Disclaimer: All characters belong to DC, with the exception of Magda, Jim, and Danny. Everyone who is still sticking with me, Thank you! This one is a little PG-13. Enjoy!
In the morning I went down for some food. Alfred had already prepared breakfast for Bruce, who was sitting at the large dining table. I moved past him to the kitchen, his morning paper blocking his view. Alfred was sitting down by the island drinking a cup of tea and reading a book. "Good morning Master Jason. Can I get you anything?"
"Nope. I'm just here for the good stuff." I opened several cabinet doors until I found what I was looking for. When I look at the box of cereal it had no cartoon character on it, just a picture of a cereal bowl and a rising sun. Disappointed, I turned the box towards him. "Alfred what gives?"
He gives me an old grin. "Master Bruce thinks that since your going to be studying at the University soon, that you needed a healthier cereal. As he put it harshly, Jason needs less sugar that rots the brain, and more bran in his diet."
I put the box down on the table, and grab a bowl and spoon. "Great. Now he's trying to regulate my bowel movements." Grabbing some milk from the fridge, I filled up my bowl. First bite in, and I knew this was going to be a long day. My face must of given away my displeasure.
"It takes a little getting used to Master Jason." He scooted a bowl of sugar my way.
"Thanks Al." I poured a little sugar on top, and proceed to choke down the rest. Putting my bowl in the sink with a clatter, I grabbed a banana on the way out of the kitchen. Bruce had finished reading his paper. I leaned against the doorway. "So tell me about that plan. How do we get Mags in to see the Joker?"
"So you couldn't resist looking up her name." He gave me a grin. "Well, I'll need to hack into the Arkham computers and squeeze in an appointment. Tell her to use the name Jane Smith. She will be claiming to be an illegitimate daughter needing some DNA for a paternity test."
I raised an eyebrow, "That's an odd one Bruce." I tossed the banana peel in the trash can three feet away. "Are you sure that will work?"
"The more time sensitive it sounds, the quicker we can get her in. Plus, don't you think the doctors would be even a little curious to let in someone who wanted to have ties with him. Tell her to be ready by tomorrow afternoon. It's your responsibility to have her at the edge of Crime Alley so you and Alfred can shofer her to the asylum. I'll have the paperwork and questions I want her to ask for you by two o'clock. Have her look over everything and spend the rest of the day memorizing them." He got up from the table, and went over to the mantle. He pushed a statue forward. The fireplace and wall opened up. He disappeared inside to the Batcave.
Rolling my eyes, "Bye Bruce…" I said sarcastically.
Well it was time to do some training to pass the time. I went back upstairs and changed into some gym clothes, and slung a towel over my shoulder. The great thing about living with Bruce Wayne was the endless amount of things he could buy. Because of his profession, he insisted on having a full gym. I figured I would follow Dick's orders on training with balance more. His old balance beam was still in the training room. I pushed myself up onto it bringing up each leg. With one foot in front of the other I took a couple steps forward and did a couple cart wheels. Easy. I did a pivot turn, and a couple more cartwheels and handstands. Ok hands are hurting. I proceed to dismount with a dive roll. God I hate that thing.
Moving to the mat, maybe some karate training was in order. Legs together, bend forward, eyes closed. Which opponent should I visualize today? Two-face comes to mind. My body makes the usual motions of how to disarm an enemy. Seeing him still makes me angry. I know he killed my father, and I'm sure not killing him when I had the chance was lawful, but I still hated him. I punched the mat with a loud thud and opened my eyes. "Fucking damn it!" I rubbed my painful knuckles and wrist. The clock struck noon.
I made my way to the shower. Tossing my clothes into the corner, I stepped in and turned the knob. I raised my head into the shower mist. My mind started up again. She won't be happy when I hand her those papers. I leaned forward with my hand on the tile wall. The heat felt good on my back. Making her go there might put her in more danger. I take the bar of soap and do a quick once over. I wish Bruce had a better plan. I finished rinsing off and got out. Standing in front of the mirror, I wipe off the steam and take a good look at myself. No bruises. My hands trace over some select scars on my abs. Each one has a story. I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around me, picked up my clothes, and went to my room once again.
