Dick Grayson, You're Such A Dit

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He's cute. I have to admit that. And I have to admit I have a bit of a crush on him. In a school girl way. I also know Dick, Dick Grayson is Robin, the Boy Wonder. Batman's youthful sidekick. How I know this? Just do.

He doesn't know I do which is just as well.

I'm Kelli (shhhh...the White Pearl). I'm a crime fighter just like Dick but he doesn't know that either. He's a boy and he's a dit.Clueless as boys are.

But he's cute and I have a crush as I said. I'm fourteen, too young, for the fifteen year old Dick Grayson. Ehhhh? But here we are walking home after school. He's oblivious to my swinging hand just inches away from his. How I long for him to brush it with his, to grasp it. But that's just too much to hope for. So my hand just......swings. Untouched.

I'm not even sure he remembers my name less than that he's walking beside me. We just happen to be on the same sidewalk, heading in the same direction and though he's a dit, he's polite. Accepting of my presence.

I glance at him and my heart thumbs. Dockers, a crew sweater with a white collar peeking out. Gorgeous. So gorgeous.

Me? Short plaid skirt, white cotton blouse, Mary Janes. Nothing that'll set off a teen aged boys hormones. I tuck the blouse tighter into the waist of my skirt pulling the material across my.........bumps! Does he notice? Doubt it after all calling them bumps would be generous. Dick hardly glances my way despite our physical closeness. Yep. I'm gloomy.

Girls are always trying to get his attention. He's a babe. And they don't know, like I do, that he's Robin the Boy Wonder which would make him more alluring. Sigh.

So I should feel I'm lucky, shouldn't I?

And I do until the van, tires squealing stops at the curb just in front of where we are walking. Thugs!!

They're big and they pile out of the van in a blur. We, Dick and I, are both shocked, frozen shocked. I don't know what they look like even after but they are big, and they are nasty looking. Three of them.. And two go right to Dick one grabbing him from behind, pinning his arms to his sides.

"Hey!!!" Dick recovers from his shock and starts to not only protest verbally but to fight. He kicks, squirms and thrashes. But he, despite being a crime fighter, is not all that big. He's only fifteen after all. A boy. besides being a dit. His fight is futile. As the third thug garbs me from behind I watch a second creep step in front of Dick. They had a plan no doubt, no nonsense, be fast. As Dick squirms helplessly in the grip of one, creep two balls his fist and slams Dick on the chin. Dick sags, a sack of limpness and the thug holding him lifts Dicks limp form like a baby and carries him over to the open van and tosses him inside. An unmoving lump.

The thug who knocked Dick out nods to the creep holding me. "Let's go!!"

I'm spun around and all I see is a fist bigger than my head coming at me. My world becomes very, very black. Immediately!!!

Later, much later, I come to and find myself surrounded by uniforms all who are looking down at me. Two are para medics and three are police officers. I sit up a bit woozily and rub my chin with the fingers of one hand. I notice a gurney has been rolled bedside me. "I won't need that. I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" A woman police officer says. "You've been unconscious quite a while."

"No. I'll be okay." I can't tell them that my alter ego is the White Pearl and being a crime fighter I get knocked out by bad people all the time. It goes with the territory.

I look around and see the van is gone which means so is cutie Dick Grayson. . "Dick!! They kidnapped Dick Grayson!!"

"You mean Bruce Wayne's youthful charge?" One of the officers asked.

"Yes. Three men in a van. They jumped us. Knocked him out and," I looked around for emphasize. "they're gone."

I told them all I knew which wasn't much because all I really remembered before being knocked out cold myself was there were three of them and they weren't the kind a girl wants to meet her mother.

After, on the way home, I detoured over to Wayne Manor where the butler, Alfred allowed me in. "Miss Kelli. Mr. Wayne's in Brazil I'm afraid and master Grayson isn't home from school yet.

Dick's not coming home," I offered as gently as I could. "he's been kidnapped I'm afraid. I told Alfred all about it. He, of course, knew Dick was the Boy Wonder.

"This is indeed serious," Alfred said turning white. "Robin is supposed to attend a banquet in his honor and accept an award tonight."

