It was a rare day where Randy's mother had to get to work early. One Randy didn't realize he was counting down to. Just at sunset, Kaitlyn said she had to head out for the night. Once the front door was closed, Randy was already in his room and dug out his ninja mask from his jacket pocket. He grabbed the NinjaNomicon and put that in its secret spot behind his back on the inside of his jacket where a crude pocket was stitched in poorly, yet sturdy. He held his breath for a few seconds before heading to his window, giddy with anticipation. The good thing about his room, right next to the fire escape. The downside was it was also dangerously close to the hallway. "Better out the window than the door. She'll know for sure," Randy whispered to himself. He held the mask in front of him, opened the window, and snuck as quietly as he could across and up the fire escape to the roof, still excited. Today was a good day to be a ninja. He didn't have to worry about Norrisville being attacked because of no Sorcerer. He defeated him right before he got the news he was moving. No Sorcerer, no kids turning into monsters, no Hannibal McFist trying to crush him to get superpowers with robots made by Viceroy. Worst they get is someone looking scary, and the cops can deal with them easily. Norrisville was not a town reputed for its crime. Gotham, on the other hand, was a nightmare for a law-abiding citizen. No matter what you did, there was a law being broken nearby or they were involved in a mugging at some point in their lives.

Once on the rooftop, Randy carefully scanned the nearby structures and the nearby streets and alleys. All seemed to be clear, even on the rooftop. Slipping on the mask, a golden light shined, and black bands wove in the air and around him, wrapping him in a suit that was black with red trim, red sash, and red scarf. Randy hopped from one foot to the other, shaking his arms to limber up, eager to get started. "Oh, yeah. Just gotta stretch~!" After a few seconds of stretching, Randy, now the Ninja of Norrisville, held his scarf in one hand and swung it to a lamp post on the other side of the street. Wrapping around and grabbing on like a grappling hook, the scarf held firm as Randy leaped and swung from the rooftop, onto the next. As he hopped from rooftop to rooftop, he couldn't help but wonder where the Dark Knight himself was.

Batman had out a pair of high-powered binoculars and scanned the rooftop. The golden shine from Randy's transformation would have given away his position if the Dark Knight was not already watching him. Now he was familiar with what building the Ninja resided in. As the Ninja darted off, Batman kept his distance but followed.

Randy swung, jumped, and flipped through the cityscape, stopping on occasion to check his phone for the time to make sure he would be back in time to get some sleep and before his mother came home. He couldn't find anything going on, however. "What the juice?!" Randy cried out to no one, "What's a ninja to do to help people?" He sat down on a building's edge and contemplated. "Well, at least then no one in the neighborhood needs help, so that's good, I guess." He was interrupted by a clatter and a scream from an alleyway nearby. Standing up quickly, he muttered, "About time," before freezing and correcting himself. "I-I mean, oh no, I should do something!"

He ran along the rooftop until the alleyway was in sight, but he himself was hidden with the Art of Conceal. In the alley, there was the stereotypical mugger scene. The guy in a dark outfit, face hidden by a black ski mask, girl in a nice outfit, clutching her purse next to a toppled-over trashcan. The man had a knife and was all but shouting for the woman to hand over her purse. Carefully pinpointing where he wanted to land, he pulled out a smoke bomb. As he was about to throw it, the man suddenly grabbed hold of her purse, causing the woman to scream out.

He ran along the rooftop until the alleyway was in sight, but he himself was hidden with the Art of Conceal. In the alley, there was the stereotypical mugger scene. A guy in a dark outfit, face hidden by a black ski mask, girl in a nice outfit, clutching her purse next to a toppled-over trashcan. The man had a knife and was all but shouting for the woman to hand over her purse. Carefully pinpointing where he wanted to land, he pulled out a smoke bomb. As he was about to throw it, the man suddenly grabbed hold of her purse, causing the woman to scream out.

Thinking fast, and with a heavy dose of worry, Randy held onto the smoke bomb whilst grabbing a Ninja Ring. Coming up with a new plan on the fly, he threw the Ninja Ring out first, hitting the knife from the man's hand, causing him to gasp in fear. With that moment of hesitation, Randy acted quickly, throwing the smoke bomb right behind the mugger and jumping down into position, and kicking him squarely in the side with a roundhouse kick. He didn't even manage to quip out a signature call with how concerned he was with the situation suddenly escalating as it did. With the force of the kick, the man flew off to the side, letting go of the purse in the process, and landing into a pile of trash. He groaned and lifted his head up, before slumping back down.

