Dick is following me everywhere. He's so cute! But I wish it was Jason.

I couldn't call the Joker if I wanted to because Dick is always hovering. This big strong protector bit is sweet, but getting old fast.

I might call the Joker just out of spite.

I spent a fun day playing secret agent, trying to duck Dick. He met me outside school (we don't even go to the same school) and we had lunch. I gave him the slip on the pretext of homework. Then I went to the park and there he was. Slipped away again and found myself trapped at home. Ordered Chinese for dinner. I wanted fajitas but you can't get any decent Mexican food in Gotham. Steph and Celia are working tonight.

Someone's outside. Joker?

Well. I'm not supposed to know, but it was Robin and I assume Batman. Robin's little costume is awfully bright. Batman and Batgirl are harder to see. Robin doesn't seem to belong to their little family. I must research his history.

Why is Robin watching me?…

Well, I am blunt. I hit Dick in the chest today. Hurt him more than it should have.

Waiting for dark.

Watching Robin right now. He's about my age. Dark hair. Built like Dick. Moves like Dick. I feel like such a double agent.

Double agent feels betrayed.

Daylight, and here is Dick. He offered to buy me lunch. I offered to let him tell me why. He said he likes me. He asked if he could kiss me.

Bull, Dick Grayson. You are a liar.

I did it. I called the number. I'm going home and I feel oddly pleased about it. No, the word is fulfilled. Filled full. Not empty anymore.