Bruce had never been a fan of aliens. They were an unknown. An unpredictable threat. He saw his friendship with the Kryptonian Kal-El as an exception to these rules, and the only one that he was willing to accept. So, when an alien vessel crashes in...
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Bruce Wayne wasn't usually puzzled...so when this rare occurrence came to happen, he was understandably irritated. Gotham's criminal underground had become practically nonexistent within several days. He knew that they had to be running scared, but he wasn't entirely sure why. He had a theory...but a theory was nothing without proof.
He knelt by the edge of a rooftop, keenly watching the happenings below everything in Gotham was being bombarded by rain. A young blonde girl stood waiting on a balcony. Like a ghost, a caped figure curled up over the railing and stood beside her.
"Do you have anything for me?" Robin asked the girl. Bruce monitored the conversation through his earpiece.
The girl seemed used to being snuck up on, so she surely answered "Dad said he can't do anything bad for a while. He said someone nasty is coming...and that its not you."
"He didn't say who?"
"No...no he didn't." She said innocently.
Robin smiled and tousled the girl's hair. She was about five years younger than the Boy Wonder, and a head shorter. "I know what it's like to be where you are. You're real brave for helping me and Batman out. This is our little secret, right?"
"Yes. Can I ask you a question now?"
"Sure thing."
The girl blinked nervously. "Can you tell me your...your real name?"
Bruce wanted to urge Robin to leave...but instead, his young partner continued smiling and remained with the girl. Hesitantly, he whispered "My name's Jason."
"Thank you..."
"No, thank you Stephanie."
With that, Robin disappeared into the shadows. Several seconds later, he reappeared alongside Bruce.
Young Jason was about sixteen years old. He wore the red and black uniform of the Robin mantle, a title that Bruce wasn't too eager to pass on.
"You get all that?" He asked his mentor.
Bruce nodded.
"Your theory's got some weight...question is; where to now?" Robin mused.
Bruce huffed and pressed a finger against his earpiece. "Cave. Run a scan for any crimes in progress."
"Of course, sir. Any parameters in particular?"
"High profile incidents. Easily identifiable by someone with superhuman senses." Bruce clarified.