The clock read one thirty. I put on a black shirt, a pair of jeans, and a pair of dark grey converse. By the time I reached the end of the staircase, Alfred was waiting for me with a brown bag in hand. "You never made it for lunch Master Jason. I've prepared a meal on the go for you. With extra for the little Miss." He gave me a grin. I grabbed it from him in a hurry, turned and thanked him as I jogged away. I hustled down the hallway and saw a manila envelope on the long dining table. I stopped and picked it up. Looking around there was no sight of Bruce. "Figures."
I made my way to the garage and unveiled my bike. I slipped the brown bag in the side saddle pouch, and put a helmet on. I revved the engine and left. Parking my bike in the alley next to the house, I took the bag and envelope out and covered the bike with some cardboard boxes. I made my way upstairs, and heard faint snoring. She can't still be asleep. My head turned the corner. Yup she is. Putting the bag down on the window sill, I knelt down beside her. Her head was turned towards the wall. I brushed back some of the loose hair that was clinging to her neck. She stirred a little. A wicked thought came to mind. I leaned down and blew air into her ear gently. She turned around and shoved me back with such force, I crashed into the opposite wall. I slowly got up rubbing the back of my head. "Good morning sunshine."
Startled, "Fuck. What time is it?" I heard my stomach growl.
"It should be about two thirty. If your hungry I brought food." I Pointed over to the window.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I gathered my thoughts, "Why was I out so long? I don't think I was drugged." My body tensed as my hands do a quick sweep over my body, and rest on the knife in my boot. I let out a sigh of relief because everything was still there. I turned my attention back to him. "I'll take that food now." He gave me a smile.
Opening the brown bag from the window, I pulled out two ham sandwiches, a bag of chips, and two green fuji apples. I hand one sandwich and apple over to her, then she started eyeing my chips.
Crawling over to him, I try to give him my best doe eyed "pity me" impression. "You gonna share?"
"Sure." I pushed the bag over to the side. "But let's save it for last."
I dramatically collapsed in front of him, then roll onto my back. "Uhg….fine." We finished our meal, and "shared" the chips. He slowly pushed an envelope towards me. "What's this?"
"Directions from your new boss. We are taking you to the asylum tomorrow to meet the Joker. We need you to memorize these questions and try to mention as many as possible. I will be planting a recording device on your clothing so we can hear everything."
I gave a raised eyebrow. "So this is really happening." Laying back on my makeshift bed, I take out the papers and look them over. "Jane Smith. Claiming to need DNA from mouth swab for a paternity test. Really?" Robin lays down beside me with his arms behind his head.
"Yeah I know, that was my reaction too."
I took in a deep breath and exhaled. "Ok. I think I can do this. If Batman thinks this will help, then I trust his judgment."
"That's good to hear." I turn to her on a propped up elbow, and hear a familiar squeak. I tested that particular floor board with my weight again. Excitement filled me, "No way! Hey can I borrow your knife?" She hands it to me, and I lift up the floor board. Moving it off to the side, there is a tin box lying beneath. I handed her the knife back, and noticed the engraved letters DG on the handle. Turning my attention back to the tin, I shoved it off to the side and moved the floor board back into place.
Curious, "What's that?" My eyes moved towards the tin.
"Actually I'm surprised you didn't get to this before me." When I removed the lid, the papers were still there. "It's my keepsake box. I left it behind the night Batman took me home with him. I had completely forgotten about this." I sifted through the papers and photographs. She reached over and tried to take one. I tried to wrestle it away from her. "Sorry sensitive information here. Remember face not name."
Giving him a shove, I handed it back to him and noticed the sun was fading in the sky. I hated every night here alone, and it must of shown on my face.
"You really should smile more. It makes your face…"
I cautioned him, "Choose your words wisely." I got an inch away from his face.
I could feel her hot breath on my lips, which gave me a strange sense of anticipation. "Um...more...cute?"
