I haven't updated like any of my stories for far to long. *sigh*

Normal POV

A small laugh filled the dark Batcave. And you might think this is odd, but some of you may know exactly who this laugh came from.

WELL YOUR WRONG!

Robin, a 13-year-old Dick Grayson, was working on some batarangs he thought he could improve.

So the childish laugh did not come from him.

Robin stood up, his costume on, and looked around. He knew Batman was out. And if the Dark Knight had cone back early, the avian was sure it didn't come from him.

"Who's there?" The Boy Wonder called out, grabbing one of the batarangs in defense.

"It's just me, Robin." A gravelly voice said, and Batman walked out of the shadow. But the Caped Crusader wasn't alone.

The man, who was known to be a work-alone type of guy, was holding hands with a bubbly little toddler.

"Well that's were laugh came from . . ." Robin thought putting the batarang down.

"Why is he here?" Robin said, gesturing to the 3-year-ish looking child. "The Batcave is not for toddlers."

Batman simply continued to walk around, the kid pulling him every which way to see all the cool things in the cave. "I have him for purposes."