Dick is following me everywhere. He's so cute! But I wish it was Jason.
I couldn't call the Joker if I wanted to because Dick is always hovering. This big strong protector bit is sweet, but getting old fast.
I might call the Joker just out of spite.
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I spent a fun day playing secret agent, trying to duck Dick. He met me outside school (we don't even go to the same school) and we had lunch. I gave him the slip on the pretext of homework. Then I went to the park and there he was. Slipped away again and found myself trapped at home. Ordered Chinese for dinner. I wanted fajitas but you can't get any decent Mexican food in Gotham. Steph and Celia are working tonight.
Someone's outside. Joker?
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Well. I'm not supposed to know, but it was Robin and I assume Batman. Robin's little costume is awfully bright. Batman and Batgirl are harder to see. Robin doesn't seem to belong to their little family. I must research his history.
Why is Robin watching me?…
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Well, I am blunt. I hit Dick in the chest today. Hurt him more than it should have.
Waiting for dark.
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Watching Robin right now. He's about my age. Dark hair. Built like Dick. Moves like Dick. I feel like such a double agent.
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Double agent feels betrayed.
Daylight, and here is Dick. He offered to buy me lunch. I offered to let him tell me why. He said he likes me. He asked if he could kiss me.
Bull, Dick Grayson. You are a liar.
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I did it. I called the number. I'm going home and I feel oddly pleased about it. No, the word is fulfilled. Filled full. Not empty anymore.