Roy looked up as Dick came back into the den with their drinks. "Alfred made lemonade!" the younger boy beamed as he handed one to Roy.

"Is it good?"

"Isn't everything Alfred makes?"

"Good point."

"Go on, taste it."

Roy took a sip. "Mmmm. You're right, everything Alfred makes is delicious."

Dick grinned. Roy had been calm and laid-back all day. He'd done well on a test the day before, so Alfred gave him the day off from "school". They'd spent the morning in the gym so Dick could teach Roy acrobatics and he could work on his fighting skills. Currently, they were playing Scrabble because Alfred had insisted they needed to "unplug". Dick stared at the board for a moment before he put down his tiles.

"You cheated."

"What? I did not!"

"Did so."

"Where?!"

Roy pointed. "Aster is not a word."

"Is so!"

"Oh yeah? Use it in a sentence."

"Because you're accusing me of cheating I'm so not feeling the aster."

Roy rolled his eyes. "Fine. Have your fake word."

Dick stuck his tongue out at him. Distantly they heard a door slam and Roy flinched a little, causing him to misplace a tile. "Bruce is home."

"I can tell."

"Sounds like he probably had a bad day."

"He-he did?"

"If he slammed the door he did. Alfred's probably chewing him out for it right now." Dick focused on the game, completely missing the look on Roy's face. "Ok, D-O-G-S. Ha! Beat that!" Dick frowned. Roy didn't respond. He was just staring at the board with a slight tremor running through his body. "Roy? Roy?"

"Huh?!"

"Everything ok?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm just….tired."

"Tired?"

"Yeah. I'm-I'm going to lay down." Roy got up before Dick could say anything else and quickly left the room. He made a quick escape up to his room and shut the door behind him. Unable to calm down he simply hid under his bed. He buried his head in his arms to try and ignore the world.

Downstairs, Dick hadn't moved from his spot. After a moment of confusion, he shrugged and clean du their game. He grabbed his and Roy's drinks to bring them back into the kitchen. When he walked, Alfred was finishing cooking dinner. "Back so soon Master Dick?" the butler asked.

"Roy went upstairs. He got freaked out about something."

"What was it?"

"I don't know."

"Well, he can finish it at dinner, which is almost ready. Will you get Master Roy and Master Bruce please?"

"Ok!" Dick ran out of the kitchen with Alfred's 'don't run in the house' following him. He ran to Bruce's study first. "Bruce!" he called, knocking on the door and opening it at the same time. "Alfie said dinner's almost ready."

Bruce sighed and rubbed his face. "Ok Dick, I'll be right there."

Dick left and ran upstairs to Roy's room. "Roy!" he called, knocking on the door. "It's almost dinnertime." He waited, but there was no reply. "Roy!" He remembered what Bruce and Alfred kept telling him about giving Roy space. "Just… don't forget!" He went back downstairs, hoping Roy would venture out on his own.

"I take it the others are coming sir?" Alfred asked Dick as he placed the food on the table.

"Yes." Dick sat down and sucked down some more of his lemonade.

"Master Dick that is the only glass of lemonade you're getting tonight."

"Right." Dick sat back and played with his fork.

Bruce came in and sat down. "Alfred I really should-"

"Eat a good meal before you have another meeting with the Justice League and patrol Gotham afterward? Couldn't have said it better myself sir."

"Of course. Where's Roy?"

"His room," Dick said.

"Why?"

"I don't know. We were playing a game in the den, then he just got up and left. He seemed kind of freaked out about something."

"You should go talk to him Master Bruce," Alfred said. "See why he is upset and convince him to come eat. He'll need his strength if he's accompanying you to the Watchtower tonight."

"Of course." Bruce stood up, knowing it was useless to argue with Alfred; even when he believed he would just make this worse. 'Just remember to stay calm and let him do all the talking.' He knocked on Roy's bedroom door. "Roy," he said. "It's time for dinner." There was no reply. "Roy?" He opened the door to find that Roy was apparently not in there. "Roy?"

"Yes…?" Came the hesitant reply from under the bed. Bruce knelt down and looked under.

"Is everything ok?" That was probably a stupid question. If everything was ok, then Roy wouldn't be hiding under the bed. "Come out please, Roy." Bruce waited for a moment, then Roy wiggled his way out and took up his usual position, curled up against his headboard. "What's wrong?" Roy swallowed but didn't say anything. Bruce walked closer and sat on the edge of the bed. "Did….Dick say something-"

"No! No Dick didn't do anything!"

