Author's Note:So I'm still a little down, hence why it took longer than usual to get this up...

Robin's P.O.V.

I woke up to a flurry of colors, the world spinning, and a shrill scream repeating in my ear. 6 o'clock. I habitually got up and began my shower when it hit me—it's Monday!? I began rushing through my shower, while still being thorough on hygiene, and sped down to Alice who was up cooking.

"Hey fag. Thought you'd never wake up."

"What?" I asked all too inquisitively.

"You slept right through," she took a puff off of the cigarette she had been smoking, "Sunday."

"Wow, I must have been really tired." I let out a chuckle. I can't believe I slept through an entire day. My thoughts seem to back up this claim sort of... The last thing I remember clearly was leaving Wayne Manor. I must have been exhausted.

"Oh, and some guy came by and asked for ya, but you were out cold." She puffed again, and set my plate in front of me. "Eat while I get ready, and I'll drive you to school."

"What did the guy look like?" I shouted to her room.

"Tall, black hair, blue eyes-"

"Damn it."

"What? He your boyfriend?" She asked mockingly.

"Yes" I retorted with a matter-as-a-fact-ly tone.

"Nice... Oh! My date with Bruce. Did you get it?" She ran out to the kitchen and stared me down.

"I didn't think you would remember that..." I mumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing. He said that you are a very lovely woman, but-"

"He doesn't want to." Alice screeched.

"No, no, no! He doesn't right now."

"There is hope!"

"If you wanna think of it like that." I mumbled to the side.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." She finished getting ready and we hopped into the car and headed off to school. The car ride was pleasant, which was unnatural for me and Alice. She pulled up into the parking lot, and I took off to the front doors. I swung them open, and sprinted to my place I had claimed on Friday, in AP chemistry. The only difference, and I'm not complaining, was the counter top was replaced, but it wasn't corroded anymore! The bell rang and for some reason I felt that things were different. There was a pounding in my head, and a dream of a girl with blonde pigtails haunted me. I felt warm arms wrap around my frame and the thought was swiftly pushed aside. I held the arm only to reveal that the face of one Dick Grayson. He sat next to me and went to kiss me on the cheek, but Mr. Harris intervened with him clearing his throat at us. We remained seated, but held hands under the desk. I'm not going to let a teacher separate me and Dick from any kind of affection.

"Hey, I came to see you Sunday, but you were asleep." Dick silently whispered.

"I know! I'm sorry I was just really tired for some reason." I whispered back.

"So, I hope all of you are comfortable with Stoichiometry, because we are going to learn about excess and limited reactants." Mr. Harris pronounced. The entire class groaned, but my thoughts were elsewhere. The name Mista J. was haunting me.

"Hey do you know of a Mista J?" I whispered to Dick. His eyes lit up.

"No, why do you ask?"

"Just a name that popped into my head." I didn't believe Dick when he said that he didn't know. He was extremely—different.

X- Joker's Control Room -X

Harley's P.O.V.

"Ah, my son is gonna learn to love Mista J!' I giggled. This control room was so disorienting, but it is to please Puddin'. "Let's see... Input thought, Mista J. again! Aright, now let's tap into his optical process... Who the hell is this? Oh! He has a boyfriend!? My son is gay?! That is adorable!"

"Harley! Quit playing with that kid and come here!" Puddin' shouted. I went to him and he began analyzing things. "Tell me about him."

"He is flexible, agile, smart, having some thoughts that are triggering production of chemicals that cause fear—and has a boyfriend." I mumbled the last part.

"He what?"

"Has a boyfriend."

"Our 'son' is gay? And you wonder why I had a feeling we should have thrown him out."

"Now you listen here Joker! You may not like him, but you are not going to treat him less of a person because he is gay. He is our—excuse me—my son, and I love him even though he has no idea who I am!" I huffed. J walked over to me and held up his hand, I felt a stinging sensation on my cheek and knew that I shouldn't have said what I did. "I'm sorry, Puddin'."

"You say he is flexible? Go! Go get the Cat. Offer her something she can't resist, like diamonds from that walking icebox! She will help train Robin in gymnastics, but who will help in combat?"

"Why not you, Puddin'? You're really good at fighting."

"True, but it won't be enough. Shiva! She will be hard to get, but she can teach him."

"Who is Shiva!" My tone was full of jealousy.

"An assassin I've been acquainted with before. Go! Do your work!" I got up pulled down my hair, and dressed in everyday clothes—a cute red short skirt, a white V-neck and a denim jacket, then headed out.

X- Wayne Manor -X

The rest of the day went by, even though the Mista J. thing was killing me, I eventually forgot about it, and I'm pretty sure Dick did too. We had finished school and Dick invited me back to the manor so we could do homework, and just relax. Today was a very stressful Monday, and nothing sounded better than to just cuddle with Dick. We got to the manor and went to the study, sat down on the mahogany table, and begin working. Our work was cut short due to me finishing early, and Dick giving up. My curiosity was peeking though, seeing the black and red book that Bruce had pulled on. I was just dying to see what was behind it. Dick eventually excused himself to go to the bathroom, and I saw my chance. I swiftly arose from my seat, made my way to the bookshelf, and pulled on it. The shelf pushed back and slid into the wall revealing a cave like structure, I stepped inside to have the bookcase close on me, and the cave grew dark. I walked along until overhead lights began turning on as I walked down this tunnel, but I was walking, and walking, until I saw it. A giant cave, with bats everywhere, the Batwing, Batmobile, and a giant computer—I am going to guess that I need to add the prefix "Bat" to it—so, Batcomputer. It looked like my dream computer—a huge memory and ram. To the side was a miniature chemical lab, also one of my favorites, and a workbench. I approached the Batcomputer which had already been bypassed and I began looking through, and memorizing criminal files.

"Shiva, Cat woman, Bane, Poison Ivy, Mr. Freeze, The Riddler, Joker..." The Joker's file drew my attention slightly. It is as if I have seen this guy before. I scrolled to the next file and I was sure that I had seen this girl before. "Harley Quinn... Real name, Harleen Quinzel? My last name i- Oh my god..." My mother is a criminal, and my father is her boyfriend?! No, that—that's not true. I got up from the computer and ran back down the tunnel; I didn't want to see her face. The pounding in my head returned, and I couldn't think straight. I pressed my hands against the back of the book case frantically until I found a button, and the book case opened to reveal an empty study. Well Dick isn't back yet thankfully.

"Robin!?" Dick had shouted. I poked my head out from the study, to find him looking around for me. I walked out and hugged him from behind. "Where were you?"

"Oh, I was just, uh, looking for Alfred." I grabbed his hand, "Come on, let's go watch T.V. and cuddle. We climbed onto the couch, and I laid against Dick's chest with his arms wrapped around my frame, and we watched a show that was all about funny videos. Dick and I had fun, but my mind was still mulling over the fact that Harley Quinn was my mother. More importantly—Dick and Bruce were keeping it from me.