Dick learned over the next few weeks that being a Robin, covert hero was hard, being the adopted son of Bruce Wayne was harder and being Johnny Kicks was actually not.

Balancing a triple life was hard, Dick soon learned that how to sleep with four hours and still maintain all his lives.

As Dick Grayson he was Gotham Academy's star mathlete, innocent prince of Gotham and docile accessory to Bruce Wayne at events.

As Robin, the Boy Wonder he worked on the covert team with fellow young heroes and was the team's computer hacker. He cackled his way through villains using his own martial arts instead of superpowers.

As Johnny Kicks, he wasn't silent as Dick nor was he over confident as Robin. He simply existed as part of a crew. This crew was unlike the covert team or Batman. He was only expected not to break anything and he was only dependent on his hands. In the garage there was no computers, no high tech tools. It took him a while to get used to it, but he learned eventually as he always did.

As he screwed bolts, put in radiators and changed tires, he learned who he was working with and who they really were. Surprisingly enough, the people he met had no secrets, they weren't criminals, they weren't refuges or anything! They all had jobs, loved ones and lives out in daylight as well as the moonlight!

Aaron Towers or Auto was a driver of a Gotham taxi. He went to Dartech, a training school for people in the auto industry. He had just gotten over a girl by working hard on his orange 1970 Dodge Dart.

Tony Pars was a mechanic at Gemstone, a big national mechanic shop. He was dating a girl named Darcy who was a nurse at Gotham General. He owned a Harley chopper that he had just finished fixing.

Rambler Will, an older gentleman, was the most experienced. He worked as a contractor around the city and owned a 60s Rambler. A small white car that he had owned for over a decade. He was the oldest and most experienced out of the whole crew next to his friend Derrick.

Derrick owned a Falcon, for almost as long as Will. He had graduated with an engineering degree, however unable to find any work besides being a salesman at American Auto Parts.

Lastly was Kolby, a teenager a few years older than Dick. He went to Seasun High a school in Gotham's northern area. It was a decent area and he was debating what car to get after earning money by working for Jedy.

Jedy meanwhile owned a towing company and had connections to all the major and small time repair shops, dealerships and parts stores. He was a big name but no connection whatsoever to anything nefarious.

Dick sighed in the BatCave going over notes. He had been with Meriana and her crew for over three weeks. Nothing strange had come up. The crew was putting the finishing touches on their cars ready to go to the Gotham Grease, a car show hosted annually at a park where hundreds of cars parked and basked in the glory of the public. It was also where the next race for the Underground would supposedly be announced. Dick was anxious, nothing was wrong, these people were perfectly right. He tracked their buyers and sellers, their parts and phone calls, he placed mics and cameras all around the garage and still nothing! He debated to ask Bruce for help, but shook his head; he could handle this on his own.

His fingers hovered above the call button to the Cave. He could call them, to have them help, but hesitated. If Bruce found out they infiltrated his city, he'd have his head and the Team's!

Dick discarded his shades sadly and went to his Robin uniform. As much as he wanted to investigate more, he had to go with the Team to Bialya. He hung up his hoodie and vanished into the zeta tube with a frown just as Batman came down.

Batman sighed; he was worried over his ward. Dick always left the cave with a smile. Excited to apprehend a criminal or join his friends on a mission. He looked over the computer and saw that Dick had left his mission notes open. Batman's frown deepened. It wasn't like Dick to leave the computer open. He gazed over the information, studying it. As much freedom as he gave his son to spy and take down the drivers, he still kept an eye on him, going over the C District and the garage where he was in hoping to find crucial information. He had found nothing. Noticing Dick's final note on the bottom however made him pause.

January 7th 2011, Day 22, Time: 18:08:

Today I again worked as Johnny kicks or Shades as Tony calls me for my refusal to take off my glasses. We put in a new carburetor on Derrick's Falcon, the second one this week. As frustrated as they are, I still have no evidence to bring they are obtaining these parts illegally or working alongside criminals.

The crew knows of The Batman and Robin, they know of villains such as Two Face and Catwoman, but show no more knowledge then any common person on the street. This further proves their innocence in criminal activities.

They invited me again to participate in dinner at the café on fourth and had to decline. I regret hurting them, but it is necessary. I believe however that my mission here is concluded. Unless new evidence comes to light and confirms criminal activity I will close this case and these people as a non-threat.

Batman may not believe me, but I believe that these people are simply enjoying their cars and further research has confirmed my theories on why they race illegally. No race tracks exist for them to go to. In Gotham or any major "racing center" as they call it. I will bring the matter up to Bruce about possibly building a racing center for them to race legally on. It can also provide good steady work for those who cannot get a job elsewhere.

Batman cocked his head and looked to the darkened zeta tube. He wondered why Dick hadn't spoken to him about this idea of his yet. Of course he would build a track for these kids! If there really wasn't any activity going on, then he'd be more than happy to keep these kids happy with their cars. In fact he knew the perfect spot. He closed out his son's notes and cameras and brought up reports of Queen Bee. She was planning something. She had been uncharacteristically silent for a few weeks since the Team had fought her in December. He wanted the Team to investigate her and see what she was planning.

As he connected to the Cave, he gave a rare grin. Alfred walked to his side.

"Something wrong Master Bruce?"

"No Alfred, everything is right. Perfectly alright."