Just Robin Oneshots Part 2

Talons would always be Talons

Here's some sadness and fluff

gimme requests if you have any

might make some David and Dick fluff soon

college is keeping me pretty busy so idk when the next one of these will come out

EDIT: TW BLOOD

Batgirl loved her job more than anything. There was such a freeing sensation when she was jumping around and beating up criminals. She was fighting for the weak. She was doing the job her Dad wished he could do but would never because of the repercussions. She liked the anonymity of it too. Nobody knew who she was. Nobody would ever know unless she told them. There was such power in that. No one could target her family if they didn't know who she was. It was amazing. Nobody would ever even know that a middle schooler was saving their butts. She hoped things didn't change and they wouldn't since it wasn't possible. She covered her tracks well. Her voice would go to a slightly lower pitch and most of her face was covered. It's not like anyone wanted to find out anyway. The only people who would really care about finding out who she was were those Bats but they never turned up when she was out. Yep, her secret was totally secure. "Hello Babs," a voice stated out of the shadows. She jumped and turned around in a fighting stance.

The owner of the voice walked out of the shadows, revealing himself to be Robin. "How did you know?" she asked, slightly concerned about how much he knew. They'd never even met yet he was calling her by her nickname. A nickname she only told a select few to call her. 

"Do you not know who I am?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. Batgirl knew he was Robin but she guessed that wasn't what she was supposed to know. She was supposed to know who he really was. He waited patiently for her to think. Patient, quiet, formal, short, black hair, weird yellow markings... No. No this couldn't be him. Everyone knew what happened to the current Robin. Well everyone in the hero and villain business. Word got around fast. She stalked towards him to get a better look. The features lined up. "Oh Dickie," she whispered. The yellow marks were never this prominent which made her think he was wearing make up most of the time. "That explains so much." He tilted his head in confusion, that innocent look that hid it all on his face. 

"How so?"

"With how you act. I don't know much about Talons but-"

"Refrain from mentioning them," he interrupted. "Please." Batgirl nodded solemnly. She put a hand on his cheek and traced the lines of yellow with her thumb. "Batman has suggested that you and I go on a mission together. He said it will be a good way to help you with working with us. Would you like to?" She snapped herself from the shock of seeing her friend in the new light. He didn't seem the type to crave that sort of sympathy or empathy from people. More of the type to become aggravated by it because he's already had so much. "Alright. What day?"

"Tomorrow. We'll give you the cover that you're sleeping over at our house. Your Dad has already been informed and agreed to the matter," he explained.

"What would've happened if I didn't take the offer?" Batgirl asked curiously.

"Then we would've had a sleepover. It would help with my transition to normality whatever that means. I'll leave you to your patrol. Goodnight Batgirl."

"Night Robin," she said, watching him disappear back into the shadows. She stared at the spot for a moment before carrying on. God, he was so weird.

Their mission was to solve the odd occurrences that passing boats reported. Due to the Island only having suspicious occurrences and nothing that was actually illegal, the coast guard refused to investigate which was why they were there. There were a few buildings, three in total. Well, the third was hardly a building. It was mostly rubble since the roof had collapsed and crumbled the structure. "This is going to be so boring," Batgirl complained. When she heard the word mission used, she'd gotten excited thinking it was some big event, not some recon goose chase. Robin hummed, looking around for anything suspicious. "We should've just had that sleepover. We could've played games, watch some movies and tell ghost stories," she recited, taking in little of her surroundings. They walked into the second building.