"Ok, ok." Bruce thought about moving closer, but then Roy just curled up tighter and he decided not to. "Roy-" Roy flinched back and Bruce released he'd made the mistake of reaching for him. He moved his hand back. "What happened?" Roy's eyes searched his face. 'If I didn't know any better I'd say he was anticipating something.' Bruce sighed. "Roy, do you think I'm going to hit you?"

"…..yes…."

"Roy I'm not going to hit you. Have I ever hit you before?"

"…..no…."

"Why did you think it then? Did you do something wrong?"

"…..no…"

"Why then?"

Roy swallowed. "Dick-Dick said you had a bad day."

"Well….yes…" He'd also had a lecture from Alfred about "living in a civilized manner". "What does this have to do with that?"

"When-when Ollie had a bad day he'd….he'd…."

Bruce had a pretty good idea. "If Oliver had a bad day he'd take it out on you." Roy nodded. "Roy, I'm not going to do that."

"It's ok…Ollie did it all the time…"

"No Roy, it's not ok."

"He'd just…slap me around or punch me a couple of times." Bruce had to physically keep himself from clenching his fists. "It was really only bad one time…"

That was both confusing and concerning to Bruce. "One time?"

"Yeah… It was….a weekend of hell."

"What happened?"

Roy's hands gripped his pants tighter. "Last May, Ollie had a really big business deal with some other company. He'd worked on it for months and months but then the other guy pulled out at the last minute. Ollie got stuck with the aftermath and he lost thousands of dollars."

Bruce's mouth went dry. "Last May?"

"Yeah… Ollie- He was pissed."

"What happened?"

"He came home and he…he dragged me down to the arsenal and started shooting arrows at me for hours. He was yelling that he wanted to kill "him" and stuff… Then he calmed down a little bit and we went upstairs, but he suddenly got mad again and started hitting me. He just wouldn't stop… He was punching me and kicking me! When he stopped he dragged me to his bedroom-" Bruce's blood pressure went up. "and locked me in the trunk." His blood pressure went down a little bit. Just a little. "Ollie- he was…pacing for most of the night and he kicked the trunk a couple of times… The rest of the weekend was just….bad. Worse than normal bad. He would calm down but then get mad again and start hitting me. Once, I sat on the couch and he kicked me in the ribs to get me off. And-and one time he was throwing things across the room and I-I was scared one of them would hit me. I tried to get away or hide but he'd yell and I couldn't get away from him. He made me sleep in the trunk all weekend…that was ok though. When I was in there he couldn't really hurt me. He'd kick it but that just….jostled me. I couldn't eat either. Nothing all weekend long… That weekend was the first time I was afraid he'd kill me…" Roy lost what little control he had and broke down crying.

Horror wasn't really the word to use to describe how Bruce felt. There was horror, yes, but something else too…guilt. He could tell Roy didn't know, but he was the one who'd been doing business with Oliver. He was the one who'd canceled that deal at the worst possible time. He was the reason Oliver had been so pissed. Bruce swallowed and briefly squeezed his fists. "That…that was then… I would never do anything like that." Directly. "I won't take my frustration and anger out on you. I know- I know you don't believe me yet, but I won't hit you." Roy's face disappeared into his jeans and Bruce took a moment to squash his guilt back down. It was so overwhelming he could barely look at Roy. "When you're calmed down we'll go down to dinner." He didn't rush Roy or try to push him. He couldn't. The guilt was twisting his chest. It took a couple of minutes before Roy could bring his face out of his pants. "Ready?" Roy nodded but didn't say anything. "Ok." Bruce got up and stepped back so Roy could get up. He followed Roy downstairs into the dining room.

Alfred gave them a 'what happened?' look, but Bruce waved him off. Dick was clearly concerned and confused but didn't say anything. Roy just sat down and picked at his food. Bruce kept an eye on him as they ate. Roy didn't eat a lot, but he did eat half of what was on his plate. Considering what Bruce had planned that night, Roy should've probably eaten more, but Bruce's guilt prevented him from trying to force him into something.

"Roy, when we go to the Watchtower tonight, make sure you wear something….loose. Ok?" he asked as they finished eating. He and Dick at least. Once Roy finished eating he'd just sat there, staring at his plate.

