A/N: Dick is 11 years old.

A cry of pain was heard in one of the many alleyways of Gotham City. The usually emotionless face of Batman, was now screwed up in pain. Robin stood over him in a protecting stance. The Joker had broken Batman's leg, and now it was up to Robin to defeat him.

The Joker laughed, as he saw the small bird protecting the bat. It would be easy now since the main threat had been eliminated. Now all he had to do was kill the bird.

But it wouldn't be as easy as The Joker had thought. Robin's plan was now in motion with one goal in mind: Beat Uncle J's ass, and get Batman the hell out of here.

The Joker advanced, twirling his crowbar absentmindedly. Robin shifted into a casual fighting stance, but The Joker perceived it to be a defeated one and approached without caution.

Seizing his chance, Robin vaulted over The Joker's shoulder grabbing it in mid air. Robin slammed him down onto the concrete, and ducked the crowbar sent his way.

The Joker had stopped smiling, and was now glaring at Robin with unhidden fury.

"So you wanna play rough little birdie?"

"Oh, I thought we were already doing that."

Robin retorted, as he roundhouse kicked his opponent. The Joker flew into a brick wall, but quickly gained back his bearings.

Swinging his crowbar wildly, The Joker didn't expect for Robin to slide underneath it. He was put off balance, and Robin shoved him from behind.

Robin swiftly kicked The Joker in the temple, and he was down.

Now for the task of getting Batman to the batcave. Robin dragged Batman into the batmobile's passenger seat, and got into the driver's seat.

Robin had no idea how to drive, but decided to give it a try. He placed his hand on the wheel, put the gear into drive and stepped on the gas. Robin whooped as he sped off into the dark streets of Gotham.
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Bruce awoke to his son standing over him, looking at Bruce with tired eyes.

Dick smiled sleepily when his dad woke up, but quickly frowned at the aspect of the questions that were surely to be asked. Bruce also frowned, having no memory of him getting to his bed.

"Dick, how did we get here?" Bruce asked, thoroughly confused. Dick smiled sheepishly at him, averting his eyes.

"Um I kind of drove us here." Dick explained, not wanting to go into detail. Bruce's eyes widened at the prospect of his 11 year old son driving.

Dick ran off into his room to avoid more questions, while Bruce stayed and examined himself. Satisfied to find only a broken leg, Bruce hobbled down to the batcave (against Alfred's wishes) to check the batmobile.

The entire front of the car was destroyed. While one of the tires were on fire, and all of the windows were shattered. Bruce stood for a moment in complete shock, before calling out in fury.

"RICHARD JOHN GRAYSON!"

A distant cackle was all that Bruce heard in response.
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Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this one, since my other Robin story's chapter isn't being posted this Thursday. Sorry, but at least you have this one shot. I hope that you liked it because I did.

Bye!

~PercabethsDaughter~