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"Fired? DUDE! How the heck do YOU of all people get fired?! How can batman fire you anyway?!" Robin sent a dirty look towards Beastboy, then got a disgusted look on his face, remembering the words of his mentor.

"Aparently for being an, and I quote, 'irrisponsible, stuborn, annoying little brat who doesn't know how to follow orders or behave like a responsible adult, that is headstrong and too damn cocky for their own good'." The titan's eyebrows went UP. "Oh, and also he said I was turning out to be a total failure, and that I was useless and only got in the way. Aparently he liked it better when me and Babs weren't around.

Ok, so Robin could be VERY stuborn at times, and sometimes he could be pretty cocky, but irresponsible? bratty? Raven smirked. Sounded more like Beastboy to her.

"Who's is this Babs? Is she perhaps another hero of superness in Gotham city?"

"Did I say Babs, shoot! I meant to say Batgirl. Kind of a nickname."

"Man, what happened?" asked Cyborg, egar to get to the point.

"I'm not sure how it really started. After a couple of years though, it started bugging me how I was always taking orders from him. I mean sure, I knew he was the adult and that he had been crime fighting for many more years than me. As I got older though, I tried becoming more of a partner, and less of a sidekick. Instead though, he became more stuborn than ever, and treated me like I was still the nine year old side kick I started out as, instead of the 15 year old teenager. That's when we started fighting. Once I turned 15, we just didn't agree on anything. Any slight mistake I made would earn me a dirty look and a lecture. When I did somthing good though? Nothing! If I did good, he ignored me. I started getting kind of fed up with how in costume he only critizised me or bossed me around, even after I had saved his butt for the 50 millionth time. He was just to stuborn to act like an adult.

"One night, we had had a particularly bad fight because of some of the grades I brought home. Yea, sure, I could've tried harder, but I didn't exactly want to come home from patrol and study, which I usually did. So I brought home a C - in French. He thought it was because of the crime fighting that my grades were going down, but I told him I could handle the double life. He said any more grades like that and I would be on probation for a while. I told him he couldn't tell me what to do, that I was responsible. He yelled and said I couldn't go on patrol. He called Bar-uh, Batgirl instead.

"So I hung out in the Batcave for a while, and I noticed that Joker was out, and I knew Batman wouldn't be able to handle Joker, Harley, their henchman along with all the other criminals that Batgirl was going after. So I went out on patrol even though he said not to.

"I found the clue Joker had left, and went to the place I assumed it would be leading too, thinking Batman would already be there. But Batman didn't get the puzzle, and went somewhere else. Meanwhile, I was in the right spot.

"It was pitch black, so I didn't see Joker until it was too late. All the sudden, I felt a sharp pain in my sholder, and the last thing I remembered before going unconcious was his laugh." Robin shuddered from the thought. "When I woke up, I was in the Batcave. I suppose Batman and Batgirl eventually found me.

"Before I could say anything about why I disobeyed a direct order, or how I was just trying to help, he started to flip out at me. I said that he could have gotten shot as easily as I had. He started with the insults, and said nothing would've happened if I had stayed home and listened, and yada yada yada, bout how darn perfect he was, ect. ect. He thought we were on the same page. I told him things change, and that people change. That's when he crossed the line. He forbade me from being Robin ever again. There was no way I would let him do that, so I got up and left."

"With a bullet wound!?" asked a shocked Beastboy.

"I was out for a few days, and it had started healing. It didn't hurt too bad. So, anyway, that's how I got fired. I figured if I couldn't be Robin in GOtham, I could be Robin somewhere else."

"Dude, that's totaly sweet! One thing bugs me though. You said all this happened because of a bad grade? Even if he was your dad, he shouldn't have gotten all worked up about one C. I mean, it's not like you're that Grayson kid that's gonna inherit Wayne Industries some day!"

Robin, hearing the last part of Beastboy's speech, sputtered, and went into a caughing fit. "Pff, me, Richard Grayson? Yea, sure...hehe. Well, to answer your question, he was worried about my grades because he's my adoptive father. He wants me to get into a good school and, uh, the family buisness. His, anyway. hehe. Yea, he's a uh, buisness man... like Bruce Wayne. Not exactly the circus type."

If only Beastboy knew how right he was...

"So, who's next?"

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