"Yes, Bruce."

"Dick go down to the cave and check your belt."

"But I-"

"Dick."

"Go downstairs and check my belt. Got it." Dick brought his plate into the kitchen and disappeared towards the cave; while Roy put his half-eaten plate away and went back up to his room. Bruce got up and went to the gym. He didn't want the boys near him for a little bit. Roy would just get scared and Dick would ask questions. He closed his eyes and leaned briefly on his punching bag. Rage suddenly took over and he started punching the bag with every ounce of strength he had. The bag swung wildly as he pounded on it. stopping never even crossed his mind. The only thing that did was Roy.

Roy starving for two days.

Roy trying to avoid having something thrown at his head.

Roy sleeping in a dark, cramped space getting knocked around.

Roy alone and hurt because he was being beaten and no one was coming to save him.

Roy feeling scared and confused because he hadn't done anything and didn't understand why this was happening.

It didn't really make Bruce feel any better to beat on the punching bag, but that didn't stop him from hitting harder. He kept going until his knuckles hurt, but didn't stop. He just kept hitting harder and harder, wishing with every bone in his body that he could inflict this kind of damage on Oliver Queen. That he could make Queen feel as helpless and scared as Roy had been. More than that though, he wanted to take back his actions. Instead of provoking Queen, just letting it go. He kept punching until he hit the bag so hard it slipped off the hook and fell on the ground with a thump! Bruce stopped and stood over it. He breathed heavily with his hands shaking slightly. "I'm sorry," he breathed with his head bowed. "I'm so sorry."

"Apologizing to your punching bag sir?" Alfred asked.

"I did a terrible thing, Alfred."

"Oh?"

Bruce couldn't even look at him. "Last year I was…frustrated that I couldn't touch Green Arrow. There was no way to take him down. So I decided if I couldn't get to him as Green Arrow, I could get to him as Oliver Queen. I spent months developing a deal so that when I pulled out it would leave him in the wind and cause him to lose money. Lots of it."

"You now regret your actions, sir?"

"Queen went home and took all of his frustration and anger out on Roy."

Understanding bloomed on Alfred's face. "Ah. I see sir."

"It's my fault. If I hadn't angered Queen, then Roy wouldn't have suffered."

"Sir-"

"I remember how proud I was that weekend. I was so smug about my brilliant plan."

"Sir-"

"Meanwhile Roy spent his weekend terrified and in pain because of what I did."

"Master Bruce! You are not responsible for what happened!"

"If I hadn't made Queen mad he wouldn't have hurt Roy!"

Alfred raised an eyebrow. "Master Bruce, you do realize how irrational that is, correct? It is as silly as Master Roy thinking that if he had done something different Mr. Queen would not have hurt him."

"This is different. Roy really didn't do anything, I did."

"Mr. Queen is an adult who made his own decisions sir."

Bruce shook his head. "It wasn't the only time I did it though! Nothing that major, but there were still times when I purposefully screwed Queen over." He wondered how many of those times resulted in Roy getting hurt. Probably all of them. "I didn't mean for- I didn't know- I never thought Queen would react like that." He sighed. "I left him there Alfred. I suspected he was in trouble for two years and I did nothing. I left a child to fend for himself against a grown adult. An adult I provoked to make him even angrier."

"Master Bruce you weren't the one who hit Master Roy. You have done what you thought was best and you have done everything in your power to help Master Roy-"

Bruce snorted. "Everything in my power. He's still afraid of me. He still has nightmares and flashbacks." He sighed. "He still has scars."

"The only person to blame is Mr. Queen. He and he alone is responsible for what happened to Master Roy. As you so often remind Master Dick, it will take time for Master Roy to recover. You can only do so much."

"What if he can't? What if he's like this forever and nothing I do can help?"

"You tell me, sir. Would you get rid of him if he didn't recover?"

"No! Of course, I wouldn't! I'd still take care of him!"

"Which is far more than Oliver Queen ever did sir. You are not like him and you are not responsible for what happened. All you can do now is help Master Roy move on and make sure he's taken care of."

Bruce nodded. He reached down and picked up his punching bag. The meal ring hadn't just slipped off the chain, it was broken. "I need a new one."

"I believe we have two extra in a storage closet somewhere sir."

