Today was your day off from Castle work. You were home for the first time in what felt like forever baking your cheese and Olive breads. Reading by your window. Existence was peaceful. Until the heir to the throne Dick Grayson was hang upside down from outside your widow. He gave you quite a shock that you almost flew backwards in your seat. He had know your secret for a month now. He still wouldn’t leave you alone. You were not a human but in fact a unicorn in human shape.