You probably know him as Robin. That's what everyone knows him as. Many call him the Boy Wonder, a prodigy, a blessing on Gotham, bird boy, Batman's right hand man, the bat brat... Heck, you might even know him as Dick Grayson. Because that's what I knew him as. He was my best friend. Or at least I thought he was. I understand why he left. I really do. His parents died right in front of his eyes. But he didn't have to leave me. No letters, no phone calls, no contact at all. I loved him; I was nine years old and I knew I loved him. So when he left, his hurtful words stinging my heart, I was broken. And as soon as I saw the Boy Wonder on the news, I knew right away. I had to see him. Prove him wrong. So that's why I put on the mask.