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"Did you tell him?" I questioned as i continued to pace around the room, my nerves on edge after that discussion with Bruce. It was probably the longest conversation that I've had with him, and it couldn't have gone worse. Although I felt confident when I told him that I was going to stay until the charity event, I know had the feeling that I should have expected his offer to leave with whoever those women were. But that truth was that I was beginning to tire of this training that felt like it was leading me nowhere. I accepted to train in a moment of anger after having discovered to had my parents killed.

Before they were just faceless criminals, and a part of me wished it could have remained that way. I knew what my reality was, I would never have the courage to go against those people. At least now I knew how to control my powers a little better, maybe it was time to leave.

"No. Didn't have to." Dick replied as he continued to study me, although he was casually seated on the edge of my bed I could see that. "Bruce knows everything."

I stopped in front of him, Bruce's face in the back of my mind because it didn't matter that I had been living in Wayne Manor for some time now. Bruce still scared me a little, mostly the idea that someone could so easily ditch themselves from all emotion. "That's kind of scary right?"

"You learn to get used to it." He ensured, though he didn't seem very convinced of his own words. "Eventually."

I took a seat beside Dick, and although this was technically my room and my bed that didn't stop my heart from beating rapidly in my chest. It was odd that I never felt like this before, considering that I train with Dick almost everyday. Everyday, and I still seemed to not know very much about him. 

"Just out of curiosity," I began not completely sure where I wanted to go with this conversation. "do plan to always be fighting crime with Bruce? Do you ever see yourself giving all of this up?"

Dick seemed to truly consider my question, a question that I already knew the answer to. Every time that he was in the Robin suit it was clear how much he loved and relied on it. It seemed to be his outlet for the anger he still felt for the murder of his parents. In that regard he and Bruce weren't very different. And truthfully I was afraid of the same happening to me. "No, I mean Bruce has the Justice League. I want to be part of a team of my own."

"So, like a Junior Justice League?"

Dick looked truly offended at my words as he stood, similar to when I told him the heroes wore spandex. Oddly, enough it was weird to think of Batman without Robin and I also thought about how truly lonely Bruce would be without Dick. "No, not a Jr. Justice League. We would be our own team, get out of our mentor's shadows. Donna and I have been discussing it for a while now."

"Donna?"

"Wonder Girl." He replied quickly not attempting to hide the passion that he seemed to have for this project. "I can't wait for you to meet her. She's my best friend. We've been friends since Bruce took me in."

I smiled at seeing Dick finally talk about anything that wasn't related to Batman or putting away Gotham's criminals. Being Robin seemed to be his entire life, and knowing that the mask and cape wasn't his entire world was comforting. Yet, I couldn't ignore the fact that he had failed to answer my last question.  "I can't wait to meet her."

Dick's eyes seemed to light up at my words as he stood almost as if he couldn't control his excitement. "She's going to be at the charity event with Diana."

"You keep throwing all these names at me like I'm supposed to know who they are."

"You'll meet them all in time." He assured me, and the fact that he already seemed to be thinking so far ahead into the future unsettled me. Always having lived a simple life, it was hard to think too much about the future. Especially when you lived in Gotham and had to be grateful for making it another day, unless you were part of Gotham's elite.

"Since were on the topic of the charity event, I was thinking that for your dress we should probably..."

"Actually, I was thinking about making a dress myself." I stated, for the first time feeling excited about something since my sat here. It felt like if I could do the one thing that I was good at I would feel more like myself. Not the person that everybody seemed to want me to be. 

"I think that's a great idea." He replied immediately.

"Really"

Before he had the chance to reply the alarm on his watch went off, and immediately he became a different person as he read whatever message he had just received. 

"What is it?"

"The Joker and Harley Quinn seemed to have split. Which was good news until Bruce found out that she'd teamed up with Catwoman and Poison Ivy."

"Cool." I muttered mostly to myself, the idea of Gotham's most dangerous female rogues teaming together was simply fascinating. Dick looked at me in disbelief, as I realized just how dangerous these woman were on their own and now that they were together they would be a bigger problem for Bruce and Dick to handle. "I mean terrible, that's just terrible."

Surprisingly Dick laughed, as he reached out and pulled me close against his chest before he placed a quick kiss on my lips. " You surprise me everyday. But I really have to go."

***

Bruce and Dick had been gone for hours, leaving Wayne Manor feeling emptier than usual. I believed I would have gotten used to the silence that was normal even when everyone was home, yet the loneliness never seemed to go away. And as I sat in front of the fireplace with my sketchbook on my lap my mind began to wonder back to my mother, which was a mistake. Any thought of her seemed to continue to open a wound that never seemed to heal, and I knew never would.

Suddenly my heart jumped, with an increased sense of the electricity around me. I had recently learned that it was something that happened whenever a light in the Manor would be turned on, a part of my ability that I would prefer to control. Bruce had explained that there were many aspects of my ability that I had to learn to not only control, but also understand. 

It was something that I had never realized before, and now that Dick had taught me how to really control my abilities I began to realize the extent of what I could do. It was almost like if the electricity running through the walls was a part of me, with it's own heartbeat that was beating in rhythm with mine. With a feeling that there was electricity constantly running through my veins.

I was about to ignore that feeling, when I suddenly realized that I was supposed to be the only person in the Manor. Alfred was supposed to be downstairs in charge of coms.

So who was upstairs? 

Instinctively I stood and slowly made my way upstairs, not wanting whoever was up their to run off. I was being reckless to go up alone, especially considering that I didn't know who or what I was facing. But that knowledge was the shadowed over by my curiosity. 

Following the electrical current I stopped in front of the room where I felt the surge in power. I was about to enter before I realized that it was Bruce's room and I wasn't sure what was more dangerous, whoever was in the room or Bruce discovering that I was in his room. That moment of doubt only lasted for an instant before I opened the large wooden doors that lead into a dimly lit room. 

The room was deathly quiet, and if it wasn't for the cold breeze that made be turn towards the window I would have left. But, I did turn towards the window to find what I initially believed was the shadow of a woman. Looking at her I realized that she was dressed in a skintight black suit, and I couldn't look away from her bright eyes behind a set of goggles. The woman seemed to study for a moment before smirking. "Didn't you ever hear that curiosity killed the cat?" 

"I'm not the one in a cat suit." I replied, hopefully sounding a lot braver than I actually felt. Surprisingly, the woman smiled in response with mischief still bright in her eyes. She was almost mesmerizing to look at. 

"Tell the Bat I'll be waiting." She slipped out the window in a second, and it was almost as if she was never there.  I stood there looking at the open window with the curtains flapping against the violent winds and the image of the woman on the window still there like a ghost. I had to doubt whether she was there at all. 

But I knew who it was, the iconic outfit was one that everyone in Gotham knew. It was Catwoman. And that realization sent an odd sense of excitement through me. The only question was what was missing? If Catwoman was here then something had to have been stolen. 

More importantly it meant that Catwoman knew that Bruce Wayne was The Batman. 

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