August 16, 0245h

	The lift from the hangar level stopped, but Batman did not move to exit.  
Instead he said, "Go home."
	"What?" Robin blustered.  "You aren't going back out there without - "
	"Lucius is going to need Tim Drake at that meeting tomorrow.  You should 
seem rested and ready to work."
	"Batman, Dick is -"
	"The hospital would call Barbara.  Barbara would call Bruce and Dinah.  No 
one would think to call anyone else yet.  As far as you know, nothing has 
happened tonight."
	Tim blinked.  The cover story.  He was talking about the cover story.  
Batman was talking about the cover story in those impossibly logical tones that 
Tim couldn't argue against even though every fiber of him screamed he was wrong.  
He opened his mouth and then shut it again.  
	Batman showed no indication of leaving the lift until he knew he would be 
obeyed.
	"What are you going to do?" Tim finally asked, giving in.
	Now Batman moved, stepping out of the lift in the direction of the 
Batmobile on it's turntable.  "The press will need an accident site."
	Robin started and began to step forward.  "Wait, Batman -"
	Batman halted again, his back imposingly turned to Tim.  "Go home," he 
ordered.
	Tim stared at the straight back beneath the drape of the cape, wanting to 
shake Batman.  Except he knew it wouldn't work.  With a sigh, he hit the lift 
button and let the doors slide shut to take him up a level.  As he moved heavily 
toward the changing area, he heard the squeal of tires as the Batmobile roared 
out of the Cave.  He looked down at the darkly stained uniform on his body, then 
glanced into the locker where his civvies hung, seeming relatively fresh despite 
a day's wear.  "Yeah, Tim," he addressed the clothes bitterly, "as far as you 
know, nothing happened tonight."
	Robin began to strip off his bloodied clothes.