Hi guys! *Dodges sharp weapons* I know! I know it's been forever! And I'm really sorry about that! Life is life, school is school, and writers' block is writers' block, but I finally managed to get a decent sized portion written for a preview of the next chapter! I know it's been forever since that A/N, and I'm really sorry. I've had some messed up stuff going on with my computer, and I recently dropped my brand new phone in hot chocolate (don't ask) but everything's alright now! Anyways, to sort of make up for not updating in so long, here's a preview of the next chapter!


Gotham City, Connecticut
December 12th, 18:29 EDT
2006

It was an unusually warm December night. Not to mention for Gotham. People were actually cheerful and birds were singing songs. (Metaphorically)

There was a young boy walking around on the streets. His size would suggest six or seven years, when in reality he was nine. He was wearing a red hoodie that covered his raven black unwashed hair, blue skinny jeans, and old sneakers. Black sunglasses obscured his dull, muddy brown eyes, and he walked around with a grin on his young face.

People greeted him, and he responded with a cheerful wave or a dazzling grin. If people knew who he really was though, they would run. For this kid, this boy was a runaway, a street kid, one of the most agile, nimble and evasive in the city, perhaps even the best. He used to be known as someone else, the happy-go-lucky circus boy everybody loved, but that person died when his family did, and now? Now there was only Robin.

Robin, the boy that could stop your heart with his bone-chilling laugh, the boy with the daredevil personality and stunts and witty comebacks. The boy that never got caught, the boy that didn't exist.

Yes, He didn't exist. If you took his fingerprint, and scanned it, nothing would show up. If you somehow managed to come by a DNA sample, nada. Birth certificate? It lay in ashes. So you see, he really didn't exist.

Robin glanced around him and when he was sure nobody was looking, he ducked into an alleyway and headed for the worse parts of Gotham.
As the nine year old trudged through the dirty alleyways he thought about visiting his friend on the streets, his only friend. Well, maybe acquaintance or slightly-more-trusted-than-others-person fit her better, but for now he would just consider her as a friend.

He had met her a few months ago, when he had gotten attacked by a couple guys for mocking them. He knew he shouldn't have, but he had been having a bad-…well, worse day, and they were just aggravating him.


Blood dripped from numerous wounds as he collapsed in front of an apartment-like building. The last thing he did before slipping into unconsciousness was ring the doorbell. And then everything was black. When he woke up, he was in a white room, terribly bright in comparison to his view five seconds ago. Like, white white room.

That's when the door opened. A middle-aged woman came in, gray-white hair pulled up in a hurried bun; her glasses sliding down her nose, wrinkles on her forehead creased as she studied the clipboard in front of her.

"Oh good, you're up." She said, not even looking up from her clipboard. She walked over to the monitors, wrote something on her clipboard and started speaking in an authoritive tone. "You were bruised quite badly young man; it looked as if someone had taken a crowbar to play with you as a piñata. Not to mention you had numerous cuts, scrapes and scars all over your body. I swear sometimes, children just fight to make me fret."

She looked at him intently, and he swore her steel-blue gaze could make even the most strong-willed of men waver. "Well, do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Robin cleared his throat and coughed a few times before speaking huskily.

"May I please have a glass of water?"

And she smiled.


Robin shook his head and let that memory float away, deciding not to visit the doctor today. He had to be getting to shelter, it was getting dark, and no matter how warm it was at that moment, it would be freezing soon enough. Gotham was Gotham, after all.

He climbed a couple of fire escape ladders and jumped a few roofs before finding an old, worn down factory. It had once been a spectacular toy factory, and the toys it produced were a hit. Every kid everywhere loved them. But, there had been a problem with the inventor. Turned out he was in cahoots with the Joker, and all the toys were rigged to set off laughing gas. Luckily, the arising hero, Batman, had stopped this, and Gotham's children were safe. But now, everybody thought the factory was bad luck, and after everybody left, and the building started wearing down, the stories became haunted ghost tales. Nowadays though, this was Robin's domain, and Robin's alone. He wasn't fooled by those old fibs. In fact, he loved the story. It gave the old place some history, character.

He sighed and started walking around the factory. He absentmindedly wished something exciting would happen around his home more often.

Suddenly, there was a crash.

Spoke too soon.


Well, I really hoped you guys liked this preview! As always, review, feel free to stab me, please check out my poll on my profile, and have an awesome February :) (Again, sorry it took me, like, five months X( )

Oh! And you guys should TOTALLY check out You Found Me by redlacedrobin :) Red wrote it based on a comic I made on DA, and it's AWESOME. Just a suggestion :)

Laterz~ Kitty