I've been told that I've been spelling Kaldur wrong and I'm super sorry for that. I didn't know, honest. I know that I'm not well known, and I know that my stories aren't the best, but I plan, one day, to have over 500 stories, or at least get 100 reviews on one story. That's been my dream for ages. Maybe this might be what I need. So far, it seems like if I write 10+ chapters, I can achieve that. Thank you guys for reading!
I read another story like this one, [you know, same plot where they wanna know who Robin really is] and it has over 100 reviews for five chapters and it's written horribly. The person indents horribly, they spell things wrong and they have the characters all jacked up. How is it that I work my ass off to make my stories readable and neat and I only get a few reviews while people who write crappy stories get millions of reviews? *depression* CYMBALTA CAN'T HELP!
Chapter 4:
Wally frowned at the computer screen, not happy with what it said. He was reading the League's information on Robin. They had to provide one, just in case. They had very little information on the kid. It just stated almost everything they knew.
Name: Robin
Real Name: _
Age: 13
Mentor: Batman
Hair Color: Black
Eyes: _
Race: Caucasian
Power: None
Specialty: Technology Expert, Trained Well in Hand-to-Hand Combat, Thinks Fast
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 110 lbs.
Hometown: Gotham City
Parents: _
Siblings: None
The League were supposed to be geniuses. They didn't know who his parents were, what color his eyes were and what his real name was. Batman should've filled those out, but he didn't. Wally looked over the screen again, hoping the words would magically pop up. The words didn't put a small green Robin face did. Wally nearly jumped out of his skin. Then another Robin face popped up, one taken to the left corner of the screen and one to the right. Then two more popped up, forming a green square popped up.
You aren't allowed to read this page because you're not awesome enough. HA SUCKERS faded onto the screen in flashing red strobe.
Wally laughed. That sounded like something Robin would do. He couldn't change the URL of the page though, so he just left his computer and walked off, to the one in the room at the end of the hallway. That room was a Misc. room, full of computers, weight lifting equipment, darts and so forth. The computer was already on so he just double clicked on the shortcut to the internet. He watched as the screen was directed straight to Google. He typed in the search bar: 'Names of Gotham City Trapezists.' He frowned as the computer told him that 'Trapezists' wasn't a word, but he ignored it and opened up the first link option they gave him. He wished that they had been trying to figure out someone else and that Robin was helping. This was right down Robin's alley and he could've found it out in seconds.
XxXxX
Megan sat down at the 'kitchen' table, supporting her head with a gentle green hand. Her red bangs hung in her eyes, but she really didn't care. She had a piece of notebook paper in front of her and a pen, but she couldn't think of anything to write. Kaldur walked into the room and opened the silver refrigerator. He looked at the inside, up and down, saw nothing of interest and closed it. He opened the fridge now and looked it up and down. Once again, nothing caught his interest. With a sigh, he opened the refrigerator again, hoping some good food had magically appeared. None had.
He shut the refrigerator and looked over at Megan at the table. He noticed that she didn't look all too happy, which wasn't like her. Megan was usually happy, even when she was upset. But there was something different about her mood today. It felt more like guilt then sorrow somehow. Kaldur walked over the table, pulled out the chair next to her and sat down. He turned his attention to her.
"Hey, is something wrong?" he asked her.
Megan shrugged.
"I… I don't know. I wanted to go out today, you know, and just have a night out for all of us… The League doesn't want us to go though," she told him, picking up her pen and doodling a rose on the edge of her notebook paper.
"Why not?" Kaldur asked, his eyes on the rose Megan was drawing.
He loved the idea of the team going out to just hang out and be kids for a day. It'd be good for team bonding and it'd probably get Robin's mind away from the shadows they had been in recently.
"Well, they said that there's always the chance someone will attack and they need us here just in case," Megan explained, obviously bothered.
Kaldur frowned.
"Want me to go talk to them, to see if I can change their minds?" he offered.
Megan shook her head.
"No, if Red Tornado said no to me, he's going to say no to you," she sighed.
She gently drew a broken leaf on her rose's stem.
"I could try to ask someone else," he pointed out.
Megan smiled and brushed her hair from her eyes.
"Or, we always could just go without telling them," Robin's voice projected through the room.
Kaldur and Megan looked up, surprised. The Boy Wonder stood in the kitchen doorway, dressed in a dark green hoodie, dark jeans and a pair of his favorite shades. He had a smile on his lips and his arms were folded across his chest.
"What if they found out?" Kaldur asked, watching the boy carefully.
"Then tell them that I wanted to have a night out and you guys were just coming with me to protect me. Or we could say we were protecting the town from the baddies while enjoying ourselves," he replied simply, obviously amused.
"You'd do that for us?" Megan asked him, surprised.
Robin nodded. "Yeah, why not? Besides, I know this perfect place down in Gotham City that my folks used to take me to all the time. It's a nice little pizza place with round tables and umbrellas and such. Across the street is a movie theatre that has the best popcorn and then down the street from that, there's a bowling alley."
Megan smiled. "We should go there! It sounds amazing!"
