I'm running out of things to say at the beginning of these updates. But, I think I've decided not to do the mood music thing, it seems a bit... uh... I don't really know, but I am not going to do it. Sorry.

Jim Gordon shook his head. Whatever was happening, he honestly loved it.

"Sir, the information checks out. All these guys are wanted for the crimes on the list."

Jim smiled. "Thank you, Abigail. Any sign of our delivery boy?"

Abigail furrowed her brows. "Sir? Do you know who delivered these guys?"

"I have a hunch." Jim lit up a cigarette. "He has a history of saving lives."

"Sir, we've got an email on a location where more guys have been detained!"

"Pursue." Jim ordered. "I'll join you as soon as my lead arrives."

Abigail and the other officer nodded, leaving him to stand in front of the station, watching as twenty criminals struggled in their cuffs and thrashed in the ropes binding them in groups of threes. Such a catch was unheard of. His call to Bruce Wayne had turned fruitful.

Robin was currently missing from the Wayne Manor. He'd gotten the call the day before alerting him to the success of the Wayne's in tracking him down and convincing him to stay with them. The kid was a godsend if he was the one behind this.

Jim didn't have to wait long, the black limousine pulled into the front of the station and several pairs of wide eyes surveyed the catch. Jim wasn't surprised in the least to see his daughter in the car. She had become far too interested in Robin.

"Dad, what is all this?"

"Most likely just the first batch." Jim answered humorously. "We got an anonymous email just a minute ago with another location and a promise of more."

"You can't possibly tell me Robin is behind this." Bruce was awed. The times Robin had saved him when wandering down the alleys in his search to find the boy, he'd moved swiftly and silently. Honestly, Bruce hadn't realized what was happening until he'd found the birdarangs.

"I believe he is. How he's doing this, I'd really like to know. I haven't told my officers yet, because honestly, if the boy is behind this I'd rather not hinder him."

"This is a message." Barbara said, grin spreading across her lips. "He's mad about what I said and now he's showing me, Dad. He's showing me I'm wrong."

"What did you say to him?"

"I told him he was just a kid." Barbara laughed. "Then he told me he was going on patrol. He must be really upset. He never did any of this when we were looking for him."

"Sir, more guys were found in the given location. No sign of the perpetrator."

"Keep an eye out for more emails or phone calls."

"Yes sir."

Robin smirked down at his handiwork. That was the fifty-fourth guy he'd caught. Gotham was really infested with scum without a Batman to cut it down to a manageable size. These guys were just small fry, too. Men in their early twenties, wannabe bank robbers, pick pockets, gang members, and worst of all, drug dealers.

It was getting late and he was getting tired. He hated to allow the rumor of a hero spread, but he was running out of steam. It'd been a good four hours of work, and one of his yawns had almost given him away.

He sent the final email and made his way back to the station. He wanted to be sure to tell Commissioner Gordon he was serious himself.

He honestly wasn't surprised to see Bruce talking with Commissioner Gordon. He also wasn't surprised Barbara was looking for him on the rooftops. It was too bad she was looking the wrong direction. Robin waited for the opportune moment and casually bumped into Bruce.

"Robin!" Bruce was startled. Good. "Are you responsible for this?"

"Every last crook." Robin answered.

"Son, it's dangerous for you to—" Jim started, but was cut off.

"Did I miss something, or are you ignoring the fact I took down more criminals tonight than your entire police squad has in months?" Robin's voice cut through like a knife.

"Yes, you did. And that's spectacular, really it is, but I can't just let you run around Gotham doing this."

"Why not? I'm saving people, helping them by locking up the scum threatening their stores, their safety, and their children's safety." Robin crossed his arms.

"That's what we're for. That's why cops exist."

"News flash, Commissioner, but these are Gotham police! Half of them are being paid to look the other way. The other half are incompetent and don't have enough training."

"And you do?"

"Yes. I think I've proven it."

Jim stared him down. "What if you get hurt? It's happened before—hell, you were dead! Just because you're a kid doesn't mean the bad guys are going to go easy on you."

"I know that more than anyone. I've been doing this for years." Robin looked back at Bruce. "If I don't do it, who will?"

"Robin," Bruce started, "I have to agree with the Commissioner. I can't let you do this."

"Then happy hunting," Robin waved them off, "because I'll do it anyways. I don't need your permission, but I could use your support."

He grappled away and made his way back to the Manor, pissed off and disappointed. How had Batman gotten the Commissioner's support? He supposed the Commissioner would just have to come around eventually. In the meantime, it was time he became a bit more serious. Batman had a cave, so Robin needed a nest. Okay, scrap that. Robin also needed a cave. It just wasn't right.

He could use the grandfather clock as a door like usual, or he could go for something a bit different. He had no clue how Bruce had built himself the Batcave, but he would need to do something similar. The cave was huge, and ran under most of the house and some of the backyard.

The backyard… perfect. Stalking out there, Robin surveyed where he could keep a secret entrance. His eyes caught sight of a headstone. It was his, he realized. Bruce must have made it for him when he'd died protecting him. Dick read and reread the headstone, tracing his fingers over the carved words.

He couldn't give up being Robin. Smiling in the dark, Dick decided this was it. This was his entrance. No one thinks twice about graves. Since his body wasn't in the grave, there wasn't any problem digging it up. Of course, it looked like Bruce had already done that.

From his calculations, the entrance would be at the back of the cave. He set to work, not bothering to be on alert when he heard the voices calling his name from inside of the mansion. Even if they did find him out there, he wouldn't be hindered. By the time someone did look outside, he'd already dug deep enough not to be seen.