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Note- When the words that someone is saying are italicized, it means they're on the other line on the phone.

Chapter 3

"Bruce? But I thought that we agreed-" Robin started but was interrupted by Bruce.

"Yes, I know but there's some new information about the murder case."

"Oh . . . How long do I have?"

" Dick, you don't know if it's him-"

"Yes, I do. The way the woman was killed is how he likes to do it! I wouldn't be surprised if he left a note for me to find!"

" . . . I guess you know this guy better than you thought."

Robin frowned. "What?"

"That's why I'm calling. The police found a note written in your native language, Romanian, on the body."

"Bruce, please don't tell me what I think it says. Please tell me I'm wrong," Robin whispered, rubbing his eyes with his left hand.

" I wish I could, Dick. I really do."

"That's it then. I have to leave," Robin said, collapsing onto his neatly-made bed.

"No, you don't. Dick, we can figure something out. You don't have to-"

"Yes, I do! If I don't, he'll use anyone who's close to me! He'll-" Robin started, his voice rising with frustration but was interrupted by Bruce.

"Dick, do you know who you're talking to?"

Robin sighed. "Yeah . . . "

"Then you know that I'm capable of taking care of myself and Alfred."

Robin groaned. "Bruce, I'm not worried about you and Alfred. I'm worried about the team!"

"I thought that's why I made the team top secret, so he wouldn't be able-"

Robin snorted. "Yeah, like that's going to stop him."

"Dick, listen to me! He is NOT going to get you or the team and you are STAYING. Is that understood?"

Robin gave a small smile. "Would it make any difference if I said no?"

"No."

"Then I guess I'm stuck with you and Alfred," Robin said with a chuckle.

"Glad you understand. I'll see you at home, Dick."

"Yep," Robin replied and closed his phone with a sigh.

If only he had known that Superboy had heard every word and had told the team everything.

Then, maybe, he would be able to stop them from doing something very stupid.

_Mystery POV_

He smirked as he watched the police stare at the piece of paper, not understanding the words that danced on it. His smirk grew larger as he saw them slip into a zip block bag and label it "evidence". Oh, how did he love to see his work being labeled as "murder" and "evidence". It made him feel like a mysterious force of nature, untrackable and wild.

It only made his feelings grow when the police pass by with a wave. They treated him like any other citizen, like any other innocent person.

Oh but he wasn't innocent.

He was far from it.

He was an assassin.

A/N- I would love some more reviews. They make me forget that I feel like crap. This was published on 2-24-12 with the length of 661 words. BTW- I'm starting on the newest chapters for "Running From the Past" and "His Eternal Secret". They should be ready either by tonight or tomorrow. Be looking for them!