Tim's POV…

He had just had the most interesting interview of his life with the prettiest girl. He slowly walked into Bruce's office and sat down. The quiet man glanced up at him. "Did you know that a young journalist had broken into one of your file rooms?" he asked suddenly. Bruce looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Juliet Matthews?" he asked. Tim nodded his head, surprised that someone had managed to pull something like that from under Wayne's nose.

"Yeah, and she grilled me about how we met and how long we've known each other…she was especially curious about our relationship," he said, still shocked himself. Bruce nodded his head slowly, thinking it over a bit.

"She was just in here doing an interview….sounds like she's pretty curious…I was already notified by Dick that she had questioned him too."

"Are you worried?" Tim asked, smirking slightly. Bruce shook his head and got back to his paperwork.

"No, it's doubtful that she found anything useful in that file room before the guard found her. And I highly doubt she'll be able to make the connections between us and Batman.."

Your POV…

You took the train home, re-reading the interviews and analyzing the picture you had taken of the files. Looking closer now you could see that the files you had found were actually blueprints to a sort of electronic based weapons. But you couldn't remember if Wayne had listed weapons as one of the branches of his company. Thinking to yourself, you arrived back at your apartment in time to see your roommate, Janette, holding up a dress for you. You stopped in your tracks and stared at it. "Ta-da!" she sang loudly. You raised an eyebrow and shut the apartment door behind you.

"What's up?" you asked, slowly walking in.

"We're going out!" she exclaimed, pulling you in further.

"What? But I've got studying to do…and I have to do some more research for this article…," you whined, excuses flying from your mouth. She merely pushed you into your room and shook her head.

"Absolutely not! Juliet, it's been so long since we did anything fun. Even journalists need to take a break." And with that said, she helped you strip down and pull on a pink ruffly dress that went down to mid-thigh, and big pink spike heels. It was very form fitting and it made you suck in your stomach…a lot. You looked in the mirror and kind of felt like a slut. "Uh…Janette…this isn't really me…," you said slowly. She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I know. This dress actually makes you look like you've got boobs," she retorted. She pulled you into the bathroom and went to town on your make-up and hair. Your hair fell down to the middle of your back in large, dark waves. You looked in the mirror and had to do a double-take. Janette was so good with the make-over stuff. She smiled at your shock and then got ready herself. By the time 7pm rolled around you were on the train headed for downtown Gotham. This time of the week Gotham was pretty much pumping with activity. Night clubs throbbed with the beat of the music, and every bar hosted at least one bouncer. Because Janette knew practically everyone in Gotham, she easily snaked you into a club. There you drank margarettias and danced to loud music. A few guys hit on you, but they were all drunk meatheads that kind of pissed you off. By the time midnight rolled around you were ready to go home.

Sneaking your way through the crowd, you found Janette at the epicenter of the dance floor. Three guys were one each side and she was swigging down another taquilla shot. "Hey! HEY I THINK I WANT TO GO HOME!" you roared in her direction. She squinted at you in a funny manner.

"WHAT? WHY?! WE'RE HAVING SO MUCH FUN!" she yelled back .You rolled your eyes. No, she was having fun. You were standing there looking like an idiot. You just sighed.

"I THINK I'M GONNA GO HOME. YOU CAN STAY HERE IF YOU WANT!" you yelled. She put a thumbs up to show that she was okay with that plan, so you scooted your butt out of the club and into the night. Gotham was still alive during the midnight hours. Nobody slept here, the city was as busy as every but you didn't mind. You kind of liked the lights and noises of the city. You walked down the sidewalk towards the train station, enjoying the fresh night air. Suddenly, fast footsteps behind you caught your attention. You glanced behind you to see two men with dark clothes walking in step with you. Feeling a thread of fear clog your mind, you picked up the pace and held on tight to your purse, feeling the weight of the mace. Their footsteps picked up to, and suddenly you found yourself running in 3 inch high heels.

"Where're you going pretty girl?" one of the called out.

"Yeah, we're not gonna hurt you…we just want to talk…," the other shouted, his voice as smooth as molasses. They picked up speed, and another man stepped out of the shadows in front of you. You stopped in your tracks, desperately looking to the right and left. But you were in a dark part of the street, the music of the clubs was way behind you now, only a throbbing sound in the distance. The men crowded around you, their foul odor and breath clogging your sinuses. You clutched the bag, feeling dread down in the pit of your stomach.

