Son Of Gotham (Editing)

▪twenty three▪

Dick moved the girls' trunk out of the way and into the armory. He walked back over to me but had a few things in his hands. I couldn't tell what they where but they looked interesting.

"Okay, question time," Dick started, "each of the robins before you had some sort of weapon. Even though you aren't a Robin anymore, you still need some type of weapon. I had a.. Well, didn't really start using a weapon until i was Nightwing, but that's not the point. Tim had a bo staff and another fella named Damian used a katana. What kind of weapon do you want to use?"

"I'm not sure.. And who's Damian?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"He's an other one of our brothers. He left Gotham a while back ago."

"Why did he leave?"

"He kinda had a short temper. Bruce said he left and joined some league but I think he just walked out. Anyway, what kind of weapon do you want?"

"What kind of weapon do you think is best for me?" I asked

He paused and started muttering to himself,

"hmmm, how do you feel about... nunchucks?"

"Nunchucks?" I asked.

"Yeah, nunchucks. Like the things 'ninjas' use."

"I don't know how to use them though."

"I'll teach you."

"You know how to use nunchucks?"

"Little knowledge, but yes."

"Let's get started then."

<Time Skip>

Dick and I spent hours down in the batcave just messing around with the nunchucks. I hit myself in the face a few times, and was lucky that they were just wooden training ones. I don't really think I learned much because Dick and I where just messing around, but it's better than nothing.

Dick left a while ago but I decided to stay down here and try to teach myself more about my chosen weapon.

I heard the elevator ding and thought nothing really about it. It was probably Alfred coming down to call me up for dinner.

The sound of foot steps started coming my way. My back was facing everything else in the cave, focusing on the dummy that stood in front of me.

I turned around when I heard the sound of plastic being moved around and I felt my stomach twist and turn when I saw Bruce holding the plastic bag and rummaging through it. His facial expression was blank and he didn't even bother to look at me.

He dropped the bag and looked up at me, holding my black and gray colored mask,

"Warner, what is this?" He asked, knowing exactly what it was.

I knew I couldn't lie. There was only one thing I could do and I didn't want to do it,

"Its um, well, you didn't want me being Robin anymore, so I, uh, started doing my own thing."

"Your own thing?" He asked in a harsh tone.

I straighted my back and nodded,

"Yeah, my own thing. That first night as Robin wasn't the best thing, but it was the funniest experience I've had since I was 14. You won't let me do it anymore, so I just started to do my own thing. It might be dangerous, but it sure as hell is fun." I said with confidence. Even though i sounded confident, on the inside i was an anxious mess. What if he kicks me out because I didn't respect his word? If he did that, I would have nowhere to go.

He was quiet, he looked down at the mask then handed it to me,

"If you really want to do this, you're going to need some professional help." He said with hope in his eyes. But that wasn't the only emotion in his eyes. It was a mix of hope, deviation, and emptiness. I don't think he really wanted me to do this.

I grinned and grabbed the plastic bag off the ground and out the mask back in it,

"Thank you Bruce." I said and held the bag to my chest.

"You're welcome, now let's go eat some dinner."

Bruce and I walked to the elevator and rode it up to the gigantic main room on silence.