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Chapter Eight

After a quick dinner, I didn't feel much like going back to work or going to bed. I barely slept at all, anyway. There was work that I had to get done, thefts to plan, and I had to keep planning redirections for the Titans. But I just couldn't bring myself to it. I had been working all day at that chair and after the first few hours, it can become extremely dull. Anyone who has a desk job would know what I'm talking about.

So instead, I went to my personal gym room. I looked around wondering whether or not to do a simulation. The nice thing about this room is that it is sound proof. If any explosion should sound, it would stay inside and not disturb the others. I originally had thought of Wintergreen when I had built the room that way, but at least now it benefits more then one person.

While I normally don't go out into the field, it never hurts to be on top of your game. I wouldn't bring Robin in here for a while. I already know that he was not experienced enough to handle even level one of the simulation program. I was about to press the simulation start button, but halted my motion. No. I did need sleep for some things.

I sighed. I went back out and walked down the hallways. I wanted so much to rub my temples, but I wasn't going to my room anytime soon. Sleep deprival is at times a curse and can get to one every now and then. And with Robin containing his anger towards me as he is now, one could never be too careful. He wouldn't see my face until I found him...loyal enough.

I stopped when I came to a shut door. I stared at it for a minute, not moving. 'No reason I can't check up on him, is there?' I slowly allowed the door to slide open. This time, light did fall in. I stepped inside. My eye widened when I noticed an empty bed that hadn't even been touched. 'He couldn't have gotten out now, could he?'

The room was still very shady. I glanced around the room to see the candle blown out, so I went over and lit it again. Once there was more light, I could see two towels that had been dropped carelessly onto the floor by the dresser. I didn't see Robin until I got to the corner. Lying against the dresser was Robin, curled up in a loose ball. I rolled my eye.

"You stubborn kid."

Turning back to the bed, I brought the sheets and covers back. Then I brought my attention back to the sleeping boy in front of me. I leaned over and carefully picked him up in the way one would hold a small child. I was surprised that he didn't wake up. I knew that normally he was a light sleeper. Yet, he didn't wake up or protest as I gave him the three second lift to his bed. He shook his head slightly, but I think it came from his conscious mind which was now probably in a sea of maybe even blissful dreams.

I gently laid his small frame on the bed and let his head rest on the pillow. I brought the sheets back over him. Robin squirmed a bit by giving off a slight kick, but soon stopped. His hair was spread across the pillow and he really looked quite - calm. I was a bit surprised at this. Not even in Titans Tower does he sleep this well. (So what if I hack into their security systems and spy on them? It's practically my job.)

I tell myself to leave now, that I do need some rest on occasion, but I can't bring myself to do it. So instead, I take a seat on the side of the bed. Only a day and the kid amazes me more then ever. I don't know why. All he really did today was dinner and a little observation. Why should I be so impressed? There is no reason, but I am. I marvel at the fact that it was so easy to find him. Someone like this should be harder to find. One shouldn't be able to find one so...alike to them without a long search.

Still, I found him by looking in the paper and merely fighting him for less then ten minutes. How did I get lady luck on my side? Robin shook his head slightly and his hair found its way over his masked eyes. It almost was touching his nose which he twitched at the feel of his hair. I gave off a slight smile. It was actually a little cute. I gently pushed the hair out of his face and he relaxed again. His jet-black locks of hair were still damp and smelled of shampoo.