"Oof, didn't mean to hit that hard," he winced in sympathy for the mugger. He looked back to the woman. "Are you-." He trailed off, the woman was staring at him in wonder, but also fear. Randy spoke again in a softer voice, "It's okay, I won't hurt ya. Just guys like him." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the knocked-out man. "You okay?" He had his hands up, palms out in a soothing gesture.

She seemed to swallow her fear – quite literally – and she responded shakily, "Y-yeah. Th-thanks."

"No problem. Let me just tie him up real fast." Randy stepped back and turned towards the mugger. Taking out his chain-sickle, he skillfully wrapped him up whilst using the hook of the chain-sickle to hang him from a fire escape. Sometime during that, the woman had gathered her nerves and left, not a bruise on her thanks to Randy's quick intervention. Hands on his hips, he admired his work.

"Good work."

"Thank you, I do my – gah!" Randy was startled as he turned around and realized the voice belonged to none other than Batman himself standing right behind him! Randy stood ramrod straight, moving his arms only at the elbows and swiftly and generally gestured around him, "When, uh, what, or uh, how-how long have you been there?" His arms finally settled moving into a "thinking" pose with his right hand under his left elbow and his left hand under his chin.

Batman, as stoic as ever, just replied with, "I have a few things I would like to discuss with you. Meet me on the roof." He took out his grapple hook launcher and fired it at the sky, latching it onto something as it yanked the Dark Knight upward.

Right as he disappeared, Randy couldn't help but stare at the sky where Batman disappeared to and whisper, "Cool," to himself before snapping out of his reverie and used his scarf to do the same. Once above the rooftop, he noticed Batman was slightly further away on a separate roof. Mildly confused, Randy tried not to think on it too much. This is honkin' Batman; I can't turn down an opportunity to talk to him! Randy thought to himself before made a single jump -complete with unnecessary flip- over to him on the roof.

As soon as Randy landed, Batman spoke up first, "I'm certain that's the first non-transformed human you've encountered in a one-to-one fight." Not a question. A statement. Fact.

Randy was caught off guard a bit he stumbled a bit, even though he had stopped moving already. "Oh, uh, yeah. Pretty much. Last time I fought a person, I thought they were a robot-."

"You put too much power into your attacks, you need to pull back."

Randy blinked, then looked to the side and rubbed the back of his head, "Yeah, that was kinda a reflex. You see-."

"Even if it's a reflex, you need to train how to hold back against normal opponents and to switch back to full strength against those that can handle it." Once again, Batman barreled through, interrupting him.

Randy couldn't help but grow concerned. "Is this a chat or a lecture?"

Batman just looked at him. No emotion could be seen from his visible features. His body language told him nothing, even if he could properly read it. Another lesson from the 'Nomicon, maybe? Randy thought. Batman responded simply to Randy's question. "Yes."

Now Randy was fully confused. "I'm sorry, I don't follow," he said, shaking his head, gesturing out with his right hand.

"It's simple," Batman explained. "During your free time, rather than strike out on your own, you'll meet up with me for training."

"Training?" Randy perked up, excited. "Training, with you?" He pointed at the hero for emphasis.

"Of course. After all, you haven't had a full year yet, have you?"

"Well, you see-." Randy made a full stop. Hold up, he thought, how does he know how long I've been the Ninja? Wait, how much does he know. Does he know everything? Everything ever? He looked at the Dark Knight with a mixture of fear and worry. I don't wanna mind wipe the Dark Knight! He mulled it over a bit. Nah, he's got to be bluffing. Time to test. "Well, really I was just taking a break that summer, I've been around for 800 years," he chuckled, and he looked left and right by moving his eyes only. His left hand subconsciously rubbed the back of his head, "I mean, I'm not that rusty." He shrugged with his right arm.

Batman did not appear amused. He didn't seem to be much of anything since Randy first saw him other than 'this dude's honkin' scary' when he saw him pop up on the television. If anything, Batman looked very unamused, and that worried him. After a bit of standing there, Randy blinking innocently the whole while, Batman finally retorted, "I won't dignify that with a response." This time, Randy blinked in a more confused manner. "In any case, meet here. Tomorrow. Eleven p.m. Don't be late." Batman then turned, walked to the edge of the roof, and just stepped off. Randy didn't dare move. Shortly, he heard a vehicle revving and tires squealing, and his vision showed a large, black vehicle speeding away on the roads.

"Oh yeah," Randy said in a calm voice that masked his inner fear and turmoil, "he totally knows."

