I sat in my room, it was about nine at night. I was sitting with my back to the open window.

Why would Bruce Wayne want me? And why do I have to know how to fight? Well if Damian is Robin then maybe Dick is Batman or maybe Bruce is. Yeah whatever pull your head out of the clouds Aisha, there's no way. Plus Damian was probably lying about being Robin to impress me. But if he wasn't...

I was grabbed and a gloved hand was placed over my mouth as I was pulled out the window. I tried to get away.

"Shh, it's just me." Someone whispered. He took his hand off my mouth.

"Damian?"

"I'm dressed as Robin right now so keep your voice down and who else would pull you from your window?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe The Joker or Harley Quinn or Deathstroke."

"Ok I get it, calm down. Nightwing is waiting for us in The Batmobile." He started climbing down the fire escape.

I followed him. We got to the ground. The Batmobile pulled up. Nightwing opened the top.

"Let's go, Bats isn't very patient." Nightwing said.

I climbed into The Batmobile and sat down. "This is so awesome. This has got to be a dream."

The Batmobile took off.

"Not a dream kid." Nightwing said.

"Awesome."

"Put this on." Damian handed me a blindfold.

"Ok?" I tied it around my head so I couldn't see.