__In the batmobile__

Where am I going to go. I have no family. I have a very bad record with the orphanages and I don't have any money to buy a house. Nervousness stirred in the bottom of my stomach.

"Batman," I whispered trying to hide the shakiness of my voice. "Where am I going to go?"

"You can stay with me if you wish. You could keep fighting crime. Robin would probably like someone his age to talk to."

"I guess I have too, I have no where else to go." I whispered.

"It will all turn out okay. Everything happens for a reason."

It felt weird having the Batman console me. As a kid on the streets I idolized Robin. Not the current Robin, the one before him. Civilians think that it was just a new hairstyle and a costume change, I know that that's a lie. The second Robin died. The same man killed him that killed my family.

I fiddled uneasily with the handle of my sias. What am I doing? I should be running from Batman, I was a killer. Batman never killed. It's my fault that my sisters dead. He won't want me once he finds out, just like everyone else.

We pulled into what I was assuming was the batcave and Bruce told me to get out of the car. I climbed out the door of the car and was greeted by a boy. He looked older than I did with longish hair and stunning blue eyes. It was Robin.
"Who are you."

"Fox." my voice sounded small, then again, it always does.

"No I mean what is your name."

"Bexley."

"Why hello then Bexley, I'm Tim," He motioned to himself then acrossed the room to a man standing beside batman. "And that's Alfred."

I looked up at him and smiled. Then i realised that I had my gear on that covered my mouth. I blushed and pulled down my hood letting my mouth guard slip down and shot him another smile, one he could actually see.

"Are you staying with us then?"
"I have no where else to go." I said and looked back down at my shoes sadly.

"No no no. Um don't be sad i'll show you to a room i'm sure you'll like it."

He took my wrist lightly and guided me to an elevator. My eyes widened in fear and i shook my head and stopped walking. Memories of my sister and I trapped in the elevator of my last hotel shot through my mind. I shook my head and blinked the bad memories away.

"No." I said and took a step backwards pulling on his grasp a little.

"Okay, but I really don't think you will like the stairs."

"Stairs are fine." I replied nodding my head a little.

He guided me to the stairs and and after a 5 minute climb we reached the top. We walked out of the door of the small room and into a grand living room. A small gasp escaped my lips. I know this place. I looked around and my eyes landed on a familiar photo. It was of my mother, my sister, my brother, and me. I looked at Tim and then back at the picture then back around the room. No freaking way. Uncle Bruce is Batman.

My mom quit talking to her brother a year before she died. I grew up in this house. Im finally back home and nobody told me Uncle Bruce was the Batman. So that's how he knew my name.