The following day found Randy zoning out at school nearly the whole day. He barely responded to Artemis when she prodded him during lunch. His response was half-consciously made when his mother asked if he was alright when she had dropped him off and picked him up that day.

I don't want to mind-wipe Batman! That was Randy's primary thought. It rang through his head like a school bell that forgot to stop. Randy finally paid attention around him. He was sitting in his second-to-final period when the bells kept ringing. Oh, so the school bell is ringing like crazy, he thought to himself.

The teacher stood up and addressed the class, "It's alright students. I'm sure it's just a fire drill I forgot was on the itinerary…" The small woman opened a drawer and looked at what appeared to be an oversized calendar before nodding. "Yup. Right here in my handwriting. Come along! Don't grab anything, just stand up and follow me." She immediately dropped the calendar in favor of beckoning the students to follow her, as well as her example. Eventually, they all filed out.

Randy couldn't help but still dwell on the fact that Batman quite possibly – or most likely, quite certainly – knew that he was the Ninja. What to do about that made him reel. Thankfully, an epiphany came to him as he stood outside in the designated area for the fire drill. Wait, if he knew about the Ninja, why did he wait until the Ninja showed up in his city? Also, he's a superhero, secret identities are pretty much a no-brainer! Maybe-.

His thoughts were briefly interrupted by him getting nudged by Jessie who happened to be next to him with another group, "Hey, Earth to Randy. You wanna tell any of us what you're thinking about? You've been staring off into space the whole day."

Randy blinked a few times and shook his head. "Oh, it's nothing. Just worrying over nothing," he said, shrugging it off. At least I hope it's nothing.

"Okay, just making sure. Artemis was worried at lunch when none of us could get you to talk."

"Oh, sweet cheese, I blanked out on the whole honkin' day, didn't I?"

Jessie chuckled and gave a wry grin. "Dude, I don't even think your brain was on the same planet. You get Mars transmissions down here?"

Randy snorted and briefly doubled over to keep himself from belting out laughing. "Dude, that would be pretty Bruce, huh?"

Once again, the gothic boy snickered, ducking his head down as though his long bangs would shield his expression. "Man, I am so glad you moved to Gotham. For a while, I didn't think anyone outside our group was half as awesome as you."

Randy preened a bit at that before he stopped and blinked, eyes wide in realization. "Wait, you think I'm awesome?"

"Pft, heck yeah. Because you don't pretend to be something – or someone – you aren't. Sick and tired of seeing that." Jessie crossed his arms and stared off. Possibly at someone, though due to his height, Randy couldn't see who.

Still, the comment didn't fail to get him to smile. "You know, you guys are pretty awesome, yourselves." He leaned back on the air, hands behind his head with a grin of his own.

Yeah, maybe I don't have to mind-wipe Batman. He won't tell anyone else, and it will be just two people who know I'm the Ninja. This is fine.

Right?

Randy's alarm blared. He cracked open his eyes and glared at his alarm clock. He slammed the snooze button a couple of times, but nothing happened to stop the blaring. Blearily, he fully opened his eyes and glared at the clock. Why did I set the alarm for 10:30 at night? He wracked his brain and searched his nightstand. Quickly, due to the light that it was giving off, Randy located his phone. Glowing at him in the dark, he saw the symbol of an analog alarm clock shaking back and forth with vibration lines appearing and disappearing around it. The time just turned to 10:32 PM, though that wasn't what caused Randy to suddenly wake up as though he was dumped into a pool of ice water.

Meet Batman at 11.

The title of the alarm caused no small amount of panic. He had thirty minutes to get fully dressed – just in case something happened and he ended up losing chunks of the suit – and brush his teeth out of habit before scouring his room, attempting to find the NinjaNomicon and the mask. Quickly, he tapped the dismiss button on his phone for the alarm and rocketed out of bed, quickly pulling on a pair of pants, a shirt, and his jacket. Feeling a lack of a familiar weight, he searched under his pillow and mattress for the 'Nomicon. Finally, he found it under the bed itself, along with the mask. He rushed over to the bathroom and gave his mouth a quick brush since he was too tired earlier to do it before bed. Finally, he pulled the mask over his head, opened his window, and shot out like a bat out of hell. He was on the next building when it occurred to him that he might want his window closed and returned to do just such that before rushing off, using the scarf to aid him in vaulting, leaping, and running across the skyline of Gotham City to the agreed-upon meeting site to start his first official training to be a hero.

