I can remember back to when I first met Batman. I was living on the streets after both of my parents died. I made enough money to survive by stealing and selling car parts so when I saw the Batmobile I couldn't help myself. Even through the obvious annoyance that I had jacked his wheels I could see how impressed he was with me. I can't remember the idea of not knowing who he is. It feels like I've always known him as bruce now. True I wasn't the acrobat Dick was but I was still pretty awesome. I don't like looking back on my days as robin very often. They're filled with the disapproval of my 'violent' nature, the lack of confidence Bruce had in me and the constant reminder that I'm not as good as Dick. He would always lecture me on 'bad decisions' like taking out a guy with gun and happening to shatter his collar bone. Which may have put him into shock. But I guess he would have rather seen me shot before a drug dealing pimp goes into shock from an injury I've known a baby to withstand. Wuss.

I remember the last mission we went on together. Looking for my mother. That's what got me put in my grave. My own mother handed me over to the Joker. I remember his menacing laugh as he beat the life out of me. Each blow hurting a bit less as my consciousness started to fade. Then he left me with the small hope I would survive before blowing me up.

The next thing I know I was waking up in a coffin, still clueless enough to believe Bruce was the greatest person ever. Oh how stupid I was back then. I clawed my way out, digging out of my own grave. I remember stumbling out onto the road, confused and disorientated. A bright light was heading towards me and almost an instant later I was unconscious. I thought I had died again. Guess I'm just that lucky right?

Yeah lucky is one way to put it.