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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own batman or any of the charactors
"Oh my! This has gotten so much more interesting!" She laughed crazily and grinned to Bruce. "Poor, poor, Mr. Wayne." She walked over to him and wrapped her arms lazily around his neck. "It seems the boy-wonder has a little secret," she said with a beautiful smile I soon grew to hate.
"What is she talking about?" Bruce asked again. And again I blushed.
"Bruce...I...I'm sorry..." I looked down feeling more heat rise in my cheeks.
"What do you mean? What are you sorry for?" He paused and grabbed my shoulders. "She's just getting in your mind!"
"No!" I yelled, "she's right. I'm a girl." I just said it. I sunk to the ground and cried. I promised myself long ago I would never do that. I also promised myself that my only true friend, my master, would never find out. He took a few steps back from me. Suddenly the memories of meeting The Batman all came back.
My mother, father and brother lied around me. Their bodied were brooken and bloodied. The dry dirt was turning to thick mud from the rain and blood. A man was standing before me. Half of a man, half of something I had never seen. I cried out in sorrow and feat. I was almost 15 (in 3 days I would be) and I had never been so afraid. The 2-faced man came up to me and grabbed a hold of my hair and pulled me to my feet. I screamed hopelessly into the darkness for help. The man laughed heartedly. I begged for my life, I begged for someone to come and help me. I wanted nothing more then someone to save me. And someone did. Out of the darkness a hero came and saved me from my family's killer.
It was a few days after Bruce saved me from Two-face and he let me have a room to myself. It was strange being in this house with this strange boy. He was only about 20 yet he had an entire house to himself and a wonderful butler named Alfred. I heard from Alfred that Bruce had only recently returned from years of training in a distant place. In fact Alfred told me all about my new friend and savior. He was a billionaire, a vigilante and an orphan. The orphan part I liked the best. He was like me! I thought.
On my 15th birthday Alfred made me a cake and Bruce told me that if I wanted to avenge my family's death, he would train me. That was the best present anyone could have ever gotten me.
I looked up at Bruce, "I'm sorry, I...can...explain..." I paused, "I just wanted..." I faded out. What could I say to him. For almost seven years I have been betraying him. I heard Poison Ivy laugh but I ignored her. I stood up. Suddenly the power came to me. I'm not sure where it came from but it overwelmed my body instently. Every muscle in my body tightened. I looked at Poison Ivy, she glared in return. I took off my blazer and jumped at the plant-woman. It took only seconds for our fight to become a giant battle. I knew I bested her on the force of my blows but she was slipery and hard to see clearly. I was luckily able to get a few good punches to her face but she sliced my back with something I couldn't see.
I had never fought anyone like Poison Ivy. She was a good fighter but I had been trained by the dark knight himself. With every punch, kick or throw we both grew weaker. I tried to save energy for later but it was hard. Poison Ivy drove me hard. I was bleeding, sweaty and dirty but in a way it felt good. All my anger, fear and pain came out in my fighting. I was able catch a glance at Bruce. I felt so horrible for what I did for him but if I could prove myself...just maybe.
I kick came out of nowhere and threw me to the ground. Poison Ivy stood over me.
"I'm sorry my dear," she smiled, "what pain I have caused you. I can see it in your eyes. So much pain...and guilt." She looked at Bruce and smiled again. She walked toward him, leaving me on the ground. It took effort to stand up but eventually I did. Poison Ivy was too focused on attempting to seduce Bruce to see me. I snuck up behind her and hit her hard. She fell to the ground. I knew I didn't kill her but I paused our fight. Now I was face to face with my teacher.
"Bruce...I didn't mean to hurt you...I wanted revenge..." I hoped he understood.
"Robin. Why would you dress like someone else? Create a new identity? A new you...just to avenge your family's death?" His eyes were hard and deep. I could not read him at all.
"Yes, but I thought it would be easier to be someone else...I didn't even know how to be myself..."
"Robin, I never said that what you did was wrong...I did the same thing." The last statement he said stunned me. It was true. His parents were killed. He trained for many years and assumed a new identity to go after the one's responsible for their death. Why had I not thought of this sooner? Why had I not just explained what I did? "You were afraid," he answered my thought. I hated when he did that.
"I'm sorry," my voice was so quiet I was sure even his bat-ears couldn't hear me. I leaned forward and embraced him. I knew he hated people hugging him but I needed to feel someone against me. I felt him slowly put his arms around me. It was awkward for him but comforting for me. I smiled. "Bruce, I should have told you, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Kid," he said. Something happened that I couldn't explained. "Kid, let's go home. I'll finnish the deal with Poison Ivy later."
We got in his car together and drove off. I said nothing and just watched the scenery change out my window. I could feel Bruce looking over at me but I didn't want to look at him.
"Does Alfred know?" his deep voice caught me by surprise.
"Yeah," I said, "He caught me once...one night I dicided to go out as a girl. I don't even know what came over me...but when I came back, Alfred caught me in make-up."
"You've worn make-up?" his head snapped my way.
"Well, yeah...I am a girl...I wanted to make sure other people knew that..." I paused and looked at my hands, "It was weird...I didn't really like it." It was strangely quietly for a few minutes. "So what is going to happen now?"
(Kind of a weird ending, I know, I wasnt sure how to end it)