Just like the Justice League.

Randy suppressed a squeal at that, though his eyes were wide with giddiness. I'm going to be learning some hero work under the World's Greatest Detective! Randy thought honestly for a moment, I probably would have thought he was the World's Best Ninja, too, if I didn't grow up in Norrisville. Probably a good thing I did, though. Randy stopped moving long enough to check his phone, the suit nudging ribbons of itself out of the way just enough for him to pull it out. Checking, he noticed he had a minute to go until the designated time. Panicked, he looked around.

Luckily, it looked like the right place, but he wasn't too sure. He looked down into the alleyway and checked.

"Oh, yeah. I smell those smoke bombs," he said to himself, as he enhanced his senses enough to not only smell the area but to also see the red residue on the concrete from where the little bomb hit the ground. "So, it looks like I made it in time!" He cockily stated to no one and leaned back on the air; right leg crossed in front of the other with both hands behind his head. "Whew! Cut it close, though."

"Next time, leave a bit earlier."

"Yeah, that sounds like a- gah!" Randy jumped up a bit and recoiled forward, away from the voice. Whirling around, he was face-to-face – or was it mask-to-mask? – with the caped crusader. "Do you enjoy scaring people?" Randy asked, narrowing his eyes accusingly.

Finally, an expression. A smirk, though it sent a chill down Randy's spine. Quickly, however, it faded. "I think we'll work on your perception, first." Batman led Randy over to an adjacent ledge of the building and brought out his left hand, holding what looked like a standard car key attached to a car's key fob. Batman clicked one of the small handful of buttons he could see on the fob, and he heard a couple of chirps from below. Looking down, he noticed the sleek black of the Batmobile, the dark glass roof sliding back revealing four seats. Two in front and two in back. Randy looked at Batman questioningly. "You didn't really think we were going to train out in the open where anyone could interrupt, did you?" Batman's dry reply came.

Randy looked down at the vehicle. "Shotgun!" He called out and jumped down, making sure to do two flips before landing butt-first on the passenger seat of the legendary car. Randy rubbed his gloved hands on the leather seat and did his best to stifle a fangirl-worthy laugh or even squee. I'm in the honkin' Batmobile! To go to a secret training place! Could this day get any better? Batman landed in the driver's seat as though he simply fell from the sky with the grace of a dancer. Randy didn't know if that was for sure, but he was sure it was a possibility with how easy he makes everything look. Batman pressed one of the multitude of buttons on the console and the top slid over, obscuring Randy's vision with solid black glass. "Uh, how are we going to see where we're going?"

"You don't need to see where we're going," Batman replied. Randy stared at him, waiting for him to continue. "Buckle in." Not what the young Ninja was expecting, but he complied anyway as the Dark Knight also buckled in. Before he could get a word out, a brief cry of surprise escaped him as the vehicle suddenly lurched forward. Unable to see if they were going to crash or not, but feeling every acceleration, deceleration, and turn caused his worry – and his nausea – to grow.

Finally, after what felt like ages, the Batmobile slowed considerably. Once it made it to a full stop, the top slid open. Groggy, and attempting to keep down his lunch, Randy weakly undid the buckle and gripped the edge of the Batmobile before hauling himself over, falling onto a metal floor with his scarf draping itself over his head and face. Groaning, he stopped for a while just to be still and hope that it would transfer to his stomach, however, he ended up hearing chittering, squeaking, and the flapping of wings. Curious, he looked up, nudging his scarf out of the way to see what was making the sound.

He was in a high-ceilinged cave, stalactites hanging down in the hundreds all around. The longer ones were at the edge, though there were broken bits in the center as well as smaller, fatter ones hanging down there. On those stalactites were hundreds, if not thousands of bats. They chittered away amongst each other and occasionally flittered back and forth amongst the rock formations. Curious, he turned his gaze downwards and noticed it was a large, open area. Mostly flat and the center-most appeared to be a training area. The space around seemed to be designated for a variety of storage for what Randy presumed to be tech and tools for crime-fighting. Especially if that case off to the side with spare suits for Batman and his protégé were anything to go by.

"Is this-?"

"No," Batman interceded, quickly and brutally.

Randy hopped up, his stomach only doing small swoops, "I didn't even finish asking my question."

"You didn't need to." With that, Batman let that conversation die just as brutally as before.

