Robin's POV…

He crouched down on the rooftop right next down to Batman. The Dark Knight gazed out over the city, his presence an ever-silent mentor. Robin took stock of his own breathing. He had just had an incredible coincidence involving Juliet Matthews. He had seen her walking down the street wearing that beautiful dress, when three guys jumped her in the dark. Being the hero that he was, Robin swung down and was about to make his first knockout, when Juliet pulled out the pepper spray and began attacking them herself. He sat in the dark corner, surprised at how accurate she hit them. She was full of verocity, and when she was finished he sneaked up behind her and grabbed her arms before she hurt herself.

Her beautiful green eyes had been wide with fear, and her curled dark hair was flung across her shoulders wildly. He held on to her arms in an attempt to calm her down. He was surprised at how strong she was. She finally calmed down, and he did the heroic thing and pulled her away from the disgusting men. Robin had gazed at her with interest. Her dress was….wow…he caught himself staring. Before he tried to make a move, he removed himself from her vicinity.

So now he sat on the edge of a building, waiting for his next instructions from his mentor. Batman glanced at him silently. "What happened?" he asked, he was masking his voice by making it deeper. Robin knew that Batman knew what had transpired, but he humored the man anyway.

"That journalist-in-training, Juliet Matthews, must have been out tonight because she was just jumped by three thugs. I just grappled down to help her," he said pulling on his hood. Batman crouched there on the corner of the building and didn't say anything. His contemplative silence worried Robin a little. Finally, he spoke.

"You have to be careful, Robin," he said slowly. "She's a journalist." Robin waved off this cryptic message and continued looking at the area. He didn't really feel like listening to his mentor's advice in this area. Bruce Wayne AND Batman were known for their womanizing…he had no right to comment on his. So, he listened to the sirens of police in the distance, and followed his mentor straight off the building roof and into Gotham.

Your POV…The Next Day…

You woke up to a blaze of light streaming in your face. A throbbing headache was beginning to start at the crown of your head, and your arms were slightly sore. You groaned and pushed your mat of hair out of your eyes. With a large amount of effort, you slowly got up and rubbed your eyes. The sun felt like your enemy today. So, leaving the lights on, you practically crawled over to your wardrobe and put a pair of black leggings and a large purple and pink sweatshirt that showed off your right shoulder. You pushed your feet into some boots and dragged yourself over to the bathroom for a few touch-ups. You brushed your hair out and You stretched a little, attempting to get out some of those kinks. You then took a few Advil from the counter and took a swig of a day-old Diet Coke. You then walked out to the livingroom and found Janette lying on the couch upside with her mouth wide open and her hair matted to the couch. You smiled to yourself, poured a cup of orange juice, and left a note for Janette telling her that you were going to work. You quickly walked down the sidewalk and hopped on the train.

As you rode the train, your mind couldn't help but wander to the caped boy who had saved you from the thugs last night. Robin; the sidekick of Batman. How many girls dreamed of being rescued by his muscular strong arms? You shook your head, ridding it of those impure thoughts. No. What you needed to do now was focus on your Wayne story. You had three interviews, now all you needed to do was write up the story. You sighed to yourself and put your head on the foggy window. This was going to be a long day.

You got to the office and sat down at your extremely small desk in the corner. You typed out the interviews and then began piecing them together piece by piece. Every once in a while you would go to the bathroom or get a drink of water. Three hours later, you leaned back in your chair and pushed your hair back. The story was done, and you were feeling spent. You rubbed your eyes and looked up to see a Tim Drake standing over you. You blinked twice, trying to refocus.

Tim Drake was wearing dark jeans with a few holes in them and a simple grey t-shirt with a black jacket. He was looking at you with a smirk on his face, and his eyes sparkling with curiousity. You raised an eyebrow. "Hey Tim, what's going on?" you asked. He shrugged his shoulders and folded his arms across his chest.

"I thought that maybe you'd want to grab some lunch…I can tell you more about Bruce…," he suggested. You thought this over and shrugged your shoulders. Standing up, you grabbed your bag and followed Tim down the stairs and into the daylight. You walked in silence, appreciating this time alone with the boy your age. You glanced at him, looking at his lean muscles and dark hair. He saw you staring and turned to you with a smirk on his face. You looked back down at your feet and pushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear. Tim lead you to a small café where he ordered a black coffee and scone, and you ordered a large latte with whipped cream. You sat down at a table and pulled out your notebook. You took a big swig of your coffee and then looked at Tim. He was staring at you with slight amusement. You felt yourself blush and you immediately put down your coffee.

