I never thought I would have this feeling again.

The feeling of danger and mystery, but also freedom and adventure.

The feeling of being a Robin.

Jason feels full of energy, leaping from building to building, the wind brushing against his face. He's following his mentor, The Caped Crusader, the one who might as well be his father.

"Where are we going, Bruc... Batman?" asks Robin still getting used to his juvenile voice.

"Bank robbery on the corner of Locomotive street. Appears to be some common thugs. Follow my lead, Robin, and this time, less aggression." Batman launches a grappling hook to a near by building and swings down to the thieves. Robin does the same following his partner.

There were 8 of them with guns and ski masks. Each of them have two duffle bags in each hand, thinking they could clean out the place and live fancy for the rest of their pathetic lives. Morons don't know what's coming to them.

Batman takes four leaving Robin to handle the other four. The boy wonder kicks one unaware thug in the stomach, bouncing off him to knee another guy in the jaw. Jason feels on his sides for his dual pistols but notices he doesn't have any. Batman's rule: No guns he thinks. One crook on the other hand fires a bullet at Robin. Robin somersaults backward and flings what he does have: birdarangs. It slices the goon's hand making him drop his pistol. Jason then dashes toward him and roundhouse kicks him in the face. 3 down one to go.

"Hey you little runt, run back home to mommy." says a voice from behind followed by a sharp pain that strikes Robin's back. He looks back at the robber and sees his weapon. A crowbar.

Jason is suddenly pulled to that night. The night where everything changed. Where that crowbar, that stupid metal rod, was the instrument of his torture. Jason felt helpless, pathetic, defenseless as he received blow after blow from that maniacal clown. That day his mercy faded away, and that goon just unlocked the beast inside.

"I'm gonna teach you some manners, boy." spits the crook swinging at Jason a second time. This time, Jason catches the crowbar, pulls the crooks arm back, and elbows it. A pop is heard in the air, signaling the dislocation of the goon's shoulder.

As the man roars in pain, Jason tackles him to the ground and starts pounding his face, one forceful slug after the other. It is obvious the goon was long past knocked out, but Jason did not cease.

"Jason, Jason, Jason!" yells Bruce as he pulls Robin back. As if waking up from a dream, Robin shakes his head, unaware of what happened. He looks at his green gloves now a splotched dark red.

The ride back to the bat cave was a silent one. Jason knew this kind of silence from Bruce. It was an angry silence. They zoom into the entrance of the cave and screech to a stop in the usual place Batman parks the Batmobile.

Alfred was there waiting with a tray of cookies and tea with a young man next to him.

"Have I told you, you make the best cookies Alfred?"

"Every time you come to visit, Master Dick." replies the aged butler.

"Hey, Bruce! I decided to swing by and..." Dick is interrupted by Bruce's shouting.

"What happened out there, Jason?" he demands pulling his cowl off.

"I...its not my fault Bruce. He...he hit me." weakly replies Jason.

"So that gives you the right to beat him to death?!" Bruce raises his voice.

"Maybe." Jason shrugs. "Maybe not maybe he was just a nice guy who was in the bank robbing mood. Maybe he was a criminal who escaped from jail and needed quick cash." Jason starts walking slowly toward Bruce. "Or maybe he was a psychotic murderous clown who takes pleasure in beating who ever he can - men, women, or children - and laughs while doing it because he thinks it's fun! I don't know who the hell he was Bruce but I'm not gonna stand for injustice anymore. I got the job done." Jason looks at Bruce with the coldest stare he could make, inches away from his face.

Bruce matches Jason's face and points to the exit to the bat cave. "Go to your room. Now."

Jason crosses his arms and stomps past Alfred and Dick, climbing up the stairs to Wayne Manor. He runs through the familiar hallways of the mansion and finds the room he occupies as Bruce Wayne's adopted son. He slumps onto his bed and puts his head on his pillow, trying to remember the last time he got grounded.

Back in the Bat cave Dick takes another bite from his cookie. "Did I come at a bad time?"

Bruce looks at Dick with his famous Batman glare.

"Any who, I didn't just come here to visit. We have a situation." he explains.

Bruce puts his hand on his face and shakes his head. "What is it Dick?"

"Remember that kid, Tim, who used to go to see my circus performances a lot back then? Well he might have...oh I don't know...figured out our real identities."

Bruce looks up with a rare look on his face. A surprised one.