"Mom have you seen my-" Poking her head into the war zone that was a bedroom, Crystal cut her off. "Whatever it is you're asking about, dear, no. I stopped coming in here when I decided I didn't want to see anything anymore. You're on your own on this one." Puffing her cheeks out in annoyance from her kneeling position on the floor next to her double bed, Stephanie threw back the purple (because of course) sheets to continue her search under the bed.
Yanking several boxes out with force, she dumped them out all over the floor, as Crystal moved along, shaking her head. Among the contents now strewn across her carpet were several 'locked' diaries (who was anyone kidding, those locks never kept anyone out) and a beat up note book.
Curiosity got the better of her.
She had a pretty good idea what would be in diaries.
'My dad sucks, Dean is an a**hole, Robin is cute' maybe even some 'Robin gets to know everything about me, but I don't even know his name. It's ok, I love him though' which, frankly, made her cringe just a bit, but the beat up note book was calling to her. As soon as she flipped it open, and saw written in her own looping handwriting.
'Robin's War Journal. Day One. I made it! I'm in! He called me Robin! Me! It's official!'
Everything inside her ran both hot, then cold in second. The immediate reaction was to snap the book shut. Fling it across the room. Burn it. Anything but to keep holding onto it. However, driven by a strange, almost morbid curiosity, she flicked through the pages again, finding the last page with anything written on it.
'Robin's War Journal. Day Seventy-One. Seventy-One! Three long weeks off duty.'
She couldn't read any further. She remembered the day clearly. She was fired. Again. Looking back now, it was perfectly reasonable. She was told to stay put, Batman had the situation handled. She didn't stay put, and she almost permanently blinded him. Robin for ten weeks, and wasn't even on duty for three of them? He was definitely only humoring her when he told her she was really Robin. Stephanie didn't even count herself as Robin. Looking at the 'War Journal' in her hands, she knew what she had to do.
Slowly pushing herself to her feet, tiptoeing around the minefield that was her bedroom now, whatever she was searching for long forgotten, she scooped up her bag heading for the front door as Crystal peered over the newspaper from the kitchen table. "Back later. Don't worry about my room, I'll fix it later, loveyoubye!" There was an odd nostalgic feeling about trying to be deliberately sneaky in the Batcave, after not having had to break into it for a few years, and being given permission to be there, to use things.
But in this case, she didn't want to be seen, or have to explain herself. Even leaving the Compact well away from the cave and making the entrance on foot was almost like being back in high school. Making the entry, she made a break for the console that housed the Batcomputer, and along with a purple sticky note stuck to the front, left the notebook there, before making her mad dash exit before being caught. In the same looping handwriting, written on the sticky note:
'Put this wherever you put my suits.' ’There's room in our line of work for hope, too.’template credit.