"Mhm." Bruce looked at Dick's smaller punching bag. "We need an intermediate one for Roy."

"It is 8 o'clock sir, perhaps you should get ready."

"I should."

"If you don't mind my asking sir, are you certain this is a good idea?"

"Yes. Roy has to learn how to fight a person, not just his punching bag."

"If you say so, sir."

Bruce left the room to get changed. Tonight would be another long night consisting of a League meeting and patrol with Dick. He briefly considered giving Roy a mask, then decided it didn't matter. The League, Kid Flash, and Aqualad already knew his identity anyways. He walked silently down the stairs to the Bat Cave. Two voices carried to him in the echoing space. His footsteps became quite almost by instinct as he crept forward. Dick was already in his suit, sans mask and cape. His utility bet was in his hands as he held it up for Roy to see. Roy was looking over it with obvious curiosity.

"How many bat-a-rangs fit in there?" he asked, both boys unaware of Bruce's presence as he hid in the shadows.

"!2 in each pouch," Dick answered.

"What about your grapple gun?"

'He's very interested in the inner workings of the belt,' Bruce observed as Dick gave the best explanation he could. The boy was still only 10, and Bruce didn't expect him to fully understand the complex science that was involved in building the belts and gadgets; yet. 'I'm surprised Roy is so calm around our vigilante selves.' Well, Robin wasn't surprising. He was, after all, the person who'd directly rescued Roy from Oliver. Still though, after the terrible things Roy had seen and forced to do when he worked with Oliver, Bruce was shocked he could stand to be near Batman and Robin at all. A conversation the two of them had suddenly popped up in his mind.

'No, Roy. You tried to save the life of a kid who still could've seen the error of his ways and turned his life around. What you did took courage.'

'It didn't feel like it when Oliver was hitting me. It felt like it was pointless.'

Bruce frowned a little bit. 'He has a good heart and a good conscience. Queen wasn't successful in beating that out of him.' Which Bruce was really thankful for. 'It wasn't for nothing. Standing up to Oliver shows a lot of courage and character, especially for someone so young.' An idea started forming in the back of his mind. A way to show Roy that he'd been right to stand up to Oliver and he did the right thing. A way for him to live with all the terrible acts that he'd seen or aided in. A way to ensure Queen really didn't win. It was also crazy and risky. Very risky. 'We'll see how tonight goes,' he decided, heading over to his suit. 'If tonight goes well then we'll see.'

— —

"Robin, B01."

"Authorized Guest."

"Batman, 02."

Robin grinned as he held Roy's hand. He looked back at his friend and his smile dropped. Roy looked like he was going to have a panic attack. "Breathe," Robin reminded him. "In…Out…In…Out…"

"Robin, take Roy to wherever you're meeting Aqualad and Kid Flash," Batman advised. It didn't take a genius to guess that Roy's anxiety was being caused by the prospect of seeing the entire Justice League again. They hadn't seen him since they'd taken him out of Star, but clearly, the other heroes still scared him.

"Got it. Come on Roy." Robin led him away from the zeta and towards the gym, he, Kid Flash, and Aqualad frequented on the occasions they were allowed to be on the Watchtower during a meeting. It had stuff for Robin to climb on and a track for Kid Flash to run on. Aqualad usually stood off to the side or politely joined Robin in his climbing, but never with the same enthusiasm. Robin looked back at Roy. 'If everything goes ok today then maybe Aqualad will be a little more outgoing.'

"Can I ask you a question, Robin?" Roy asked cautiously.

"Of course!"

"You won't- Don't tell Batman?"

"Sure…?"

"Why am I here?"

"I convinced Batman you should come because you need more friends." It made him feel a little bad to lie, but Batman had suggested it to keep Roy at ease.

"Ok…" They walked into a bog room and Roy looked around. "A gym?"

"Cool huh? It's not used a lot, so Kid Flash, Aqualad, and I come here when we're allowed to come to League meetings." Which was still a very new development for Robin. Batman had always refused to bring him along in the past; until the night he told the young vigilante about Speedy.

"Do you guys come up here a lot?"

"Not really. Once in a while." A yellow streak suddenly ran into the room and stopped next to the two of them. Roy jumped back and hid behind Robin.

"Rob!" Kid Flash grinned. He darted forward and wrapped his arms around the younger boy. "Didyouseethatstop?! Didyouseethatstop?!"

