It was an inside joke. Each of the 'batfam' had a weakness. No one - not even Alfred - knew Batman's. Damian's was easy; Damian's was the heat. Couldn't stand it; he got way too hot way too quickly. Tim's was the dark. Was never found asleep without either a light on or the door open with a light on outside. Jason's was water. He couldn't hold his breath and had panic attacks when he had prolonged contact; say he was in a pool. Dick had two; cold and poison. He froze in twelve degrees (C) and never left the house with a jacket on. And the poison traveled at least three times as fast through his bloodstream as he didn't clot easily. Alfred had one too; as impossible as it seems. His was his age; he was nimble, yes, quick, yes, agile, yes, but occasionally his limbs cramped, or he had trouble breathing. ---Ⓜ️ for blood, gore etc, and bad language! ---

What will happen when the team's Robin gets caught on a mission? Will their intelligent and brave Robin have his wings clipped forever? Or will they be able to save him from the evil clutches of the Joker, Harley and Bane? Follow the journey as the team embarks on a mission to save Robin, learning new facts about their youngest member a long the way. *Important note:* This story is unedited (and will remain this way) - there are grammatical errors, spelling mistakes, and flaws in the plot. I wrote this year's ago when I was an early teen. I have chosen to leave it up because I think someone may still enjoy it, despite all the problems with it. All I ask is, if you leave a comment, please be kind. Especially to each other. Thank you.