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It had been a month since the whole incident with the mysterious girl that had held Robin prisoner. And still Robin found himself thinking about her. Asking the same questions again and again; who was she, why did she help The Joker, how could he find her? That last question was far more prominent than the others. He really wanted to find this girl; in fact he'd already tried many times. Only to come up empty handed. It was like the girl had never existed and the only proof of her was the rope she had left behind.

That black soft rope. Batman had taken it from him after Robin had explained what had happened that night. Batman had then tested the rope till there was nothing left to find. In truth, there was nothing to find. The rope had been hand made of silk, with a unique weave. The smell of vanilla was simply that vanilla, actual vanilla. The rope was soaked in it, but all this still didn't give Robin any leads as to where he might find the girl. But he did manage to sneak a piece of the rope away from Batman. Robin didn't know why he felt he needed it, but something inside of him felt he should keep it.

In truth Robin had started carrying the dame rope with him everywhere. Perhaps somewhere inside of him he thought it might help him find the girl.

By the end of the month Robin was about to give up on the girl when him and Batman got a call from Gordon saying the police had found something that perhaps was better suited for them.

Upon their arrival at the scene everything looked normal. Someone had broken into the jewelry store stolen a bunch of things then left. Robin couldn't see anything that might be out of place or unique.

"Batman, thank goodness you're here." Gordon said.

Robin noticed once again that Gordon only ever spoke to Batman and never him.

"What's so unique here, Gordon. Everything looks like a theft." Batman stated.

Gordon shook his head, "That's what I thought till we found what's in the back." He points to the storage room.

Robin follows Batman and Gordon in. At first Robin thought he was seeing things. Right in the center of the room was a mannequin tied up in a chair with black silk rope. But it wasn't just a mannequin; this one was dressed like Robin, if he wasn't wearing his cape, gloves and boots. Staring at the display Robin felt a small feeling a glee. The mystery girl had finally shown herself again!

Robin stepped up to Gordon wanting to make sure he had his full attention, "Is everything the same as when you came in?"

Gordon looked to Robin then Batman, as if asking Batman weather or not he should answer Robin's question. Batman simply nodded to the commissioner.

"We haven't touched it in anyway. It should be the same as when it was found."

Robin smiled, "Great!"

"What?..."

Robin heads over to the mannequin before Gordon gets the chance to ask him anything. Following what Batman has been drilling into his head for years now, he examines every last inch of the mannequin.

It's defiantly the same rope that I was tied up in. The outfit a pretty good copy too; made from simple cotton fabrics, meaning it's just for show. There's not much to say about the chair, most likely it's one that was here before. The mannequin is factory made and mass produced, meaning there's little I can get from that. Hmmm… what's that?

Robin notices something white tucked into the rope holding the mannequin. Taking it out he exmains it closely.

A letter?

Robin opens the letter and reads,

Dearest Robin,

Hope this isn't to straight forward.

I just had this silly feeling you might want to see me. Perhaps that has more to do with all those silly rumors I've heard. Who knows?

Anyways, I'd like to invite you to play a little game with me.

If you're feeling up to it, come to the place where we met.

"Robin?"

"Hm?" Too engrossed in the girl's letter Robin doesn't notice Batman standing right behind him

"Robin!"

Startled Robin jumps, "Sorry, Batman."

"What have you found?" Batman's stern voice tells Robin he'd better tell him everything.

"Well, there's not much we can get off of the display. It's simply meant to get my attention and th-"

"Your attention?" Gordon's voice comes as a surprise to Robin he didn't realize the commissioner was paying any attention.

Making sure to look at both Batman and the commissioner he continued, "Uh, yah. There's just this letter inviting me back to…. Well you know Batman." He looks to Batman hoping he'll help him out before Gordon starts asking questions Robin would rather not answer.

Batman doesn't help in fact he just seems to stare off into space.

Looking between Robin and Batman, Gordon grows impatient with the silence, "Alright, you two. What's going on?"

Batman finally speaks, "I'm sorry commissioner, but I'm going to have to ask that you leave this to us."

Gordon stammers, "But…..but…"

"Again Gordon, I'm sorry. This is something Robin and I need to take care of. Come on Robin."

Robin follows Batman out; they get into the Batmobile and head straight to the Batcave. The whole way back Robin reads the letter again and again. Somewhere deep inside himself he can't help feeling a little glee that the girl wrote this letter just for him. That she could be waiting for him back at the warehouse. Thinking on it he finds he can't wait to see her.

Once in the Batcave Batman snatches the letter from Robin and takes it to the computer to be examined.

Heading over to join Batman, Robin says simply, "Um, you think I could have that back when you're done?"

"No."

Robin sighs, "Are you certain?"

It's now Batman's turn to sigh, "Robin this is serious. You can't get to involed."

"Why not!?" a twinge of anger graces Robin voice.

"Robin, please just let this go, I'm begging you." Robin can hear concern in Batman's voice.

This is going to be the same as before. Just like back when I was looking for her on my own. I can still remember him banning me from ever looking for her again. He was so mad. I only wish he'd tell me why. What could he have against the girl he's never even met. It's not like she actually hurt me in any way. He's going to be in huff, I just know it.

"So, that's it then. Just like before, you're cutting me out."

Batman turns to face Robin, "Yes, Robin, you're out. I'm doing this for your own good."

Robin storms out of the cave and heads upstairs, "Yah, right."

Up in Robin's room, he pulls out the piece of rope. Bringing it to his nose he inhales the fading scent of vanilla. And the thoughts come flowing back to him.

Her soft voice, dark hair, cold eyes, and her perfectly round ass. The feel of the whip hitting his shoulders. But mostly he remembers the feel of the tight rope restraining him.

As always his thoughts trail away from reality, and into fantasy. Robin imagines what could have happened that night, how if he had done exactly what she had wanted she might have kissed him more. Or touched him….

Realizing that his lower half is now in need of attention, he sets to work relieving it.

A knock at his door interrupts,

"Master Drake, will you be needing anything before bed." Alfred's voice which is normally a comfort, seems more of a burden tonight.

Irritated Robin shouts, "I'm fine, Al."

"Alright then, Master Drake. Good night." Alfred says threw the door.

Robin listens to Alfred's fading footsteps, and waits a few minutes after to ensure he's not coming back. Satisfied that he's now officially alone, he quickly brings himself to climax.

I need to find her. With or without Batman's blessing.