"Kid I don't speak speedster," Robin reminded him, prying the overexcited kid off.

"Hi, Roy!"

"Hi," Roy responded.

"Aqualad should be right behind me."

"Indeed I am," Aqualad said walking in. Roy looked him over. This guy was different than Robin or Kid Flash. He was older and taller. He didn't run or flip like the other two, but instead walked calmly and precisely. Almost like a soldier. "Good to see you again Speedy."

"Call me Roy," Roy said.

"Roy. I do not know if you remember me, but I am Aqualad."

"I remember you." They'd only briefly met last time.

"Rob, I'll race you!" Kid Flash said suddenly. He ran off and Robin followed at his fastest, but still, a lot slower, pace. Roy wrapped his arms around himself as his heart started pounding. There's wasn't anything inherently threatening about Aqualad, but new people just made him nervous. If he picked up on it, the Atlantean didn't let on.

"I am pleased to see you look…better than you did when we first met."

"Yeah…"

"I must admit I am very curious, what is it like living with Batman?"

"It's…ok. Better than living with Green Arrow."

nod vxAqualad nodded. "I have had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting him."

"You did?! When?!"

"A while a go I believe. I was with my king and Green Lantern. I was left to take care of escaping henchmen and Green Arrow suddenly attacked me."

"He attacked you?!"

"Yes. Unfortunately,j I was no match for him. Luckily Aquaman and Green Lantern came back in time."

Roy swallowed. "I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"He wouldn't have attacked you if I hadn't left." Roy dropped his head. How many people had to get hurt just to keep him safe? He wasn't that important. A gentle hand settled on his shoulder and he looked up.

"I do not blame you Roy. Green Arrow fights with no honor and that is a decision only he can make. I would prefer you were safe... Any hero would face a monster rather than let an innocent person get hurt."

'I'm not really that innocent,' Roy thought bitterly as a flash of red blood appeared in his mind. "Thanks. Are…Are you normally a good fighter?"

"I admit that fighting on the surface is very different than underwater, but I am learning to adapt quickly. I am also trained by the king himself, so have excellent training."

"That's cool."

"Would you like to spar? I understand Batman has been teaching you a few things as well." Roy considered it. There was absolutely nothing threatening about Aqualad. He couldn't really explain it, but the fact that he didn't have to look up at him made Roy feel more comfortable. He also wasn't as small and fragile looking as Robin. "We can go easy if you would like. Just a few simple moves."

"O-Ok." They walked side by side to the mats in the middle of the track. On the far side of the room, Kid Flash and Robin were climbing on something. Robin did a flip up and Kid Flash scrambled after him. Aqualad stood still, waiting for Roy to make the first move. Slowly, Roy pulled his hands into fists and took a cautious swing at Aqualad. The Atlantean blocked it easily, then swung back. It was an odd thing to watch. Neither of them really moved at first. Roy would punch and Aqualad would block it; then Aqualad would punch and Roy would dodge. After a couple of minutes, he attempted a block he kept seeing Aqualad used. "Ah!" He let out a small yelp when the other teen's fist connected with his arm.

Aqualad froze and pulled his hand back. Across the room, Robin froze and looked like he was ready to blot over to them. Kid Flash out his hand on the small bird's shoulder. "What dude," he said quietly. "Let Aqualad handle this."

"Are you alright?" Aqualad asked. "I hope I did not hurt you. My king has warned that my strength is significantly stronger than a human's."

"N-no," Roy replied. He looked at his arm. There was no mark and it didn't even hurt. "I'm ok."

"Would you like to continue?"

"Yeah." Roy swung at him again, this time with a little bit more force. Aqualad could feel the force as he blocked it. He swung back and Roy blocked him again. This time he only flinched a little bit. Before Aqualad could ask if he wanted to stop though, he took another swing, forcing them to move on.

"See?" Kid Flash asked Robin as the two of them watched from a distance. "He's fine."

"Uh huh," Robin mumbled, watching the two of them carefully.

Kid Flash lowered himself down so he was next to Robin. "Let's go race again!"

"In a minute."

"Dude, Roy is fine. Aqualad has this handled."

"Roy's demeanor can change at any minute."

"Have you met Aqualad? He's so calm it would probably rub off on Roy. He's fine. Come on!"