"Wow…you must be pretty tired…," he said with a smirk. You chuckled from embarrassment and shrugged your shoulders.

"Yeah, my roommate and I went out last night to a few clubs…," you said, trailing off. Tim nodded his head slowly, gazing at you carefully. You shifted in your seat, feeling a little uncomfortable. There was no reason to alarm Tim about what happened with Batman. But you still felt the need to ask him about what he knew. You took another sip of coffee and looked at him with seriousness.

"Have you ever heard of Batman's sidekick Robin?" you asked, just out of curiousity. You watched him, and for some reason you thought you saw him go rigid. His smile became hard like plastic, and his eyes kind of glazed over for a moment. For some reason these things really stuck out to you.

"Yeah…I guess I've heard of him…," he said slowly. His gaze held you together and analyzed you. "Why? Do YOU know him?" You shook your head and took another swig of coffee.

"Kind of…well…truthfully, when I was walking down the sidewalk I was jumped by three thugs. This guy in a cape jumped down and helped me out of the corner. He told me he was called 'Robin'," you said, thinking hard about it. Your curious bone REALLY wanted to figure out who this 'Robin' was…and Batman…who was this guy? Who would take the time and money to dress up like a bat every night and help damsels in distress. You were staring at the table thinking about this when you realized that Tim was waiting for you to say something. Clearing your throat, you chugged another swig of coffee and addressed the boy in front of you. His eyes analyzed your movements carefully.

"Sorry…I'm just…kind of out of it today…tired…," you stuttered. You took another swig of coffee. Tim smiled and nodded his head in agreement. There was a pause of silence in which you brooded on the thought of Batman. Tim interrupted your thoughts.

"So, how's the Wayne story going? Need any more information?" he asked. You shook your head.

"Nah, I've actually already written the story this afternoon. It just needs to go through the Editor now," you said, finishing up the coffee. Tim raised an eyebrow and nodded his head, a smile began appearing on his face.

"Oh, well I hope I'm portrayed alright," he said teasingly. You smiled and shrugged your shoulders noncommittedly. Tim chuckled in response.

"Well, I'm excited to read the story," he said kindly. You smiled at him.

"Well, I don't know how good it's going to be. But I wrote it…," you said, feeling very unassured. Tim shook his head and gave you a kind smile.

"I'm sure it will be great," he said, reassuring you. The two of you then went on to talk about yourselves a little bit more. It turned out that Tim was going to the private Gotham Academy University a few miles from the Gotham University you were attending. You told him about your dream to go into journalism, and Tim told you how amazing it was that you had an actual dream. He told you that he was planning on going into business (like Bruce), and hopefully own a company one day. You told him that was a pretty exciting idea. The two of you then talked about everything from favorite colors to favorite vacations. By the time you had stopped talking it was already 3pm in the afternoon. Both of you had drank your coffee and the sun was beginning to slide down the sky. Tim looked at his watch expectantly, so you let him off the hook. "Listen, I have to get back home…my roommate's probably gaining consciousness back and she'll want some coffee," you said, standing up. Tim stood up as well and nodded his head in understanding. There was a slight awkward pause in which you shuffled your feet and tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. You pulled out a pen and wrote down your phone number onto a napkin and handed it to him shyly. He smiled and a little red appeared on his cheeks. He took it and thanked you.

"We should talk again some time…," Tim said, holding up your number. You nodded your head in agreement. After saying good-bye, you parted ways and made your way home. As soon as you stepped through the door to your apartment, you were greeted by your excitable roommate. She exclaimed as soon as you walked in and grabbed you by your shoulders. She pulled you in and sat you down on the couch. As she stood over you, you could see how her arms were crossed over her chest and how she was looking at you with a slight frustration. You raised an eyebrow.

"What's up?" you asked, not understanding why she was acting so weird. She gave you a visible huff.

"How come you didn't tell me you were rescued by Robin?!" she asked incredulously. Your mouth fell open with disbelief.

"I don't know! Maybe because you were out cold all day!" you exclaimed back. She huffed and frowned down at you in a rather ridiculous sense.

