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Thanks to everyone who has been patient with me over the past umpteen weeks since my last update. Sorry to those waiting for an update and I keep relying soon but I have now updated (finally)

Sorry its so small but have written myself in a corner and cant seem to get out of it…

Hope you all have a safe and a happy 2007

E.

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Joker was having a great time eluding Batman, he always had fun getting away from him but this time he could feel the hate coming through from Batman and he new that when he caught up with him he was not going to be well enough to lift a pinky let alone make one of his infamous sharp playing cards.

"Joker this isn't making it any easier for you." Batman yelled, Joker had enough brains to know that Batman was trying to keep hold of his temper but was not very successful with it. Any sane person would have accepted their punishment from Batman, but Joker was not a sane person (but his shrinks will never hear him admit it)

Batman found the crowned prince of slime in one of his many hideouts stupidly three streets from where Dick was held hostage. Batman new he had to get his temper in check but when he heard the full extent of what he wanted to do to Dick to get to the secret identities of Batman and Robin he saw red. He new that the people of Gothem would love to know who is behind the mask of Batman and Robin, especially the criminals they put behind bars every day/night but the thought of the 'experiments' that Joker used on Dick was enough to make even him sick.

"Joker, I know you're here…all I want is to ask a few simple questions." And kick your sorry little ass all he got in response was a laugh that echoed in the room.

"Well Batsy I would love to answer the simple questions but frankly you don't have enough money on you to make it worth my time." Joker replied before Batman new it several large boxes landed on top of him, when he got out he lost all signs of the laughing green headed SOB. He spent ages trying to pick up Jokers trail but the crown prince of crime seemed to have just disappeared.

Alfred was for once in his life here at Wayne Manor confused. Not hmm what ingredient can replace this ingredient confused but about to lose all ability to concentrate confused. Dick was out cold half an hour ago, when he answered the telephone but when he got off it Dick was gone, he searched the Manor high and low to find Dick in the one place he would never have thought he would find him…in the attic looking at different boxes labeled Richard Grayson, Dick Grayson, Richey

"Master Grayson?" Alfred asked Dick looked up from one of the boxes with the contents strewn around the floor around him.

"Hey Alfred." Dick replied going back to his task Alfred walked closer to him wondering what was going on.

"you know I never new I had so much stuff up here." Dick replied after a few minutes of silence Alfred was next to him looking at the assortment of items: Awards to toys he out grew or never used.

"You did seem to go from was 'fad' to another but your love of bikes was always constant." Alfred replied Dick looked up at him

"Only because I tried to find what would make Bruce and I have a connection…at the end of every year I can count every compliment he had ever given me that didn't sound forced or fake." Dick replied

"I know that Bruce can seem rather…obtuse but he does care about you and I very much even though he never seems to show it." Alfred replied.

"I know that Al…but look around you everything that belonged to us is up here what he wants down stairs is what is shown…everything else is hidden from view. How he wants me." Dick replied

"No, no he put them up here for safe keeping Master Grayson. He is very proud of you…" Alfred replied but he new he was not convincing. How can you convince someone your not convinced yourself on?

"Proud of me? Then why are the awards I worked hard at getting hidden from view?" Dick asked pointing to a pile of trophies, ribbons and certificates.

"You were nine, just starting out as Robin. If everyone saw that you were above average for fighting then a lot of questions will be raised. Sir Bruce and I thought it was best to hide them until you were older." Alfred replied dusting the 8 year old trophy

"And how old do I have to be before I can show off the awards?" Dick asked

"That is up to Bruce." Alfred replied not liking the answer and not surprised that Dick didn't like it either.

"What good old self absorbed man? He will let me display them when I am old and decrepit like him." Dick replied scornfully thrusting the stuff back in the boxes—in Bruce's handwriting.

"That's not fair and you know it." Alfred replied there was only so much that Alfred could take off Dick and tonight between Dick and Bruce he seemed to have a shorter fuse than he thought was possible. Dick had just finished sealing the tops of the boxes by folding the flaps under each other and stacking them up Alfred new there was something besides the boxes upsetting Dick but he didn't know how to pry…usually it was easy sit him down with a few chocolate biscuits and milk and he will spill the beans but tonight he was almost livid and any mention of help he was on the offensive which wasn't Dick unless he was directly in front of Bruce…hence his confusion. It seemed that the more he spoke to Bruce about Dick the more Bruce would be convinced that Dick was in the wrong. And here Dick is acting like one of the psycho's that Bruce and Dick chase day in and day out. Alfred looked at Dick once more to see that he wasn't acting in his normal way--even when he is angry he new that stance but where???

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I am going to try to update before next year i promise...