Hey guys, here's a little something loosely based off of recent events in my life.

I do not own Dick Grayson. If I did, he would never have another bad day again ;)

The Best Day Ever

Dear Notebook,

I had a craptastic day. For some reason everything that could go wrong did. A long string of horrible coincidences that seemed more like conspiracy than chance.

It all started this morning when my alarm clock didn't go off. Normally Alfred wakes me up for school, but Bruce and I insisted that he go on a vacation to visit his daughter (after reassuring him that we'd keep everything tidy and stay away from the kitchen). I guess I had accidently set my alarm for pm instead of am. I was exhausted from fighting Two-Face's goons and Clayface all night. Bruce didn't even notice that I overslept since he was reviewing police reports in the Batcave. I showered, got dressed, and scarfed down cereal in less than 15 minutes. My tie was crooked and I missed a button or two on my shirt, but I was decent enough.

Since I was late, I rushed Bruce out of the Batcave (he was still in his Batman uniform and had to stop and change). I was tempted to ask if he could take me to school in the Batmobile since it's superfast, but I refrained and opted for the mustang. I thought that I could make it to first period and be maybe 10-15 minutes late but no. Bruce decided to take a route that was meant to be shorter but he evidently forgot about the elementary school in the vicinity. A crossing guard stopped us with his white gloved hand to let some kids cross the street. The endless line of slow walking children was irritable to say the least, and it felt like the crossing guard's bright yellow vest was taunting me. After that we ran straight into a detour. Apparently some socialite living on the outskirts of Gotham Heights is remodeling. It took almost 20 minutes to get past the long line of vehicles that had also unfortunately traveled this way. I glared at Bruce the rest of the way to school.

I completely missed first period and was barely on time for second. Some of my classmates gave me odd looks for my disheveled appearance, but I didn't even care. Babs and Bette were definitely curious at why I was in the state that I was, but I was in no mood to explain my misfortunate morning. Our AP Physics teacher had decided that it was the perfect time for a pop quiz. Pop quizzes are usually no biggie for me and I always ace them. Unfortunately, this pop quiz was on material from last night's assignment. Two-Face and Clayface had been making such a brouhaha that Batman and I had to go into action before I could even open my textbook. I was able to complete the assignment on the way to school (thanks to those obstacles), but I didn't get a chance to fully read through the material. That means I'll probably get my first B all semester. To make matters worse, my AP English teacher chose to do a random notebook check. After sifting through my bag I realized that I had inconveniently left my notebook on my nightstand after falling asleep while attempting to review after my messy brawl with Clayface. Guess who got no credit for that. The rest of my day wasn't very tolerable either. The cafeteria ran out of mozzarella sticks (which are my favorite), I got hit in the face with a tennis racket in PE, and I tripped over a chair in my Pre-Calculus class…and those were the high-lights.

I went to Babs' house for a little while after school. The only mishap that occurred there was when I spilled grape juice on my stark white shirt (Alfred's gonna have a field day with that one). Even though Babs told me that her dad wouldn't be home very late and could take me home, I decided to walk home on my own. That probably wasn't the best idea in hind sight, but I had been having such a cruddy day that I wanted to clear my head in the sometimes not so nice Gotham air. I cut through Robinson Park like I tend to do when walking and after a few minutes I noticed I was being followed. I tried to lose the guy but he stuck to me better than any common thief would. He was probably trained or something, and apparently he had a friend. I bumped right into him, knocking a book out of his hands. I bent down to pick it up and apologize, only to be kicked in the gut and having the wind knocked out of me. The gruesome duo beat me up, stole the money in my wallet (thankfully I only had $25 on me and left my debit card at home), stole my bag (after dumping all my books and papers on the ground), and snatched the shoes right off my feet. It was unbelievable. I've been beaten, robbed, and even kidnapped countless times, but never has anyone ever taken my shoes right off my feet. The things people do for money these days, sheesh.

No one else bothered me the rest of the way home. I assumed it was because I looked like a limping hobo carrying damaged books and crumpled paper with no shoes on. Plus I had a nosebleed, a cut on my forehead, a scraped arm, and a bloody hole in my pants. I was able to clean myself up and dispose of my ruined clothes before Bruce came home with Thai take-out. He could tell something was off by my limp (which I hid pretty well) and when he got closer he could see a black eye forming. After that I told him all about my crappy day and had to reassure him that I wasn't being bullied in school.

Talking made me feel better, and the food was awesome. I thought that the nice quiet time with Bruce would make the horrible parts of my day go away, but clearly today was not my favor. Before we were even half way done with our food Bruce got called away for important Justice League business that I'm not supposed to know about (but will find out anyway). I told him I'd take care of cleaning up, which led to me spilling hot noodles on my pants. I managed to clean up the mess I made and decided to end my day with a nice hot shower. But of course in the middle of that said shower, the hot water shut off for absolutely no reason and I ended up taking an ice bath in just a few seconds.

Now I'm just lying here wondering why today had to go so horribly. It was probably one of my worst days ever (not counting any incident as Robin). Not the worst one ever, but definitely in my top ten. At least my far from average life makes it possible to say I've had worse days. I'm just so frustrated with how my day panned out. When you think about it, this is all really Alfred's fault. If he had been here I wouldn't have overslept and none of this would've happened. I know I may be exaggerating, but this is all I have to make everything seem better.

I think I'm gonna go down to the Batcave and check up on robberies in/near Robinson Park.

-R.G.W

So yeah. I didn't have the best day. First day of school, my schedule sucks, and there were some other disappointments. I also was subjected to a freezing shower yesterday since my heat turned off randomly. Talking and food made it better (not completely, but mostly. It's enough).

Hope you guys liked it. I figured that even Mr. Grayson has his bad days too.

Thanks for reading! And please review!

~Miss Walls