Don't own nuthin', honest!

It had been a difficult year for Robin. His dad had been diagnosed with terminal cancer, while his mother, ah, didn't have much time for him (cliché, I know, but it's a cliché 'cause it works!), so young Robin threw himself into his schoolwork.

A week after the cancer had been diagnosed; Robin had stayed after lessons ended at his Sixth Form College, which doubled as an adult education centre after school hours. He was going to work on his least favourite subject, maths. He was good at it, just as he was good at all his subjects, but that didn't mean he had to like it! With his trusty laptop at home, he carried only his 'school' memory stick, as he didn't want to risk losing his laptop, or worse, his DCU data! Making his way to the computer room, he pulled out his memory stick. Going to the nearest computer, he logged on, then inserted the memory stick (in the computer.) and loaded its contents.

"Crap!"

He'd brought the wrong stick! This had all his DC stuff on! He exited the screen and logged off, then made his way towards the exit. As he walked, he noticed an odd smell coming form one of the science labs. Thinking that someone had forgot to turn off the gas, he headed towards the science lab to deal with it.

"Who are you?"

These were Robin's last words in his universe, directed at the strangely garbed man in the lab, who was doing something with a complicated piece of machinery (which plot considerations forbid me from explaining). The man turned, surprised, knocking a big, red, button marked 'Do Not Press' with his elbow.

The next thing Robin knew, he was in a dark alley surrounded by trash. Stooping, he picked up a paper;

"The Gotham Gazette!"

to be continued...


So, what do you guys think? should Robin seek out the Bat-clan, or meet 'em by accident?