Dick Grayson, You're Such A Dit......Finale

Yes, Dick grayson was a cutey. I only wished he was as smart as he was attractive. He KEPT trying to work himself free of the ropes that held him to the chair he was tied to. It wasn't necessary. All that was required was to remain patient. Alfred would summon the police and the GPS in the utility belt I was wearing would lead him and the police to us.

Now if only Dick would just trust what I told him. But no, there he was almost......oh gosh!......free. I groaned a second later when he was free.

This wasn't good.

Dick untied the ropes around his ankles and bounded over to where I was tied up. I hoped he wouldn't get curious and remove the cowl that hid my identity. I don't know what he would do if he found out I was a girl. A girl dressed as Robin the Boy Wonder.

Dick, upon freeing himself, rushed over to me. Gratefully he didn't mess with my cowl. He instead worked on the ropes tying me while I tried to dissuade him from what he was doing. I just knew he planned that he and I would take on those huge thugs in the other room.

I kept my voice low not wanting the aforementioned huys to know what was going on in the room next to them. "For heavens sake Dick......."

Dick went on as if he didn't hear me. "I'll have you free in a sec. Then we'll even the score with those kidnappers." Dick paused and tilting his head to one side looked at me. "Just who are you anyway?"

I didn't bother answering. Dick was screwing up the whole works. We didn't need to get free. We didn't need to start a donny brook with guys that out numbered us. But Dick being a dit didn't think that way.

I was crime fighter, sure. But being physical didn't always trump intelligence. I was all in favor of a more prudent solution to the situation. And here was Dick Grayson thwarting my carefully thought out plan. So as Dick worked on my bonds I devised another plan.

And Dick wasn't going to like his part in it. Not one bit.

I WANTED the thugs to think we were still both knocked out. I didn't have any desire to duke it out with them. On the other hand my ditty rescuer wanted the opposite.

He HAD to be stopped. And I knew how. I looked at Dick's solid, but sensitive jaw line. I knew he was Robin the Boy Wonder. And I knew, like all of us crime fighters, he had a glass jaw. When he came to he wasn't going to like that he had been knocked out. Especially if it was a girl that knocked him out. But, sigh, a girl has to do what she has to do. Besides, I reasoned, he had no idea it was a girl pretending to be him, now did he?

Dick had me free and stepped back in triumph so satisfied with himself that you could cut it with a butter knife.

I stood up and, "Sorry", slugged him on the chin with a right hook. I caught him as he sagged forward. I didn't want the thugs to hear Dick crashing to the floor with a thud. He was heavy but holding him under the arms I dragged him back to the chair he had escaped from. I quietly tied him back up just as he had been up tied before.

I returned to my chair and bound my ankles again. I tied the rope that had held my right wrist around the arm of the chair. Loosely. Then I bound my left wrist back to the chair. Finally I sid my right hand under the loose ropes so, if you didn't look close, it looked as if it was tied securely.

I took one last look over at Dick who was out cold and all that was left to do now was wait.

Twenty minutes later there was a loud disturbance in the next room, and Alfred soon emerged from the room that was now filled with police.

Alfred glanced at Dick, then freed me. "Is he alright?"

"Just knocked out. I had to knock him out so he wouldn't mess up my plan."

"Goodness," Alfred said. :he is headstrong."

"He's a dit," I said in reply. "A complete dit. But a cute one," I added. "Now get me out of here before he comes to and starts to wonder who I really am."

Alfred agreed. "He would be very embarrassed."

"Now wouldn't he," I said as Alfred led me out a side door.

THE END.