Glowering in the Dark Knight's direction – without any heat to it – he thought a little bit about the location and the things within a bit more which softened his glare. I would imagine there'd be some trophies, or most stuff if this was the Batcave, he thought almost bitterly. Oh well. Pretty sure I expected this, really. Looking back, yes. Why drag the strange teenager who's trying to convince the whole world he's the same, 800-year-old ninja protecting a small city centering on a high school of all places. Randy feels the urge to facepalm at that revelation, though (barely) manages to refrain from doing so.

"Here, we'll work on different skills you need to brush upon. First up: Perception," Batman explained as he walked further away from the parking area and towards one of the many crates and lockers to the side. He pulls out a long, black cloth from a smaller cabinet around his shoulder height, though he makes no further moves other than to turn to the Ninja and state, "Your first task is to spot Robin."

Randy's eyes darted around the room in a cursory glance. "Wait, he's here? Right now? Like, right now, right now?" His only response was the narrowing of the Dark Knight's eyes. "Sheesh, okay. I get it…" he trailed off and started attempting to search for the Boy Wonder. He tried a detailed examination of the stalactites above him first, attempting to see if the sidekick had plastered himself above him. It's what he would have done. Good view of the surrounding area, a nice spot to hide, and if you were still enough, the bats would cover any slight movement. It's perfect.

A bit too perfect as suddenly something caught his scarf and wrapped it around his face. "Gah! What the-?!" He flailed a bit before quickly rectifying the situation and pulling the scarf away from his eyes as he scanned around him. There wasn't much around him at the ground level. Just the Batmobile, some crates, and a few stalagmites. Then again, Robin was a speedy person. Sure, not speedster levels, but dang fast for a teenager. Gathering his wits about him, Randy whirled around periodically attempting to spot movement. A flash of yellow, red, and black, perhaps. His cape, his vest, something. An echoing cackle of Robin's pealed out from the darkness.

Wait, he thought to himself, maybe I don't have to see him, maybe catching him ought to be enough for now. It was a great plan. He just had to perceive where the Boy Wonder was going to be when he rushed him for another prank. Coiled and ready, he kept rotating slightly. Hang on, what if that's what he wants? He thought back to a few times both he and Howard had pranked the principal at his school. All you had to do was look like you gave up, and they would let their guard down thinking they won. Sneaky and mean, but he couldn't help the smirk as he suddenly relaxed his guard by straightening up. He crossed his arms behind his head and kicked one foot behind the other, "Man, this seems like mega hard mode. Are you sure there isn't any way I could go to an easier level?"

Gaging Batman's reaction to his statement, he guessed his acting was horrible and ham-fisted. He had to bite back a retort about his usual foes having terrible acting skills themselves, especially when he noticed some movement out of the corner of his eye. "Ah-ha! Ninja Scarf Snag!" In a swift movement, he swung out his scarf and grabbed something. A very small something. Once it made it to his hands, it looked to be one of his smoke bombs, only there was a little device attached to it. "What the juice?"

Right after he said that the small device punctured the smoke bomb, causing it to go off in Randy's face. He coughed and sputtered, waving a hand in the air to dissipate the smell of skunk tree sap. "Oh, sweet cheese, been a while since one went off in my face." What didn't help his mood in the slightest was the mocking laughter that pealed out from Robin somewhere within the cave.

Batman simply shook his head slightly off to the side and put down the strip of cloth on the crate next to him. "There's still patrols that need to be done, so I'll leave you to Robin." He turned towards the darkness, head tilted slightly up, "Robin, you know when training is over. Make sure he gets back." With that, Batman headed back towards the Batmobile and took off.

"Oh, cool. I haven't gotten a chance to use that exit, lately," the Boy Wonder called out from somewhere. Where, Randy still wasn't sure, but he had a bad feeling more of his tools could be used against him.

Recalling even half of the things in his oddly expansive inventory, he called out a plea, "Can we leave the bombs out of this? At least the explosion and bee bombs, please." Regardless of his mask, his worry could still be seen.

"Don't sweat it. I'm trying to train you, not hurt you. Speaking of: you might want to lay off calling out your attacks." Still, Randy couldn't pinpoint where Robin was, but that time, it sounded just a bit closer, perhaps?

Randy crouched into another ready stance, arms ready to grab and toss anything that could be useful. "You know, I'm still not sure how you managed to grab one of my smoke bombs the first time around," Randy stated. He attempted to use small talk. Maybe I'll be able to hear where he is? Randy couldn't help but wonder to himself if that plan would work at all.

