"What do you mean you're going on a date? With who?" Stephanie loudly exclaimed in the middle of dinner one night before patrol.

You choked in the middle of sipping your drink, coughing loudly as the other former Robins stared at you in awe, confusion, and concern. Damian, your adopted (or biological) brother swatted your back to help you.

Yes, you, the youngest of the Robin nest, were going on a date. A date that was supposed to be kept secret from the rest of the Robins. You knew how all of them would react to you going out, especially with being the youngest. Minus Barbara and Stephanie, who just had to loudly exclaim it to all.

"You? Going on a date?" Damian scoffed as he teased you. "Who would want to do that?"

"Don't be mean," Dick said, ruffling Damian hair to make the boy scowl. "This is great. Who are you going out with?"

"And most importantly, why?" Jason asked. "Who said you could go out?"