Hey devoted readers! So... notice how I'm not doing the military time thing on the side... Yeah, I got kind of caught up in the story and forgot to add the times. Sorry if some of you liked it, but it was becoming a hassle. If you liked it and want it back, just comment and I'll bring it back just for you!
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Robin's POV
I zeta tubed to the mountain after school. I was the first to arrive at the Mountain because M'gann and Conner didn't get out until 3:30 and Artemis had to go do who knows what at her house. I was really tired, and I was about to go to the medical room to check on her, but unfortunately, there was a big bat in the big room. He was typing away on a digital computer on the circular fighting platform.
"Robin, come here," Batman demanded, without even turning around, "I can feel you glaring at me."
Of course he would be able to. No one else was in the cave except us, so I walked over to him and just stood there.
"She should have woken up by now," I said simply.
"Do you have anything else to say?" Batman finally turned to look at me, but didn't stop typing.
"I really don't feel like arguing again. I'm really too tired. We're going to go through the same thing, again. I disagree, you say you're right, I continue to disagree, you demand that I agree with you, I disagree again, you attempt to persuade me to agree with you by saying everything so calmly and you give me analysis and data to prove your point, I get tired of fighting so I agree. Then as I'm walking away, I call over my shoulder that I still disagree," I say exasperated. I take off my mask and look at Batman. He takes off his mask and looks down at me. I never realized how much more I had to grow. I was a lot shorter than him, but I always thought my intelligence and strength made up for it. Well, not when facing the almighty Bats.
"Dick, it's over. You may not agree with me, but we're all here. Safe and sound. You guys came out unscathed, and we got the girl," Batman says. Of course, he says it completely calmly, like he's talking about what breakfast he wants Alfred to make.
"But the girl didn't come out unscathed! Broken ribs, extreme blood loss, a disfigured knee, and gashes and bruises everywhere! She could have died! She could have -... No. I'm not getting into this argument again," I began to walk away, heading to the medical lab, away from the big bad Bats.
I could feel Batman narrowing his eyes at me. He turned back to the screen to continue typing, "Dick, she was remarkable. And I got you guys to her just in time. I see great potential in her and I think it will work out with the Team," Batman said over his shoulder.
That stopped me in my tracks. "What?" I spun around. That was new.
"I stopped you guys from helping her because I saw her fighting. She was fighting in ways even Artemis and, in some ways, even you can't compare. She lasted a long time taking Devastation head on!"
"So you thought it was okay to be like, 'Hey, maybe let's just recruit this random girl that I see fighting in the parking lot!' Yeah, great idea Bruce," I said, my voice dripping with as much sarcasm as I dared. You can fight with the Bats to a certain extent, but don't go too far, or you'll end up tied up to the top of the Batmobile while he goes for a joyride.
"Dick, stop ranting. Just listen," Of course, Batman is extremely calm while saying this. Completely monotone, "What was that girl doing in the middle of the night? She's from who-knows-where, but she got the Motherbox late at night. Her backpack. It's too small to be a school backpack, too big to just be a purse. Perfect size for running away," He says.
"Still-" I begin to say stubbornly. But Batman wasn't done yet.
"Her clothes. All black. What does that say, Dick. You tell me the analysis," Batman demanded softly.
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Bethany Ford - A Young Justice Novel (Robin/Dick Grayson Romance) [Completed]
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