Well, the next time the Boy Wonder darted past him, he was able to react. Just not in time. He reached out and just missed the fluttering of Robin's cape past his pinkie finger. "Nin- Gah! How in the cheese are you so fast!?" Randy stomped his foot and threw his hands up in frustration. "Seriously!? How?!"

Robin's taunting cackle rang out again, "Would you believe that I grew up in a circus?"

Randy's only response was to grumble under his breath, "Maybe…"

Training dragged on like that for the next couple of hours. Robin would not fall for any bait Randy would put out there and Randy kept falling for every little trick in Robin's book. Granted, he only fell for the same trick twice at one point, and suddenly, never again. He still called out his attempts to grab the Boy Wonder, but he skipped it once or twice somewhere in there. It was once it hit one in the morning that Randy knew the time and how tired he was only when Robin declared it.

"Okay, looks like it's 1 am, now. Guess you want to go home, huh?"

Randy blinked a few times. "When'd you get in front of me?"

Robin leaned back a bit with a mischievous smirk, "Dude, I just walked up to you. From over there." He jabbed a thumb to a few crates that were behind the Boy Wonder directly in Randy's line of sight.

Bleary-eyed, Randy blinked a few times before rubbing his eyes with his fists. He pulled out his phone and checked the time with the lock screen. "Sleep. Plan. Good." Randy's vocabulary took a sudden and sharp decline once he realized how exhausted he was. Non-stop training, straining his eyes in the dark, for almost two hours. Not to mention being up all day for normal school activities and such. Clumsily, he shoved the device back into his pocket. "I bed go now." He tried to walk it off and play it cool, but before he could make the first proper step forward, he fell flat onto his face. He simply laid there and groaned grumpily.

Robin only laughed at his plight. "You'll get used to it. Might take you a few weeks, but you will."

Randy could only respond with a muffled, "Oh, goodie," from his downed position, lamenting that he must drag himself back to a standing position. Luckily for him, when he finally looked up and was beginning to prop himself up, he noticed Robin holding out a hand to help him up. Grateful, he took the offer and managed to get himself stable. "Okay, how do we get out of her if Batman took his car?"

"On my cycle, of course."

Randy looked at Robin incredulously. "There's no way you are old enough to drive." Robin was certainly a few inches shorter than himself and most likely still growing.

Robin's smirk was not helping his nerves. "Legally, no."

Randy blinked a few times as though that would clear his disbelief. Robin still held the smirk. Okay, no, he's not bluffing. "Okay, not going to lie, but that's kinda cool."

"Woo hoooooooo~!"

Though he hadn't the slightest clue where he was going, he wasn't driving the cycle that Robin operated. For some reason, this was way better than riding blind in the Batmobile. After what felt like only about five minutes, Robin stopped the cycle and announced, "Okay, last stop, all Norrisvillians off!"

Randy pulled off the helmet that was on him, grateful that he can now see past the blackened visor. "You just keep that helmet around as a 'just in case,' huh?"

Robin shrugged languidly, "More or less. Oh, by the Bats wanted to let you know that you might want to set an alarm earlier tomorrow. For the rest of the week, to start with."

Randy blinked a few times and shook his head, "Wait, more training? With you guys?" He was starting to feel a little starstruck with the focus he was getting from one of the original Leaguers and his crime-fighting partner.

Robin scoffed mirthfully, "Uh, yeah. Batman might say it's because 'you're too dependent on your tools,' but I think he just wants to make sure you smooth out your rough edges." He had used air quotes when he stressed Randy's dependency on his tool kit, but he didn't think either phrase was wrong. He did use his tools a heck of a lot. Probably a bit more than should be necessary.

Randy shook his head, "Nah, it's fine, I totally get it." He tossed the helmet back to the boy wonder who deftly caught it. "Same time tomorrow?"

Robin nodded, "Same time! Get some sleep! Maybe steal in a nap, you're slurring your words." He chuckled the last bit of his sentence and secured the helmet into a compartment under the seat Randy was previously on before he revved the bike and shot off into the night.

It took until then to realize that he hadn't responded to him, and he was about to angrily retort before he waved it off. "Now," he said aloud to himself, "where am I?" He pulled out his phone and opened the map application, thanking his lucky stars he marked where his new home was and headed in that direction. "Man, I can't wait to get to sleep…"

AN: Oh, goodness... This chapter took forever to slog through the ADHD, bipolar, and the fact that work was a hectic, everchanging hellscape for this year. For my readers who aren't adults yet or not yet in the workforce: don't wish you were a legal adult yet and out of the house. Enjoy being a kid while you can! Like Randy, here!