It was around six before Alfred and My uncle came home..I was still in my room and my stupid brother wasn't here anymore. I hadn't been down stairs at all today, not even when Tim came home..but, I guess now was the time to go down and talk to my uncle about today's beating. I frowned and followed the long marble stairs to the living room area where Nathan was watching cartoons, Tim was doing his homework and Bruce was relaxing. "Uh.." I cleared my throat catching their attention.

"I need to talk to you uncle Bruce.."

"Sure Rile- Dear Lord! Look at your arms!" I gazed down and saw the razor looking wounds now crusted over with blood.

"Yes Sir…I see them. Wanna know how they got there?"

"Timothy…Take Riley upstairs. You go too Nathan."

"Why do I have to?" Nathan whined, glaring at him.

"Because I said so." Bruce glared back.

"Fine." Nathan sighed running upstairs as Tim worriedly took my hand and began up the long stairs.

"Alfred." Bruce beckoned...walking into the kitchen.

The old butler looked up from the dinner he was making, "Sir?" Bruce staggered to a chair and took a seat... "I fear Riley...is cutting herself.." Alfred dropped the spoon and gaped, "She's what?" "I believe it has to do with Jason's death.." "But master Bruce…that was over three years ago...Wouldn't she have forgiven herself by now?" Alfred asked worriedly. " You would think...but Riley's always had problems...but she's never purposely cut herself.." He sighed. "Miss Grayson has been rather shut up in her room lately...perhaps that's when she found the time to do so...but that makes no sense...why on earth would she?" "Isn't it Obvious Alfred?...She's still yet to forgive herself over this matter…And I have to say..She normally does stupid things..but she never makes me worry..but this time..It's different..I'm scared out of my wits." "Miss Grayson may act far from her age..But you needn't worry Master Bruce. I doubt she's stupid enough to kill herself. Maybe you should talk to her about this." Alfred spoke looking up towards the living room stairs.

"Ow! Tim! Careful!" I whimpered. "Well, I'm sorry Riley, but I don't want your cuts to get infected." He replied rubbing a cold, wet rag over my wrists. "Ow! Yeah but do you have to use rubbing Alcohol?" I gritted my teeth. "To kill the bacteria. Yes." He sighed continuing, "Now hold still ok?" "I'm trying! But it freaking burns." I sighed deeply looking off to the side. "Haha!" Nathan smirked, bouncing up and down on my bed. "Oh shut up!" I glared. "Nathan, stop." Tim glared as well. I whimpered and flopped back on the bed.

"Riley.."

"Hmm?" I raised up a little and stared at my boyfriend.

"Are...are you sure your ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine Tim."

"Ok…just promise me…I-if your ever..uh..need to talk..you'll come find me."

"y-yeah..of course Tim."

"Good."

I sighed as Tim smiled and laid back on my bed. He never trusted me..ever. It was almost like I was a prisoner..in my own home..I couldn't be trusted.. Even though I was Robyn, The girl wonder, The awesome caped crusader, Batman's little princess..I was still not trusted with my own life..I mean honestly..WTF? I wasn't really that reckless was I?..I understand I may not make the best choices all the time but, come on now..I'm not an incompetent fool. I can think and act on my thoughts. On my own…I glared out the window..so not only was I mad right now..I hadn't been able to tell Bruce what had truly happened..I gazed down at my wrists. Still red, still stinging from the rubbing alcohol Tim had used on them, and yet..still reminders..still my burden. The one burden I just had to get rid of. My Troq of a brother…Samuel.

I looked to Tim and faked a smile, "I'll be right back ok?" He nodded and I got up. Ruffled Nathan's hair and headed out the door, towards the kitchen. "Uncle Bruce?" I sighed entering the room. "Riley, Hey I was uhh..about to come talk to you..take a seat." I did as I was told and sat next to him.

"There's something we need to talk about.."

"Yeah I know.." I sighed, gathering the courage I needed to tell him what was truly on my mind.

"Are you..Cutting yourself Riley.." I gaped,how could he ask me something like that? I never cut myself on purpose! Why would he even ask me such a thing?

"N-no! Why Are you asking me something like that?"

"Well when a Man sees cuts on his' niece's arms..he only thinks of one reason.."

"What's that? That their stupid brother's the reason she's got them!" I yelled, squeezing my eyes shut, tight.

"Your brother?..You've lost it Riley.."

"No! I haven't! He's the reason I've ended up the way I have!"

Bruce gaped and stared at me..I could tell what he was thinking..Stupid girl..Disappointment..trouble..Troq. I felt tears gathering in my eyes.. "Shut up!" I yelled standing up and running back upstairs to my bedroom. Thoughts racing through my mind as I flung the door open.

"Riley?.." Tim asked looking up at me, I whimpered and ran over to him.

"I didn't do it!" I whined, clinging to him.

"Do what?"..He asked.

"Cut myself..I didn't!" Tim sighed and looked at Nathan, "out..now."

"Fine!" Nathan ran out..he was slightly worried too..but it was best not be around me when I was like this..only one or two people could calm me down..that was Lorna and Tim..

"What do you mean?.."

"U-uncle Bruce..I didn't!...He said!"

Tim frowned and hugged me close..at times like this I was more than a little grateful to have him. He always cared, he always loved me…and he never hurt me. I sighed and pulled away, "You don't think I do, do you? You believe me?" I could feel the whimpers and cries in my throat. "No, I don't think you do..but where else could these have come from..?" "My brother!" Tim gazed back into my eyes, "Your brother?"

BEEEP! BEEEP!

"Kids let's go! The Gotham Nuclear plant's under attack!" Bruce yelled running in. "Yes sir!" We both yelled, running downstairs to the bat cave and changing.