room" for the purpose.

"Looks like somebody cant hold his chloroform." I said with another sigh.

He stirred. "Oh God, what a crazy dream. I gotta tell Bat about this one." He lifted his head and his eyelids fluttered open. "What the-? Where am I? W-what am I tied up with?"

I shrugged. "Scarf."

I smiled as he tried to break through the fuzzy pink material. After a moment he stopped. "Pretty strong scarf."

I nodded and turned to the door. "Hey!" I shouted. "He's awake! Come on in!"

My Mom and Dad walked in and Robin's eyes grew wide.

"You work for them?" He gasped. "Holy shit!"

My Father ignored him and turned to me. "A job well done Zachary."

I felt a proud smile erupt on my face. "Thank you, Father."

I heard yet another sharp intake of breath come from Robin. "You're his Daughter? Ho-ly shit!"

"Shut up!" My Father snarled. He grabbed a baseball bat and threw another one to me. "Wanna help?" He offered.

I considered it, but I sat the bat down. "No, you have fun while I make dinner."

"In that case make some pie too."

"Sure thing."

Before I left, I heard the sickening crack that meant if Robin was lucky he would only have a concussion.

I went to the freezer and pulled out a bag of frozen barbeque chicken wings,dumped them on the pan, and began baking them.

I heard my Mother walk out of the room. "Remember Puddin'," She called to my Father. "no killin'. That's Zach's job."

I looked up. "Ooh, pudding pie. Thanks Mom."

"You're welcome. Hey I can cook if you want."

I sighed. "Mom, the last time you cooked you thought arsenic was an exotic spice and put it in our soup."

"Well it's not like it would've hurt anyone!" She said defensively.

"Never mind." I said as I pulled out some instant chocolate pudding and a pre-made graham cracker pie crust.

Instead of watching t.v. like we usaully do when we eat, we watched the now untied Robin through the one way mirror. Call it sadistic, but it was quite amusing to see him practicly crawl to a wooden chair and attempt to hoist himself up when he finally got there. But there was another feeling from deep within me; one I had never felt before. This odd feeling kept me from laughing as hard as my parents were and kept me from sleeping the next two nights.