"…I guess you're right."

"Then let's go!" Robin smirked and jumped to the ground. He somersaulted to his feet without losing momentum and took off running. "No fair you cheated!"

— —

"Do you think it went well?" Aquaman asked as he, Batman, and Flash went to retrieve their kids.

"We won't know until we get there," Batman responded. On the surface he looked like his same, unfeeling self; but underneath his was curious and worried. Worried because Roy was still a little jumpy around new people and, even though flashbacks from fighting were fewer, they could still happen. On the other hand, he was curious because if Roy could learn to fight someone else, then there might be a way for Batman to really help him.

"I'm assuming everything went well," Flash told them. "We haven't heard a peep out of them." They walked in and Flash was almost immediately run over by his nephew. Normally this would've received a comment about restraint form Batman, but he was too busy paying attention to Roy. The teen was sparring with Kaldur in the center of the room. There wasn't a lot of different moves being used, mostly just the two of them blocking and punching, but Roy looked like he might've been putting force behind his hits. He wasn't drinking away from Aqualad, but standing his ground and blocking his punches.

'He's doing ok,' Batman thought. Robin appeared at Batman's side.

"Are we going home?" Robin asked.

"Yes," Batman answered. He and Aquaman moved towards the center. Aqualad spotted them and stopped.

"My king," he said, bowing his head to Aquaman.

"It is time to go home," Aquaman told him.

"Yes, my king." Aqualad turned to Roy. "You fight well for a beginner. I hope I get to see you improve."

"I will. Maybe next time I'll beat you," Roy ventured carefully. He was rewarded with a playful smile from Aqualad.

"I look forward to it."

"Bye Aqualad."

Aqualad looked at Aquaman as if asking a question. Aquaman didn't need to be telepathic to know what he was asking. He nodded, they were among friends, after all, giving him permission. "My name is Kaldur'ahm."

"Kaldur'ahm," Roy stumbled over the syllables a little bit. "Bye Kaldur'ahm."

"Good-bye Roy." Aqualad followed Aquaman out.

"How did you and Roy get along?" Aquaman asked.

"Very well. He was very nervous at first, but I think he has relaxed a little bit."

"I could say the same about you. You're certainly more relaxed than you are with Robin and Kid Flash."

"I mean no disrespect, but Kid Flash and Robin can be bit…much."

"I'd agree to that."

"They are also very young. Robin especially."

"You and Roy are the same age. Technically."

"I am glad he seems to be moving on from Green Arrow's influence."

"Yes, that is a good thing." He put his hand on Aqualad's shoulder. "Thank you Kaldur'ahm. If Batman wasn't himself he'd thank you too."

"It was my pleasure, my king."

"It's still kind of early. Are you up for some late night training when we get back?"

"Of course my king."

"Excellent! Let's go!"

Back in the gym meanwhile, Robin was saying bye to Kid Flash. The young speedster gave him another hug before racing out of the room, Flash hot on his heels. "Let's go," Batman said to the boys.

"Patrol when we get home?" Robin asked helpfully.

"After we drop Roy off in the cave, yes."

"Woo!" Robin did a handspring, placing him several feet in front of his companions.

"Did you like sparring with Aqualad?" Batman asked Roy after a moment of silence between them.

"I did," Roy answered. "It was…ok."

"Good. Maybe you could try sparring with Robin again." Debt crept into Roy's face. "I promise he's far more dangerous than you are."

"I just…. don't want to hit someone smaller and wake than me."

"That makes sense,' Batman decided. "Robin is more than capable of defending himself against you."

Roy thought about it. "I guess I could try again…"

"Good." Batman was going to put his hand on Roy's shoulder but then decided against it. He authorized for the boys to get through the zeta tube and followed. As soon as they were in the open in Gotham he wrapped part of his cape around Roy. It wasn't as startling as the first time he'd done it. Roy was silent as they drove back to the Bat cave, but he seemed more relaxed than he had been in the past. Batman pondered the situation as he drove. 'It's a crazy idea. Possibly a terrible one.' It'd require a lot of work, both from him and Roy. If it worked though, he'd actually be able to help Roy move on from his trauma. 'I guess we'll see,' he thought as he pulled into the Bat Cave. 'This might be the best idea I've ever had or the worst.' Funny enough, that was his exact thought when creating Robin.