Gotham Girls #1: Romance With Robin (Batman)

Chapter One - The Start of it All

I sat there, watching, waiting, pondering. My heart was racing and my palms were sweaty. I couldn't think of an escape. Suddenly, a pile of rubble fell on him, looking as though he would be crushed by it. He couldn't die! I couldn't let him! A second before I looked away, I saw a familiar looking person in a heroic stance, and straight away I knew who it was. It was Robin. 

"Are you still watching that?" my older brother asked me, turning off the TV.

"No! Why would you do that? He was about to save Batman! Turn it back on! I must know what happens next!" I shouted, quickly falling on my knees and over to the TV, hugging it in the hopes that Quentin would turn it back on again.

"He dies. Batman dies. If he doesn't then he should. He's rotting your brain. You do realise he's not even real right? He's completely fictional. I don't know why you find it so-" Quentin started, before I stopped him with my bup-bup-bup's. 

"Don't get me started, Quentin. You know what happened last time you did that, and even though I don't want duct-tape over my mouth, I will tell you if you start that." As soon as I said that, I could see my 17-year-old brother looking at me wide-eyed. Even though there was only a two year difference between us, we were completely different people.

He was one of those people everyone was friends with and always wanted to spend time with. He was always with his girlfriend (well, a girlfriend, since he had a new one as soon as the old one broke up with him) because he liked to feel wanted. He was always outside and apparently an 'absolute hottie' (the sheer thought of people thinking of him that way sends shivers down my spine). But as for 15-year-old me, I was one of those people who only had a few friends because everyone else was too busy pretending they were too cool to even care about other people. I hadn't had a boyfriend because I was devoted to Robin. The boy wonder.

He was my age. He knew things that most guys wouldn't even imagine knowing. I mean, he figured out the true identities of the original Robin and Batman!

Even though I did realise that Robin was merely a figment of someone else's imagination, I didn't care. He was alive in my mind, and my life was built around him. Admittedly though, I could feel my life fading away, everything about me growing weaker, as I thought about how crazy I was actually going. I thought my sanity was average, but with passing moments, it seemed as though my sanity had actually reached a point where it needed a new number altogether.

"Fine. You can watch it. But when you're eighty-seven and unmarried because of your devotion to your little friend, don't come crying to me. You can work it out all yourself!" Quentin shouted at me, turning the TV back on and throwing the remote at me. Unfortunately, I was too busy watching the television that I didn't notice the remote come flying straight toward my head.

Whack.

"Um, ow?" I asked my brother, realising he had left, which made me feel like an idiot since I was basically talking to the air. He did that a lot.

I knew as I continued to watch the TV that Robin was the boy for me. The way he fought crime. The way he moved. The way he spoke. The way his outfit clung-

"By the way, I want the TV at five, so get out of your fantasy land and just watch it." Well, that ruined my thoughts. I couldn't even remember what I was thinking about.