"Sir if I may be so bold, have you lost your mind?" Alfred asked as he opened the door for Batman and Robin, Harley slung over Batman's shoulder.
Batman ignored his comment; "Miss Quinzelle is going to be staying with us from now on. Alfred, I would appreciate it if you would make the guest room up."
"I can't believe this!" Robin blurted out as he ran after Batman, who was carrying Harley up the stairs, "You're actually letting her stay here? Why don'tcha just show her the Batcave entrance?"
Batman pushed the bedroom door open with his foot and entered the lavish guestroom. Alfred turned the blankets over and Batman laid her on the bed. Robin kept pestering him.
"How are we gonna live like this? What if she goes crazy again? You won't have to deal with her all the time like Alfred and me, you'll go off to Wayne Enterprises!" Robin whined.
"Alfred, please get Miss Quinn ready for bed," Batman said as he left the room, Robin on his heels.
"And what if we have to leave her alone? We can't be here all the time! You'll make us prisoners in our own home!" Robin shrieked.
Batman opened the clock entrance and went inside. Robin continued to blather on and on, always one step behind him. Batman sat at the Bat computer and, taking off his mask, started typing in codes.
Robin gritted his teeth, "Are you listening to me?"
Batman turned to face his ward, "Is this coming from the same boy who wants me to let him prowl Gotham alone?"
Robin opened his mouth but nothing came out. He looked to ground and kicked at its cement coldness. Batman turned back to the computer and began to type again; the words on the screen glistened on his eyes.
"You of anyone should realize that I have this place under strong lock and key. The clock entrance will be securely locked. We will have to use the back entrance for awhile. Plus, every room is wired. If she tries anything the security systems will put a stop to it. Besides, she'll have you watching over her."
"WHAT!?!" yelled Robin.
Batman continued to type, "Just for the summer. After that, we'll think of something else. I'll take time off from W.E. and take over. Plus Alfred will be here. And contact is only a push button away. If you can handle Quinn for the summer, maybe you can handle the beat on your own."
Robin's eyes grew wide with excitement, "Really, Bruce? You mean that?"
Batman turned and pointed a finger at Robin, "That means you take the summer beat off, at least until we adjust. Batgirl and I will handle the nights on the street. Quinn is your responsibility, Tim. Can you handle it?"
"YEA!" Robin triumphantly screeched, jumping in the air.
Batman turned back to the computer and continued to type, "Isn't it past your bedtime?" Robin did not even argue. He tore his suit off and ran up the stairs, closing the clock behind him.
Batman shook his head and a slight smirk touched his lips for a moment.