Robin Spencer The other Robin the girl wonder in Alone
Robin Spencer The other Robin the girl wonder in Alone
“Christ I’m so fuck’n bored. Common a syrup factory…Ya got to be kidding me. Some 4th of July this is turning out to be.” The black caped figure groaned in teenage protest as the colorful plumes of fireworks erupted over the Gotham bay roughly a half mile away.
“Shhh, Robin.” Batgirl chastised raising a finger to her charcoal painted lips and casting a stern gaze. “You know surveillance is part of the job.” She’s got no patience she thought trying to block out her young partners grumbling. “Besides if Crowley sticks to his MO well…” Batgirl cut herself off feelings of regret and loss suddenly stirred in the pit of her stomach. Damn I still miss you Dick. She forced the emotions aside remembering how Crowley AKA The Joker had put a gun to Dick Grayson’s head three years earlier. Batgirl looked to the nineteen year old who was now nudging twig with her boot tip. The bright moon light illuminated the frustrated youth revealing short brown and black bed head styled hair with traces of violet and red highlights. A black mask with jagged points that ran to the middle of her cheeks granted the teen a dangerous predatory facial appearance. A crimson, short sleeve, turtleneck leotard with yellow X stitching that ran from her navel to just under her neck was worn over a black body glove. The swaddling wet look material highlighted the teenage girls fit and toned athletic body. Batgirl stared at the black patch and the crude slash stitched R over the new Robin’s left breast. “She’s got some big boots to fill.” The twenty four year old vigilante muttered to herself turning her attention back to the recently abandoned factory. She had chosen a good perch. The hill the two heroines had stationed themselves on offered a full field of view of the lit factory grounds. A buzz in Batgirl’s cowl alerted her to an incoming call. “Here take these.” She ordered, passing the binoculars to a very anxious Robin. “Take over for a bit. Batman is calling…”
“Oh. The secured line again.” Robin interrupted snatching the binoculars away. “Ya know I’m on the Bat Pack to. You guys have been treating me with kid gloves for the last week”
“You have never faced a psychotic killer like….just watch the damn building.” Batgirl hissed as she walked away keying a receiver hidden in her belt.
“Yeah yeah.” The teen grumbled to herself raising the binoculars. Calm down girl. Barbra is just nervous and I don’t think I’ve ever seen Batman so well vengeful or short tempered… “Holy…” Robin blinked her eyes as the figure snuck into the factory. Bat…Oh shit…Bats I think it him…” She yelp excitedly dropping the binoculars and sprinting down the hill.
“The hell. Come back here…” Batgirl shouted. “She’s going in…Bruce get here quick oh god like fucking yesterday.” Her voice trembled.
“Shhh, Robin.” Batgirl chastised raising a finger to her charcoal painted lips and casting a stern gaze. “You know surveillance is part of the job.” She’s got no patience she thought trying to block out her young partners grumbling. “Besides if Crowley sticks to his MO well…” Batgirl cut herself off feelings of regret and loss suddenly stirred in the pit of her stomach. Damn I still miss you Dick. She forced the emotions aside remembering how Crowley AKA The Joker had put a gun to Dick Grayson’s head three years earlier. Batgirl looked to the nineteen year old who was now nudging twig with her boot tip. The bright moon light illuminated the frustrated youth revealing short brown and black bed head styled hair with traces of violet and red highlights. A black mask with jagged points that ran to the middle of her cheeks granted the teen a dangerous predatory facial appearance. A crimson, short sleeve, turtleneck leotard with yellow X stitching that ran from her navel to just under her neck was worn over a black body glove. The swaddling wet look material highlighted the teenage girls fit and toned athletic body. Batgirl stared at the black patch and the crude slash stitched R over the new Robin’s left breast. “She’s got some big boots to fill.” The twenty four year old vigilante muttered to herself turning her attention back to the recently abandoned factory. She had chosen a good perch. The hill the two heroines had stationed themselves on offered a full field of view of the lit factory grounds. A buzz in Batgirl’s cowl alerted her to an incoming call. “Here take these.” She ordered, passing the binoculars to a very anxious Robin. “Take over for a bit. Batman is calling…”
“Oh. The secured line again.” Robin interrupted snatching the binoculars away. “Ya know I’m on the Bat Pack to. You guys have been treating me with kid gloves for the last week”
“You have never faced a psychotic killer like….just watch the damn building.” Batgirl hissed as she walked away keying a receiver hidden in her belt.
“Yeah yeah.” The teen grumbled to herself raising the binoculars. Calm down girl. Barbra is just nervous and I don’t think I’ve ever seen Batman so well vengeful or short tempered… “Holy…” Robin blinked her eyes as the figure snuck into the factory. Bat…Oh shit…Bats I think it him…” She yelp excitedly dropping the binoculars and sprinting down the hill.
“The hell. Come back here…” Batgirl shouted. “She’s going in…Bruce get here quick oh god like fucking yesterday.” Her voice trembled.
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Re: Robin Spencer The other Robin the girl wonder in Alone
Sounds good so far! I like that she is only 19.....myself being 20 of course so that's hot!
Can't wait to read more
Tina
Can't wait to read more
Tina
Re: Robin Spencer The other Robin the girl wonder in Alone
Hey just merged your comments with the story, welcome to the board!