Kaldur nodded. "Sounds like a lot of fun."
Robin just smirked.
"We'll have to drive there on motorcycles, but it's worth the drive. I could lead you guys," he offered.
Kaldur glanced at Megan, to see what she thought. She had a big grin on her face so he nodded.
"Alright, sounds good."
Robin straightened up and dropped his arms to his side.
"You guys go get your best civvies on and I'll go get Superboy and Wally. Meet me in the garage in ten minutes."
The original two occupants of the kitchen nodded and got up from the table. Robin walked off in the direction of Wally's room. Kaldur headed towards his own room, running a hand over his blonde hair slowly. He was excited, that's for sure. Megan scribbled a note on the notebook sheet of paper, in case the League came by. She doubted they would, but she did anyway.
Going out for pizza, movies and bowling. We should be home by midnight. If you need us, try us on our communicators. Sorry!
-Miss Martian
She dotted the eyes with small planets just to be creative. Then, she dashed off to her room to find a cute dress to wear that wouldn't stain from eating pizza. Robin knocked on Wally's door.
"Hey, KF, dress fancy! We're going out for movies and food," Robin called.
He got no response. Confused, Robin knocked again, louder this time.
"Hey, Wally! You there?"
Once again, the room was silent. Robin closed his eyes and sighed. He attempted to open the door by turning the knob, but his door was locked. Robin tried again just to make sure it was locked. Once he was satisfied that it was, he had an idea.
"KF, if you're in here, I'm sorry," he muttered under his breath.
He backed up and charged at the door, turning at the last second so his shoulder slammed into the door. The door flew back from the impact. Robin was so glad that it was just a wooden door, even though it did hurt his shoulder. Robin nudged open the door and looked inside. Wally's computer was on with Robin's trademark access denied message across the screen. Even more confused, Robin walked up to the computer and typed in a few things, overriding his message to see what Wally had been looking at.
He wasn't all too surprised to see that it was his profile from the Justice League's system. He was so glad most of the spaces were empty. It meant they didn't know who he was. That was good. He took another look at a few of them.
"My hair's black?" he thought aloud.
Then he remembered.
"Oh yeah, not natural hair color," he reminded himself.
He laughed at his stupidity and exited from his profile. He knew Wally was curious, but he should've known that the League knew little more than he did. As Robin turned off the computer screen, Robin saw his reflection in the glass. He looked at himself for a few seconds, at first wondering who he was seeing. Then he recognized bits and pieces. He adjusted his hoodie, pushed his shades back up on his nose and messed up his hair so it wasn't so neat. He didn't want to be neat. Tonight, he was going to be Richard John Grayson, not Robin.
He turned to leave the room, only to find himself looking at Wally. The redhead didn't seem all too surprised to see Robin in his room. That didn't surprise Robin either though. Wally was already in some dark jeans and a dark blue jacket with a white shirt underneath. There seemed to be more freckles beneath his eyes, but Robin was sure it was just how it looked in the shadows.
"You ready to go Rob? Come on," Wally teased him, tousling Robin's hair.
His plan had been to annoy Robin by doing that, but Robin didn't seem bothered. He actually smiled softly at that.
"Last one there's a rotten egg!" Robin cried, dashing from the room.
Wally laughed and ran after him, normal speed. He was well aware that tonight wasn't a night to be a super hero. Tonight, he was just going to be himself. Within minutes, a loud laugh tore through the place.
"Ha! You're a rotten egg!" Wally yelled, happily.
"No fair! You cheated!" Robin shot back.
Their shouts were drowned by the roar of motorcycle engines. The sound got softer and softer though, as the motorcycles zoomed away, towards Gotham City.
XxXxX
Robin's communicator beeped furiously on his dresser.
"Come on, why isn't he picking up?" Batman asked, worried.
"I'm sure he's just away from the communicator," the real Flash tried to comfort him.
"No, Robin never leaves without it. That's one of the biggest rules I taught him."
Then, the communicator was answered. Batman sighed with relief.
"Robin, what took you so long?" he scolded.
"Hello… Batman," a familiar voice sounded through the communicator.
Batman felt his blood run cold. He knew that voice. He knew that voice well.
"What do you want? Where's Robin?" he snapped angrily.
The voice on the other end of the line laughed loudly. It was a maniacal laugh that sent shivers down Batman's spine. He exchanged looks with the Flash.
"Call Superman and tell him to meet me there," he instructed.
He ran as fast as his normal feet could allow him to the garage where his bat mobile was.
"Where the hell is Robin?" he yelled into the communicator, once the voice stopped laughing.
"I don't know Batman… where is Robin? Maybe he's already joined his Mummy and Daddy dearest," the voice taunted.
Batman felt a growl rise in his throat and he felt his foot slam down on the accelerator of the bat mobile, forgetting all common sense.
I'm coming Robin… he thought to himself angrily. Don't worry!
Yes, I know you know that Robin's okay, but Batman doesn't. Who do you guys think the mysterious voice is? Yes, I'm going to write about their night out. I have the scene planned (: