(AN: Sooooo thanks everyone for reading this far! So the next Chapter will be a little different :p Please R&R!)

Disclaimer: I hope by this point everyone understands I do not own Batman or any of the charactors. lol

I had no idea how long I was beating the bag but it was a long time. Finally, I callapsed onto the ground. The leather I wrapped around my hands was completely gone and my hands were bloody. I wiped sweat from my eyes and smiled. I was panting like a dog but it felt amazing.

"It's easy to win when your oponient doesn't fight back." Bruce said from behind me. I stood up and turned to face him.

"I thought you left," I said. He was looking my small stature and smiling.

"I didn't."

"Do you want to train with me?" I asked and he smiled. He dropped his blazer onto the gym floor and unbuttoned his shirt. He discarted it next. Now he was in a tank top like me. His muscles were much more impressive then mine but I knew my advantage: speed.

The fight seemed like it was in fast-forward. Every movement he made was powered with so much more force then myself. When he first started to train me, he went somewhat easy on me. But now he held nothing back. The full force of batman was fighting against me. It seemed as though I could never win this. I was already tired from beating the dummy but Bruce would never take that as an excuse. As the fight continued my stamina had decreased quite a bit. My knuckles, already bloody, were beginning to hurt. Suddenly he kicked up and threw me back. I landed on my back. It hurt but more than anything it angered me. I jumped up and drove my fist into Batman's gut. The impact took him by surprize. My fist hurt but he almost lost his balance. I took advantage of this and hit him again. Now it was his turn to fall back. As soon as he hit the ground he jumped back up and kicked me more powerfully than before. I flew almost entirely across the room. I got up painfully. The great Batman stood infront of me ready to continue the fight.

"What is that?" he pointed to the wrap that was now on the ground. The tape must have gotten to wet to hold on. Now I felt as though I was going to die. Bruce's expression didn't help.

"Umm, that thief...he kinda cut me last night...I'm fine though." I said trying to be as convincing as I could be.

"Alright, Robin," he obviously didn't believe me but he didn't seem to be in the mood to question me. "You did better this time, but practice, if just a theif was able to hurt you, clearly you need to practice more." I nodded thankful that he didn't question my answer any further. Though I wished he could be more happy with my attempt to fight him. "Do you have a girl friend or anything?"

"What?!" I was taken aback.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Umm, no, I...I am not really into dating."

He raised an eyebrow, "Robin, how old are you?"

"I guess I'm 16," I lied. I assumed I looked closest to a 16 year old boy.

"And you're not 'into dating'?" he asked. "Don't you like women? You're strong, quiet, kind...girls are into that."

"Ahh, well, I like having friends but I would not interested in girls who just want to...you know, get in my bed," I said hoping I didn't sound to weak.

"You don't want those girls?"

"No," I gulped, "I'm gonna go shower." I said quickly and ran out of the gym. I ran into my quarters and slammed the door behind me. Out of no where I bursted into tears. I never cried. What was wrong with me? That had been so close back there but he didn't find out. Maybe he thinks I'm gay?

I sat on the floor for almost thirty minutes pondering what to do. Bruce would be almost certainly out of the house tonight. What if I tried it? What if I actually tried being a girl? It was easy to sneak out of the manor. I would like to do what the other girls did. I smiled to myself as an idea found its way into my head. Tonight, while Bruce was out with some girls, I would go out and get cloths and makeup...and maybe a wig. If I could hid my secret life from Bruce, I might have a chance of being a girl for once in my life.