Yes Supergirl, that's right its a necklace for you....What's the matter you don't like Kryptonite?
Re: Robin Spencer The other Robin the girl wonder in Alone
there is more to come just working it out.
Re: Robin Spencer The other Robin the girl wonder in Alone
Panting Robin crouched low making use the shadows as she looked for security cameras or any signs of movement from behind a dumpster. That’s strange. I thought this place was shut down? She thought biting her lower lip puzzled by the hum emanating from the factory. She snapped her head looking over her shoulder sensing the movement behind her. Two penetrating green eyes stared at her from behind the cowl. Robin shrugged expecting an ass chewing for her reckless dash but the black clad heroine simply scowled and rudely brushed by the teen and peered around the dumpster. Oh yeah, she’s pissed. Pushups and lecture when this is all said n done. The youth thought with a sigh as her redheaded mentor crept back and turned.
“Did you see anything else?” Batgirl asked in a hushed hostile tone. Robin shook her head. “How about the security guards? Ohhh wait that’s right you were to busy piss’n and moaning to pay attention.” The dark damsel raised a finger to Robin’s face fighting the urge to vent on her. Batgirl closed her eyes calming herself. “Robin.” She said calmly. “This is not the night to try and prove yourself to me or Batman. The Joker isn’t some lowlife gangbanger. He’s a stone cold killer. The nut robs banks not for the cash but to find his next victim. Why the hell else would someone hold up a crowded bank for a freaking quarter!” She peered around the dumpster again. “Thanks to you he might know we are here now and” A muffled scream cut through the night air.
“The security guy?” Robin’s voice quivered, Batgirl looked to the ground as though affirming. Robin moved closer to look over her mentor’s shoulder.
The pried open door was before them but other than the dull yellowish light little could be seen beyond the entry. A few yards to the doors left was a steel latter bolted to the grey concrete wall leading to the story and a half roof. Batgirl’s voice was dark and business like in its tone as she again spoke. “Batman is on his way here but, God I don’t like this. But there is another guard in there.” She looked to Robin. “We have to go in. I can’t let that bastard kill another when I’m sitting right outside. This is what we do.” She whispered in Robin’s ear pointing to the latter.
Moments later the caped crimson and black clothed vigilante was standing on the roof placing the lock picks back into her utility belt waiting for Batgirl’s tone or signal to sound in her tiny ear piece. “Finally.” She mouthed, cautiously stepping though the jimmied door and slowly sneaking down the metal steps. The creak of her every step caused her stomach reel in anticipation as she bravely moved onward. This is your chance Robin Spencer. This is your chance to be the new Robin! Don’t let them down! Don’t fuck up! She thought reinforcing her confidence reflecting on how Batgirl had brought her to the Wayne estate and how by accident the then seventeen year old orphan discovered Bruce Wayne’s and Barbra Gordon’s secret. She crept closer to the last stair tread. A strange breath trembled out of her. No more cutting my teeth on street thugs and wanna be’s. This is the big league tonight.
“Did you see anything else?” Batgirl asked in a hushed hostile tone. Robin shook her head. “How about the security guards? Ohhh wait that’s right you were to busy piss’n and moaning to pay attention.” The dark damsel raised a finger to Robin’s face fighting the urge to vent on her. Batgirl closed her eyes calming herself. “Robin.” She said calmly. “This is not the night to try and prove yourself to me or Batman. The Joker isn’t some lowlife gangbanger. He’s a stone cold killer. The nut robs banks not for the cash but to find his next victim. Why the hell else would someone hold up a crowded bank for a freaking quarter!” She peered around the dumpster again. “Thanks to you he might know we are here now and” A muffled scream cut through the night air.
“The security guy?” Robin’s voice quivered, Batgirl looked to the ground as though affirming. Robin moved closer to look over her mentor’s shoulder.
The pried open door was before them but other than the dull yellowish light little could be seen beyond the entry. A few yards to the doors left was a steel latter bolted to the grey concrete wall leading to the story and a half roof. Batgirl’s voice was dark and business like in its tone as she again spoke. “Batman is on his way here but, God I don’t like this. But there is another guard in there.” She looked to Robin. “We have to go in. I can’t let that bastard kill another when I’m sitting right outside. This is what we do.” She whispered in Robin’s ear pointing to the latter.
Moments later the caped crimson and black clothed vigilante was standing on the roof placing the lock picks back into her utility belt waiting for Batgirl’s tone or signal to sound in her tiny ear piece. “Finally.” She mouthed, cautiously stepping though the jimmied door and slowly sneaking down the metal steps. The creak of her every step caused her stomach reel in anticipation as she bravely moved onward. This is your chance Robin Spencer. This is your chance to be the new Robin! Don’t let them down! Don’t fuck up! She thought reinforcing her confidence reflecting on how Batgirl had brought her to the Wayne estate and how by accident the then seventeen year old orphan discovered Bruce Wayne’s and Barbra Gordon’s secret. She crept closer to the last stair tread. A strange breath trembled out of her. No more cutting my teeth on street thugs and wanna be’s. This is the big league tonight.
Re: Robin Spencer The other Robin the girl wonder in Alone
hey all don't mean to leave the story hanging but it actually is part of a back story for a much larger project. more is coming