The next morning I got out of bed not believing that I was now 18. Walking over to my closet to find something to wear I passed by the card that I had gotten yesterday. I wanted to pass it off as silly but something stopped me from doing so. Why had they targeted me? They didn't know that Bruce was Batman, did they? I just had to be sure to be on my guard for the day, which completely sucked because it was supposed to be a day of relaxation, except the fact t that I had to go to school. There should be a rule that once you turn 18 you don't have to deal with high school anymore.

I put on my favorite shirt that read 'Come to the dark side, we have cookies' and then pulled on a pair of blue jeans before grabbing my backpack and heading downstairs. Entering the dining room I tried to suppress a smile when I saw that it was decorated; badly. Clearly Richard tried to decorate based on the drooping streamers and the crooked 'Happy Birthday' sign on the wall.

"There's the birthday girl!" Richard said entering the room. He was grinning from ear to ear like a maniac. I just rolled my eyes; it wasn't that big of a deal, was it?

"What the heck?"

I turned around to see Bruce and Alfred enter the room. Bruce looked slightly confused.

"Did you forget that it was her birthday?" Richard asked.

"Of course not," Bruce said, "I'm just surprised by... you do this?"

"Yep!" Richard said cheerfully. "Go on and sit down Ridley. It may be your birthday but you still have to go to school."

Jee, thanks for reminding me. I sat down and started to put food on my plate.

"Happy birthday miss Ridley," Alfred said, and I nodded in thanks as Bruce sat down across from me.

"Ridley," he said after a moment. "Now that you're old enough, would you want to come with Richard tonight?"

I glanced sharply up at him and nodded. To finally be able to join the infamous duo Batman and Robin in saving Gotham from criminals? You didn't have to ask twice.

"I was afraid of that," Bruce said letting out a sigh. "Know this, I am still against you coming with us, but I'm afraid that I'll keep getting bugged by Richard until I let you."

I grinned at Richard and silently thanked him for bugging Bruce until he caved. Richard and Bruce both knew that that accompanying them on their nighttime excursions was something that I'd always wanted to do. After all, it was the family business.

"Bruce also wanted to give you something else for your birthday," Richard said prodding Bruce in the shoulder.

"Yes, I did," Bruce said, "I've kept it since the day I found you and figured that I should probably give it to you now."

He handed me a chain with a rectangular piece of metal attached to it. Taking it I turned int around in my hands and saw the very faded and rusty letters etched into it. It was the dog tag that Bruce had found me holding when he had found me, the tag that belong to the dog that I was named after; the one I couldn't remember.

"You like it?" Bruce asked, looking at me carefully.

I nodded as tears started to well up in my eyes. Thank you, this is the best gift ever. Now that I had it perhaps I could start figuring out what my life was like before Bruce found me; when I was six.

Putting it on, I tucked it under my shirt. I didn't need the kids at school noticing it and making fun of me.

"You ready to go?" Richard asked.

I nodded and quickly finished my breakfast and getting up to leave.

"Bruce finally agreed that we could take the motorcycle," Richard said happily as we entered the garage.

Awesome. I grabbed my leather jacket which was hanging in s peg and put it on before climbing on to the motorcycle behind Richard. I cling tightly to him as we made our way from the manor and eventually into the busy streets of downtown Gotham.

"Hope you have a better day at school," Richard said once we got to school. "Remember your training, Ridley. Maybe then those assholes will get the beating they deserve."

I nodded in agreement. Next time I wouldn't panic and forget, but hopefully there wouldn't be a next time.

Walking into the school I suddenly felt very self conscious, more than usual. People were openly staring now and whispering amongst themselves. Trying to ignore it I made my way to my locker only to be stopped by Astrid Greene, Gotham High's most popular girl and all around Bitch.

"Hey Ridley," she said with a smirk. I simply ignored her and tried to step around her but she blocked me. "I just want to talk." She snickered.

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, clearly she wasn't going to let me go anywhere. What do you want?

"Awe, there's no need to look at me like that," Astrid said with a pout. "I just wanted to make sure that you were ok after yesterday."

Yeah right.

"Because of that I took the liberty of telling the school counselor about your... Problems," Astrid smirked as she looked at me.

She did what!? That was none of her business! Of course it was Astrid we were talking about. She made it her job to meddle in everyone's business.

"Anyways," Astrid said flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. "The office told me to tell you that you're supposed to go there now."

I glared at her, desperately wanting to flip her off. Just who did she think she was?

"You might as well go," Astrid said with a sweet smile. "Don't want to get into trouble now do you?"

Scowling I turned around and made my way towards the office just as the bell rang for first period. Getting to the office, the lady at the front desk pointed me in the direction of the counselors office which was down the hall aways behind her. Knocking on the door I heard someone say enter, before hearing a giggle. What the heck? I was pretty sure that the counselor was a woman, and judging by giggle something else was going on.

Steeling my nerves I opened the door and stepped inside to see three people standing there. It took me a split second to realize who those people where. One woman was standing in the corner and was wearing straight black with a whip attached to her hip. I didn't need to see the cat ears to know that it was Catwoman. The other woman was the easiest to identify with her red and black outfit, Harley Quinn. The meant that the one standing in the corner in green was Riddler. Great, what did they want with me? Backing up I turned around and tried to run out the door only to be blocked by Two-Face.

"You're not going anywhere," he growled, shutting the door and standing in front of it barring my escape.

"Besides," Harley said, "you have an appointment with the doctor." She let out a giggle. So she was the one that had giggled earlier.

The desk chair then turned around to reveal one Jonathan Crane, aka Scarecrow. Of course he had his mask on so I couldn't see his face, but if was pretty obvious who if was. "Tell me," he said. "What are you afraid of?"

Shit why did I always get into trouble? It seemed that the world was against me. Remember your training. I thought, crouching down to launch an attack. But before I could do that someone grabbed my arms and held them behind my back.

"Not so fast," a voice said. "Riddle me this: No sooner spoken than broken."

"Enough with the riddles Eddie," Harley said, "we need to leave before they realize that we are here."

"Fine," Riddler relented, "but I'm not letting her go. It's a good thing that she can't talk."

Damnit! I needed to get out of here.

"Aww," Catwoman cooed. "Looks like the poor kitten is stuck. Can't call for help, can you?"

Struggling I kicked Riddler in the leg and he let out a curse. "Let's just get this over with," he growled.

"With pleasure," Scarecrow said with a smile. He stood up and made his way towards me, pulling a syringe out of his pocket. "This won't hurt a bit he said approaching me as I struggled trying to escape. "Well, I can't promise that you won't be affected by what ever emotional trauma you receive though," he chuckled. "Good night Ridley Wayne."

He stuck the syringe in my arm and I passed out.