The Robin's Weapon

Dick

Branda had been there for a long time. She wasn't sure for exactly how long, sense she saw no day or night, but she knew it was a long time. She knew this by watching the owner of the cave she was in.

The cave was large, and bright from artificial light. The party of the cave she occupied was full of memorabilia. It was full of guns, a giant penny, and even a dinosaur. She fit right in. After all to the owner of this cave, she was just a knife.

The owner of the cave was someone she knew of well. She knew of him sense before she was five years old. One of her oldest memories was of sitting in front of the TV, and watching as the Batman caught the bad guys with the help of his family.

But now that she was there in the cave, and was watching Bruce do his every day routine. It really hit Branda that she was in Kansas anymore, so to speak.

Bruce was her only consent company, and she never told him that the knife he took into his cave was actually a meta. She didn't know what he would do, he was too intellectual while she was a feeler. Even after all this time she didn't understand him.

The other company was Alfred. She didn't know how he did it. How he knew about her. He had never even talked to her yet. But he left her food trays, and spoke into supposed space about corner that would be a blind spot for the cameras. Branda always liked him.

For the longest time they were the only ones. No one else.

Till the first came.

She watched as he stumbled though the passage to the cave. The boy looked around with wide eyes. Branda watched with apprehension as the boy came back, this time with Bruce.

She listened to their conversations, and grew worried. Bruce was doing fine, as a trainer, someone to focus his anger, and wishes for justice, but the boy was working himself to the bone.

Night after night, she watched. Her worry growing. Till one night she did something about it.

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The boy had passed out. He had been training without Bruce. The man was out at a galla that night, and Dick was practicing. Till he was just fallen, hadn't gotten back up.

Branda, after a moment of hesitance, morphed back to her human form. She had long brown hair, and brown eyes. Her skin was pale from how long she had been without sun light. She was average height, if not on the shorter side of things.

She went over to Dick, and picked him up. It took some effort to do so, but she was able to. She went to the elevator that would take her to Wayne manor.

As she stood in the elevator she looked down at Dick. He looked so peaceful in sleep, at ease. As if nothing bad had ever happened to him, but she knew. She knew that he had watched his parents fall to their deaths right infront of him. It had been in many of the movies and Tv shows after all.

The elevator 'dinged', and it opened up to a room that appeared to be a living room. She looked around the place as she walked out in to the hall. She saw a picture of a couple, and Branda had a idea of who they were.

She called out in a slightly rusty voice. "Alfred?" Out of nowhere the butler came.

"Ah, miss have you decided to accept a room?"

"Ah," Branda sifted uncomfortably, "no, its just Dick passed out from training."

Alfred nodded, "I see, I'll take him to his room."

"No!," She paused, realizing with embarrassment that she had been incredibly rude. "No," she said a bit softer, "I'll take him, but I need help finding his room."