Disclaimer: I still do not own Batman or any of the charactors.

"What...what is all of this?"

"Alfred..." I whimpered, "I'm sorry. I...never...never wanted to...hurt anyone...I'm sorry."

"Does Bruce know?" asked the old man.

"No," I looked at my feet. How would I tell Bruce? He was my master, my teacher. He took me in when I was just a little boy-girl. Suddenly, to my surpize and horror, a tear ran down my make-uped face and onto the floor. I looked up at Alfred slowly. His face was blank from anger. Instead he looked understanding and a bit sad for me.

"Master Robin..." he sighed, "What do you propose we do?"

"What?!" I squeeked, "You mean...you're not going to question me? Or force me to leave? What are you going to tell Bruce?"

"Nothing," he paused and walked up to me, "this is a private matter. Do you remember when you came and lived with us."

"Of course, how could I for-"

"Yes," he interrupted, "well, he wanted you to tell me anything you needed to. He wanted to train you, and just train you. He wanted out of your problems and most of your personal life. He told me to treat you like a son and he would treat you like a student. Master Bruce wanted a bit of separation from you."

"Alfred?" I suddenly hugged the older man refusing to let go. "Please don't tell him. I..." I sniffled, "I will tell him eventually." Alfred smiled and grabbed my sholders. He looked into my eyes.

"Of course, Master Robin."

I fell asleep instently, but my night was nothing but peaceful. I dreamed of Bruce and telling him I was a girl. I wasn't sure what happened in the dream but my heart pounded in my ears and I woke up with tears in my eyes.

The morning came softly and sweetly. The sun poured into my room and lit it up with a golden brilliance. I smilled and turned over in my bed. It would be okay. I knew that. I have been pretending to be a boy most of my life. And Alfred was right, Bruce had no reason to question me. I was his student and he constantly made it clear that I was only his student. I lazily opened my eyes. It took a lot of work last night to get the mascara and eyeliner off but I was able to after some agressive scrubbing. My eyes still felt strange from the soap I used. I slowly rubbed them and rolled towards the window. I sat up and gazed outside. It was beautiful and sunny. These were the kind of day I knew Bruce despised.

Walking into the bathroom I washed my face and wrapped my chest. I found some discarted clothing on the floor and put them on. Looking in the mirror I smiled. Last night I felt like a girl...a real girl and now I was a boy...a real boy(almost).

On my way to the kitchen I met Alfred. He smiled at me and winked. He said nothing. I always felt an almost fatherly connection to Alfred. Bruce took me in but he was far to young to be a father figure and he never acted like a father to me. Alfred wiped away my tears and talked to me when I needed to be talked to. I smiled back to him and walked into the kitchen.

I wasn't very hungry so I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. It was saturday so I assumed Bruce probably wasn't here. Friday nights he was normally out all night. It was to my suprise when he wandered out of his room wearing just pajama bottoms. I almost jumped.

"Kid, where were you last night? We were supposed to go out." He poured his own coffee and sat next to me on the couch.

"Go out?" I asked stupidly thinking he meant go out as in a date.

"Yes, I had to go alone." He looked at me over his coffee mug, "don't worry about it, Kid. Not much crime in the streets last night. Though there was this...girl...she beat up this guy who wanted her. I guess not everyone in this city needs my help." I almost smiled as he talked about me.

"Girl?" I couldn't help myself. I wanted to know what The Batman thought of my girl persona.

"Yeah, she was out at one of those clubs. Pretty little thing, I guess but clearly she didn't need any help from me." A smile krept to his face. I was sure my face probably mirrored his.

"Oh," I said sipping my coffee. "Are we training today?" I asked knowing the answer.

"No," he paused, "I am going to be out today." I nodded wondering what I would do to fill my day. "Do you want to come with?"

"What?" I almost spilt my coffee everywhere.

"Sorry, Kid, it was just a question."

"I...yeah! Can I?"

"Sure," Bruce sipped his own coffee slowly. I could feel his blue eyes look me over. I almost shivered. He could be so human and so foriegn at the same time. He could have a very normal conversation with someone while he analyzed them with superhuman focus.

He stood up suddenly and walked back into his room. "Get dressed," he called back at me, "into something nice."

"Okay," I called back. I walked back into my room feeling as if I needed to scream. Did he notice anything? He was looking at me for so long. I walked to my closet. I pushed my girly clothing further into the closet. I took out a nice blazer and a purply shirt to go under it. I looked in the mirror and sighed. My face was beginning to look more like a woman's everyday. "Soon I won't need make-up," I said to myself and closed my eyes. I heard the sound of Bruce walking outside my door.

(AN: please R&R I know this chapter was kinda long :p sorry)