He gave me a dopey grin, and I replied in a lurid voice, "Lame. Very, very lame. Robin." I gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
I loved the way she said my name. When she pulled away I couldn't help myself. I put a hand behind her head, and moved her back to me. Our mouths smashed back together in a furious kiss, and she positioned herself over top of me.
His eagerness made me continue. I parted his lips with my tongue. I heard a satisfying groan come from the back of his throat as our tongues danced. Straddling him I broke away briefly from our kiss and slid a hand up his shirt. His blue eyes looked up at me with an odd sense of anticipation. As my hand traced over his abs, I went back in for more.
Her hands were cold, but it felt good. Her smell was intoxicating. I slid a hand up her sweater and felt her hips as they were grinding against me. I couldn't control myself. My hand traveled from the small of her back, up to her bra. I searched wildly for the clasps but couldn't find any. She pulled away and laughed.
"The bane of every man's existence. The sports bra." Chuckling, I slid off of him and sat back down with my legs crossed. He sat up.
I questioned her, "You look way too satisfied." My face still felt red.
"Hey, it wouldn't be the first time a bra saved me from going too far with a guy." I gave a devilish grin.
Furrowing my brows, "Is this your cruel way of telling me I should be leaving now?"
"Not exactly." I got back in his face. "But I wouldn't mind more of these little makeout sessions, if your up for it." I gave him another quick peck. "It seems to take my mind off the shitty situation I've gotten myself into."
I leaned in to give her a quick kiss back. "Fine. That sounds fine. Do you want me to stay the night? Just in case."
"Tonight no, but tomorrow definitely. After the little rouse we play, I can guarantee you I won't be feeling too safe."
"Then it's a date." I flash a devilish smile. I stood up and took the tin box with me to the door.
I came up beside him and slide my fingers into his. He bent down to kiss me one more time. When he pulled away, I switched to closing my arms around him and gave him a long strong hug. He kissed the top of my head. When I released my hug, I turned to him and smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow, and I promise I won't be sleeping when you get here." I heard him leave through the front door. His motorcycle roared away in the distance. I sank back into my corner and pulled a flashlight out of my backpack. I needed to memorize these questions. The more I can help, the faster I can get away from this town. Hopefully.
When I arrived back at the mansion, dinner was just being served. Bruce and Alfred were already sitting at the table.
"Glad to see you home in time for dinner Master Jason. Did the bagged lunch serve you well?"
"Yes Al. Mags was thrilled to have a good meal."
He gave a smile, "I'm glad. So that's her name? Shall I address her as such tomorrow?"
I had almost forgotten about the ride over. "No Alfred. Her real name is Magda, but I'm not sure if she would want anyone else knowing her name. Maybe she will tell you herself tomorrow."
Bruce put his fork down and questioned, "So she didn't turn down the offer?" I have a nod and he looked pleased. "Then everything will continue as planned." He got up from the table.
Alfred glanced over at him, "Done already?"
"Yes Alfred. I need to get a head start on our busy day tomorrow. Jason, have her at the edge of Crime Alley by noon tomorrow. Alfred I'll need you to drop her off, and take her back later." He began moving the statue on the mantle. Alfred took his empty plate to the kitchen.
I tried to catch him before he disappeared, "Bruce, quick question." He turned and walked over to me. "After the visit tomorrow...what is the likelihood the Joker will be suspicious and send someone out that night to check up on her?"
He raised an eyebrow. "It's very likely. Did she sound worried after you explained the plan?"
"Yes she was concerned. She even asked if I could stay the night tomorrow. You know. That thing called protection I agreed too."
He slid a hand into his pocket, and gave me a smile. "Sure. That seems like the right thing to do." His hand rested back on the table beside me. "But let me give you a tip Jason."
I give him an odd look. "Ok. I'm listening."
"You might need your own form of protection while your there." He lifted his hand away from the table revealing a Trojan.
My face turned red and I quickly shoved it in my pocket. "Thanks Bruce." When I turned around he had already disappeared. I finished my dinner, then went upstairs to bed.
AN: And thus another player enters the game for the future. Please feel free to comment, review, like, or favorite. I'm looking for any feedback you have on how I can improve the story. Thanks for reading!