"Don't you know who Robin IS?!" she exclaimed, acting as if you were a disobedient child. You gazed at her, unable to believe that she knew his true identity. "He's Batman's sidekick!" she flung her arms in the air for dramatic effect. You rolled your eyes. Well, OBVIOUSLY. She sat down on the couch and scooted close to you, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Well, did you kiss him?" she asked. You pushed her away.

"No! Of course not!" you exclaimed rudely. She rolled her eyes like you were lying. You pushed her shoulder a little. "I swear, I didn't kiss him! He just…flew me up to the roof of a building away from a few thugs. I told him my name and then he ran away." You said, realizing how ridiculous it really sounded when it was stated out loud. She sighed and looked at you with a longing expression.

"Do you realize how many girls would kill to be with him?" she asked, gazing into the distance. "He's mysterious…muscular…humane…" She trailed off, her eyes going dark with the idea of Robin. You rolled your eyes and stood back up, walking into the kitchen and searching the fridge for something to eat.

"I don't see what the big deal is…he's just a guy…who happens to go around wearing a costume…," you said slowly, shaking your head. She raised an eyebrow and looked at you as if you had just asked her to give you a kidney.

"What's the big deal?! Gee I don't know…a man with chiseled features and a mysterious background who goes around saving damsels in distress and fighting crime…oh that's not a big deal at all!" she exclaimed, falling back on the couch. You rolled your eyes and started feeling a headache come on. Your roommate was like this…annoying. She sighed and sat down opposite of you in an exhausted manner, as if your incompetence in the dating life was exhausting to even think about. You smiled at her, Janette was harmless when taken in strides. Finally, she stood up and brushed her crazy frizzy, red hair out of her freckled face.

"I'm off to work," she sang out, walking towards her room and coming back out changed in a bar labeled t-shirt and ball cap. Janette worked at the local McGillian's Bar down the block. To be honest, the job suited her. She was talkative, loud, and she always had the latest gossip. So, everyone went to the bar for the latest in Gotham. She gave you one last smile before slamming the door on her way out. You milled around a bit in the apartment; cleaned the bathroom, straightened the living room, ate a piece of leftover chocolate cake from the fridge, and then contemplated about going to the gym to work off the piece of cake. You were about to change into some work-out clothes when the computer screen caught your eye. Your feet pulled your forward and suddenly you were in front of it hitting BATMAN into the search engine.

There were a few blogs about him and his feats. You clicked on one blog called THE STALKER…a name that creeped you out, but showed some potential promise. The man who wrote for this thing obviously was obsessed with Batman and his true identity. He wrote a few articles talking about the many things that he had done over the past two years. It looked like he had solved a few mysteries that revolved around madmen like the Penguin, Scarecrow, and the mass tyrant Joker. You had heard of all of these before, but you had never personally witnessed them…growing up in California and all…You looked closer at the column involving the Penguin. This one was the most recent. Apparently Batman had stopped a few of Penguin's men in the middle of a drug bust downtown. You looked through the information he had displayed. There were a few pictures of a dingy alleyway outside a pool bar. The three drug cartels were on their knees in a line sitting in front of a typical police car.

In the corner of the picture was the sweep of a black cape. This must be Batman. You frowned and tried to enlarge the picture. You looked closer at the suspects. They were all wearing suits…nice suits…obviously whoever this 'Penguin' was he was obviously pretty loaded if he could afford all of his goons nice clothes. You scrunched up your face a little in thought and typed in PENGUIN into the search engine. Predictably you got a lot of pictures of cute baby penguins. However, there WAS a candid picture of a stumpy little man with a big hook nose, a black suit, and a top hate accompanied with a cane. The picture was at an odd angle, so you assumed he didn't realize this picture was being taken. You enlarged the picture, taking note of his beady black eyes, and evil grin. You then zoomed to the edge of the photo where there was a building in the background. You frowned, seeing the highlighted sign at the very edge, a corner of it had been cut off. You squinted your eyes. It looked like the name of a club on the wrong side of town…the…Pink…that's all it gave away. You sighed and sat back in your chair.

Before you could convince yourself otherwise, you were moving yourself out of the apartment and down the street. You couldn't exactly pinpoint the reason why you were looking all of this stuff up. Morbid curiousity? Maybe the true reason was because this Batman guy had your mind tingling. Who was this dude anyway? And who was his partner…Robin? You wanted to get to the bottom of this. So, you boarded a train and headed towards the South part of the downtown area. Half an hour later, you got off at a dingy subway area and made your way up into the sidewalk.