Of course, things never go as I plan. I pulled for half an hour on to anything that seemed to poke out from the wall, but it was no good. My hands had become sore and I was getting frustrated. There's nothing like being stuck in a room for only God knows how long. I just wanted to see some sunlight. Just hear the sound of car horns honking and sirens going off every few minutes. I never thought I'd miss the sound of Gotham City.
I thought I heard someone coming, so I quickly jumped back into bed, reeling my IV stand with me. It was the kid, Robin. He stomped in from the other side of the room and started unhooking my plugs.
"What's the matter?" I asked. He kept mumbling under his breath. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," he said shortly. He started pulling out the needles in my arm.
"What's going on?"
"I'm letting you go," he replied.
"Are you serious?" I said anxiously. "I can leave."
"I'm going to take you to rehabilitate you, myself."
"So the Batman said I could go?" I asked, beginning to follow him. This was the same wall he had come from and we were going that way out. He pulled a rock like Alfred had, but I don't know how he did it.
"Not exactly," Robin replied as we began walking down a very long tunnel, lit dimly with small lights built into the rock walls.
"He doesn't know? You're doing this without the Bat's permission?"
"Yes, I am. Just because he's Batman doesn't mean he can boss me around. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Listen, ki- Robin. He's a little bit older than you and little bit bigger than me. If you let me go without his permission, he might try and find me and bring me back. So are you sure it's okay to do this. I'm not coming back here. I have things to do."
"He's given me access to this place and I'm using it. There's nothing wrong about that. Nothing he can reprimand me for."
"Alright, then." I said. I had found my way out. I guess this is what I wanted so I decided not to try and turn the kid around. At the end of the tunnel was a steel wall with a key pad. Robin pressed a few buttons and it slid open, revealing…another tunnel just like the one before it.
"He likes hall ways, huh?" We kept walking and behind the next steel door a huge room with a massive computer and…the car, the batmobile. "This is…this is it, huh? This is where he works."
"Get in the batmobile," he said, pulling a clicker from his utility belt. He pressed a button and the top of the sleek car slid back, revealing a very futuristic design inside. Nothing except buttons and knobs all over the place, little computer monitors. I got into the passenger seat and the kid jumped in next to me. The top slid back down and the car rushed forward, faster than a bullet it felt like. My body ached when I hit the seat.
"You're not even old enough to drive, are you?" I asked with some fear showing through my voice.
"Please," he said. "I don't think there's a license out there to drive one of these."
"You have a point there, I guess. Wait! You're like fourteen! You can't drive anything!"
"Sorry," Robin said.
"You should be!" I looked over and he sprayed some kind of fog in my face. My eyelids felt like they weighed a hundred pounds each and I passed out just a few seconds later.
When I woke up I was in my apartment. It startled me and I jumped up from my couch and fell to my knees, grabbing the small coffee table for support.
"Slow down," Robin spoke. "I had to spray you with…knock out gas, basically."
"What for?" I asked, trying to get back to my feet.
"I couldn't risk the security of the Bat cave."
"Bat cave? He's a maniac," I grumbled.
"I've removed all the illegal drugs from the premises. I'll leave you here tonight, but I'm coming back, so nothing sketchy, alright?"
"Why are you doing this? Letting me go without his permission? Are you rebelling or are you just trusting me?"
"Both. I do trust you, though. I don't want to regret that."
"Why would ever trust a guy like me, Robin?"
"I can see that there's some good in you. You lost your way, took the wrong road. It happens to the best of us."
"I'm sorry, kid, but saying there's some good is me is like saying the Batman is…Bruce Wayne, or something. It isn't possible in any universe."
"I'll agree that a twit like Wayne could never be the jerk I know," he said. "But as for you, I think that you've been lost for so long you can't see what good is left in you. Even if it's just a little bit."
"I don't think it's true, kid." He then leaped on my and held to the floor by my neck and had what the people down in this part of Gotham call, a bat-a-rang. He held it up in his fist as if he were to punch me in the face with it.
"I know that you can do better," he growled. "So don't make me look like any idiot to the Bat and do something different! Show him you're different! So help me, God…" he said pulling my head back and up throwing it down to the floor again, "…if you make look like an idiot I'll-"
"I'm not afraid of death, kid. You can't threaten my life." His gripped loosened. "But for you, I'll try a little harder to stay out of trouble, if that's what you're asking me to do. It seems you're trying to prove something to Batman and to yourself, as well. Also, I think you have some issues to work out with him. So why don't you go, and I'll stay out of trouble until you get back tomorrow night. Sound fair?"
He let me up and walked to my front door. He acted as if he was going to say something to me, but just continued his way out. I felt free in a sense and trapped in another. On the bright side, I could put on some regular clothes and sleep in my own bed.