"Leave me alone," you whispered harshly. They all cackled evilly. They got closer and closer. One was behind you, his breathe hot on your neck. He put a gross hand on your shoulder, while one put a hand on your waist.

"Don't worry, babe, we'll make sure you get home nice and safely…," he whispered menacingly. Your teeth clenched and a blind rage seeped into your stomach. The can of pepper spray was gripped in your hand.

"Don't touch me," you whispered back. And before they could make another move, you swung your elbow back into the man's face, causing him to fall to the ground swearing and cussing. You then pulled out the pepper spray and unleashed a douse right at the remaining two. You then took this chaotic opportunity to kick the one on the right smack in the face, causing him to black out and crumple to the ground. By now the one behind you had gotten back up, and you turned to face him. Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you ducked under his right hook and punched him in the crook of his shoulder. There was a POP noise and he fell to the ground, his shoulder now out of place. A hand grabbed your shoulder from behind, and you took your right hand and wrench it off, twisting in place and swinging around. However, the man pulled out of your grasp and gripped your right arm hard. You then took your left and made a punch to his face, however, he blocked it and secured that arm as well.

You had thought you were being attacked by the rapist, but instead you were being held by a boy wearing a black cape and red outfit. You attempted to jerk your arms out of his grasp, however, he had an extremely tight (but protective) grip on them. Your eyes probably bugged out with fear, and your hair was splayed across your face. "Let me go," you hissed, ripping your arms out of his grip. He put his hands up in surrender, but he stayed close and protective. You looked around, attempting to steady your heart. The three goons that had attacked you were lying on the floor unconscious. However, one stirred a little and groaned. He was gaining his mind back again. You looked back at the caped man. He was a little taller than you, his eyes were hidden, but you could see that he was very muscular. Plus it looked like his belt was filled to the brim with weapons and gadgets.

"I think they're coming to," you stuttered frighteningly. He nodded his head and suddenly gripped you around your middle. Without warning, he pulled out a gun-type thing and shot it towards the roofs overhead. A rope shot from the end, and suddenly you pulled off the ground and were flying through the air. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held on for dear life. You were pulled forward, and the caped man landed on the building and caught you before you fell off.

You stood there on the edge, still holding on to him for dear life. Looking down, those men looked like ants against the pavement, they were all beginning to stand back up and high-tail it out of there. A soft wind blew your face from your hair, and the lights from the clubs lit up the sky. "I think you're safe now." The mask man was looking at you, his arms still holding you tight. You suddenly felt yourself blush and you let go of him, standing on your own two feet. You took this opportunity to look directly at him. He stared back at you from under his hood, you could feel him analyzing your every feature…and for some reason this made you nervous. You shuffled your feet and pulled at you hair. Even though you were more nervous than anything right now, you were still extremely curious. Every curious bone in your body was tingling.

"So…are you one of those…superheroes?" you asked with a raised eyebrow. He cleared his throat and nodded his head.

"It's Robin," he said. You felt your mouth drop a little before you cleared your throat and attempted to hide your embarrassement. Of course! This was Batman's legendary sidekick Robin! You mentally smacked yourself in the head. Robin smiled knowingly, seeing the look on your face.

"I think you're safe from the goons now…," he started. You smiled, feeling the heat rush to your face.

"What's your name?" he asked, his voice deep and mysterious. You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Juliet," you answered. He smiled and took a slight step closer. You carefully watched him, feeling even more nervous. You smiled, the heat rushing to your cheeks.

"Well…you've probably got other people to save from rapists," you said slowly. He chuckled deeply and backed up a few steps.

"Alright Miss Juliet…be careful when you walk home. And keep that pepper spray out," he said. He smiled and nodded his head. Suddenly, he shot his gun/grappling hook thing and swung up to the roof above. You watched him as he gave a short wave and then disappeared into the night. You breathed in and out deeply trying to collect your thoughts. The moon shone brightly down on the city, and you looked up at the stars. Sighing, you slowly crawled down the ladder leading back to the street and hurried home with your pepper spray.