I saw the issue. No Robin and the news all over TV that Dick Grayson had been kidnapped it might be possible to link the two together. One could guess that Dick Grayson and Robin, the Boy Wonder, were one and the same. This was serious but being a resourceful girl I had a plan.

"I'll be back this evening," was all I told Alfred. "Robin will be going to that banquet."

That evening I again returned to stately Wayne Manor that evening and I had Alfred take me up to Dick's room. In the closet hung the familiar garb of Robin the Boy Wonder. I took it off it's hanger. "Can a girl have some privacy, Alfred?" I started to unbutton my blouse.

Alfred sputtered and quickly left the room. I stripped down to my skivvies and, minus my bra, I looked, I'm afraid, very much like a boy under the Robin garb. I had once fooled Catwoman into believing I was none other than Boy Wonder (author's note: see THE GIRL IN BOY WONDER'S CLOTHES). A little of this, a little of that and ta da I could pass for the young crime fighter. When I called Alfred to return it took him a bit to realize hewas looking at Kelli Meyer in Robin's outfit and not Dick Grayson.

"Amazing!!" was all he could say.

That night everything went as planned and I passed myself, successfully, as the Boy Wonder. When I left the banquet, award in hand, no one was the wiser. Including the thugs that accosted me as I passed a dark alley. A quick whap on the head with a blackjack and I was out cold, the award clattering to the pavement as I was carried off.

When I returned to the world of the conscious I found myself in the back of a limo beside a very large, ugly dude. In the front seat behind the steering wheel was a thug just as ugly. Next to the driver was a dapper looking fellow with a thin mustache and an arrogant air about him. The thug beside me was frisking me. THAT brought me fully awake. He hadn't, yet, got to intimate but his hands were getting close and the last thing I wanted was for them to discover I was a girl. That would not be to my advantage and.....well.... it would be embarrassing. Being pawed.......yikes!

"Batman and Robin don't carry weapons," I blurted out pushing the roaming hands away.

"Well, Boy Wonder, happy to meet your acquaintance." A voice siad. "Leave the kid alone, Logan."

I found the lump on the back of my head and massaged it with my fingers. "My pleasure I'm sure. What did ya hit me with? The Brooklyn Bridge?"

"Sorry," Mr. Dapper said. "Couldn't have you making a fuss. It was quicker and easier." After a log pause he got to the point. "We have a friend of yours. Dick Grayson. If Bruce Wayne agrees he can have his young charge back."

"For a price, no doubt." I finished the thought for him.

"Yes. For a price."

So I now knew why Dick had been kidnapped. Dick Grayson's ransom would be hefty. If these bums knew they also had in their grasp, Robin, the Boy Wonder, Dick's life wouldn't be worth a dime. The criminal world would be delighted to eliminate one of their greatest threats. The immediate problem was how to rescue Rob......I mean Dick Grayson? If I was quick I could probably knock out the guy next to me. And maybe even one of the guys in the front seat but there was a blackjack, maybe two, floating around and I didn't like my chances with besting all three of them. I didn't relish another lump on my head.

I assessed the situation. If I was smart maybe I could get them to take me to Dick. I knew the utility belt, Robin's utility belt, the one around my waist had a GPS that would, if he was alert, Alfred, as to where I was every minute. If I didn't come back to Wayne Manor shortly, I hoped Alfred would find, by the GPS, where I was. If I connived myself to be with Dick, Alfred could send the good guys to the rescue. I decided it was worth the risk.

" I want to see Dick Grayson with my own eyes. I want to see that he's alive and healthy." I announced. "I know were not on first name basis but I really, even beyond that, don't trust you guys."

Mr. dapper smiled wickedly. "That hurts my feelings, but, alas, it's understandable."

""Boss," the thug he called Logan who was sitting beside me injected. "We can't have this punk learn where the hide out is."

"Blind fold me," I suggested.

"We don't carry blind folds," Mr. Dapper said flatly. "We're above that. Besides there are other ways a blind fold isn't the answer."

Such as?" I pressed.

"Sound. Smell. Who knows how many other revealing ways a resourceful lad like you might come up with. "

"I'm flattered by the respect." Still I needed time and I needed to have them take me to Dick. These creeps had knocked me out twice already. Hmmmm, I wondered, could the answer to reaching the captured Dick Grayson have something to do with them knocking me out again?