It was time to do some research. 'Alvin' and her had been on 'dating' for several weeks now since that night he had fallen asleep on the phone with her, and she was getting real tired of the sweet way he would whisper 'Stephanie' right before kissing her on the pulse point under her ear, and her having to call him Alvin. So she dug.
She read every report she could find on Batman, and his third, Robin. She watched news cast after news cast staring the Boy Wonder, hoping that maybe she could find something. All she knew is he lived in Gotham. She wasn't even sure he didn't go to the same school as her. She kept her eye out for lanky sixteen year olds, with messy black hair, and dark glasses. But she found nothing. So she digged deeper.
Stephanie looked into the first Robin, uncovering things slowly. First that he was an amazing acrobat. Preforming stunts in the field that only people trained from very little could execute. So she looked further into specific things he would do, focusing in on the quadrouple somersault. Discovering that some of the only people to ever perfect that move were the amazing Flying Graysons.
Than it all began to fall into place. Dick Grayson, fomerly of the Flying Graysons, was an orphan. One playboy philanthropist by the name of Bruce Wayne was at the show when his parents fell to his death. Soon after Bruce brought Dick to Gotham as his ward. Several months later Batman emerged with his proteoge: Robin.
So Bruce Wayne was the answer to all her questions. He could tell her who Robin really was. She'd figured out who Batman was all on her own. Maybe he could even train her, help her become better trained in martial arts, or acrobats...
She grabbed her coat out of her closet and pulled on her black converse before running down the stairs and out of the apartment building.
The house was huge, with a sprawling lawn and garden in the front and back. The front door itself seemed to be at least nine feet tall. But she stood tall, refusing to be afraid. Then she raised her hand, grabbed the knocker in her fist, and knocked loudly thee times.
A sinewy gray haired man answered the door, he was dress quite sharply in black and white; He smiled at the girl in front of him arching one eyebrow.
"How may I help you Miss?" He had a slight british accent, it worn down after the many years in the states.
"I'm here to see Mr. Wayne, my name is Stephanie Brown, and I have a couple of questions for him."
"Are you from the paper Miss Brown?" She saw a brief movement behind her and a deep voice call 'Let her in Alfred!'
"Follow me Miss Brown." He led her through a grand foyer down a dimly lit hall with paintings of old men on the walls, to a pair of double doors. "You may enter Miss Brown." She opened the door tentatively, and there sitting at a large desk was Bruce Wayne.
"Thank you Alfred." He stood up from the massive chair and reached out a large hand to her. "Miss Brown." She shook his hand firmly and sat down in front of him.
"Thank you for seeing me Mr. Wayne. As I said earlier I have a couple questions for you."
"Go ahead then Miss Brown, but be sure to only ask questions you want answers to." That took her aback. He knew. He knew why she was here.
"Well Mr. Wayne, I was wondering if you could give me a little information on the boy I happen to be seeing."
"Surely if you are seeing him, you know all there is to know."
"Not quite Mr. Wayne. I don't even know his name." She kept eye contact with him, waiting for him to blink.
"What do you know Miss Brown?"
"I know that your are the infamous Batman, and that your first Robin was a death defying acrobat by the name of Dick Grayson." He looked astonished that she figured all of that out on her own.
"Quadrouple somersault?" Stephanie nodded, she notice a small smile creeping onto his face. "I told him not to do it, i'm suprised more people haven't figured it out."
"Not a lot of people are trying to figure it out sir. They are just happy knowing that somebody is looking out for them." That brought a true smile to his lips.
"So, I ask again, what can I help you with Miss Brown?" His words made her blush, thinking of 'Alvin'.
"I want to know who he is. What his story is. And I know the only way to get that info is to come straight to you, so here I am." Her blue eyes travled to his time weathered face, he must be nearing fourty now, and his work as Batman has aged him even more.
"Did you ask him these questions?"
"He told me if I figured it out, then I could know."
"Alright."
