Summary: Being the new Robin has its perks.
https://jasonsthunderthighs.tumblr.com/post/189114122524 (the art!)
A/N: I wrote this after getting this GREAT masterpiece @nycterisarts made and I couldn’t miss this opportunity to write it out! This is me as the new Robin (but I placed myself as a 14/15-year-old since I’m technically 22)! Enjoy! (I also wrote this at 4/5 in the morning, so there might be a few (or a lot) of grammar errors and misspelt words in this. Sorry in advance)
A/N 2: I don’t regret making this long. I kinda went out of hand into details, but whatever. No regrets.
A/N 3: So, I have made this to where I am younger than both Tim (17) and Jason (19), cause I wanted to put both of them in this (only a little bit, not a lot.) and this is before Damian was in the picture.
Y’know, being the new Robin has its perks; side-by-side the Great Batman, beating up bad guys, having this kickass costume (a little tight on the spandex, gotta talk to him about that later) and just being free from what I normally have to deal with when I’m not Robin and kicking ass.
I mean, my parents are still alive, but they’ve gotten abusive, even after their nasty divorce. My twin and younger brother moved to Gotham with Mum whilst our dad stayed behind. It’s better that way until we got a little bit older and the abuse was more clear. Especially with our dad.
When it got abusive, I had to escape. I won’t say it was on purpose, but it surely wasn’t an accident. I just got sick of the abuse and wanted my twin safe. And when he laid a hand on her, that’s when I lost it. The blood, the bat in my hand, the violence, the police, everything. It was self-defence, so I didn’t go to jail or prison for it. So, we went back with Mum after our last visit. And after that, I decided to run away from the whole thing. I was considered “missing” for a while until they found a young person’s body which I guess Mum identified as mine.
I don’t care that I’m considered dead. But being a 14/15-year-old, you’d have a tough time getting around without a job. Little shops would hire me, but slide my money under the table so to speak so they won’t get in trouble for the child labour laws here. This went on till I bumped into the Bat on total accident.
It was another late shift and I was heading to my little “house” (if you can call it that) when I saw it. The Batmobile. It was bigger and beautiful in person. I ran up to it, taking a quick peek inside to find it empty. Maybe Batman and Robin were out at that time. I looked around to find the misty streets empty, with the exception of the hollars and gunshots of the city. This city will never sleep with the high-rate crimes being committed.
“Whatever it is you plan on doing, don’t.”
The deep voice scared me, making me jump five feet up in the air as I turned around to see the Batman himself in the flesh, and holy shit is he tall. Towering over me, I backed up to only hit the car.
“I.. Uh.. I wasn’t goin’ to.. D-do anythin’, Batman..” I stumbled on my words, not knowing exactly what to say.
He looked at me with a concerned look, now noticing that I’m the missing child who’s “body” was found a few months prior to this. “You’re the missing child, aren’t you? The one police thought found your body? Gerard Smith?”
I froze from that name. Nobody’s called me that in months. It’s always been ‘Kid’, ‘brat’, ‘boy’, or sometimes my prefered nickname, ‘G’. I nod in response. “Yea.. That’s me.. Please, for the love of God, don’t tell the police.”
“They need to know that you’re still alive, Gerard. Your mother and siblings were so devastated by this. You need to go back to your family. They care for you.”
I scoffed, “No. They don’t care. All she did was mock and abused me. Just like Tobin.”
“Tobin Smith. My ‘Father’. He doesn’t even deserve that title. He’s the one who I defended myself from a few months back.. I will never go back.”
I don’t like being interrogated like this about those people who have given me Hell for the past 14/15 years. I had to leave. I just wish I took my twin and baby brother. I was the one who was supposed to protect them from Hell. But now I’m “dead”.
“You can’t pull this forever. You’ll have to go back to someone.” His voice was deep and filled with worry.
“I can’t. And I won’t. I appreciate your concern, but no. I am not goin’ back to her. I’ll be fine on my own. And no, I don’t have any other relatives to go to in Gotham, so don’t even ask.”
“There’s obviously no reason to get you to budge on this. Are you at least hungry?”
I shook my head at first, but my stomach growled the truth to his question. Snitch.
“C’mon. I’ll get you something to eat.”
And that’s how it started. Just his offer of food and the next thing I know it was a big room, comfortable bed, and a better lifestyle with education and peace of mind.
Until he gave me the outfit. The Robin costume. It was the second-best thing that has happened in my life aside from him taking me in. I was so excited to try it on and getting excited about the whole experience. The outfit held a big responsibility and meaning before I got it. SO much training, so many hours so I can actually help Batman with crime and beating up the bad guys. It took a year and four months when he gave me the outfit.
“This is the best!” It was so amazing! I felt so free! No worries or cares in the world! Except for obviously keeping in check with Batman himself. And not to bump into anybody in the process of my excitement.
“Whoa, there, Bluejay! Not so fast, you’ll knock out the wrong guys!” Nightwing told me, laughing at my fast energy. Dick Grayson. The first Robin. The amazing Nightwing. He’s an amazing friend and older brother since Bruce adopted me.
I gave him a toothy smile, “I’m just so excited! My first patrol with you and Batman!”
“Calm down, Robin. Nothing to get excited about.” Red Robin’s voice chimed in, and I see him working on the Batcomputer for a case he’s working on for Bruce. Tim Drake. The third Robin. Intelligent Red Robin. I use to laugh at his name cause of the restaurant and even wanted to take him to the restaurant to play with him. But after he saved my ass from Bruce, cause I failed a maths test, I owed him big time and stopped making fun of him, but still sing the tune to him when he pisses me off.
“Where’s Bruce? I’m so ready for this!” I couldn’t contain my excitement and looked at the door when he walks through.
“Get ready. He’s out there killing again.” His rough voice called out.
I cock my head like a lost puppy, “Who?”
“Joker. We need to hurry. He’s throwing laughing gas bombs in the city. So we’ll be wearing masks to help us not get exposed to it. But stay close to me, Robin.” He looks at me and I nod.
“Yes, sir!” I smiled at him and he heads to the Batmobile, Dick and Tim following suit and walked to their motorcycle. I hopped into the Batmobile, and we all rode off to the darkened city of Gotham for one Hell of a night.
This is it! If you guys liked this, I’ll post the second part! (I’ve written both parts for the past three days)
