[b]Dutch Hill
Gotham City
6:46 PM[/b]

A soft rap at the door drew me away from my reading. I placed the tablet on the coffee table and crossed through the living room and into the foyer 

"Dick," I said as I opened the door. "Come on in."

Dick Grayson. As my war on crime progressed and escalated, it became more and more obvious that I needed some kind of help in my vigilante activities. No matter how hard I pushed myself, I could never be everywhere all the time.There's nobody I trusted who could be an adequate fit for the position. Alfred was too old, Gordon too engrained in the system to ever fully act out of it. Enter Dick Grayson, a curious teenager obsessed with Batman. That obsession led to him Oracle, a yet unidentified hacker I've been trying to get a handle on for quite sometime. Dick and Oracle worked together and ran back the string on the Batman, discovering Bruce Wayne at the end. Instead of being mad, I was impressed. Gotham Police, federal agents, and criminals had all been trying to find me and it was a teenager that did it. Dick, the son of a homicide detective, had the makings of a good detective partnered with a freaky acrobatic ability. Instead of blowing him off, I made him an offer. A partnership that works more like an apprenticeship

We walked wordlessly through the house, going down into the basement and not speaking until going through the locked electromagnetic door. I sat down in front of my computer and leaned back in the chair.

"I got your message. You wanted to speak, what's on your mind?"