"Weird," I told him honestly. "And a little scared." I suppose that's to be expected," he told me gently, "considering yoursituation." And what is my... situation?" I asked him, trying to keep my voice steadyand calm. "I'm a mutant, aren't I?"Dr. Haskins nodded at that before answering. "I'm afraid so."I let out a sigh at that, then quietly told him, "The nurse seemed alittle nervous around me..." In fact, he seemed just a little nervousas well, though he was doing a better job of hiding. "So what does it mean?"Damn, Robin thought. He wants an answer on the spot (as usual). Recurringnightmares were nothing new to Bruce Wayne. In his sleep, he'd beenreliving the deaths of his parents and the second Robin for years. Plusbetween Scarecrows psychotropic drugs and Poison Ivy's neuropath enzymesthey'd both dreamt things that would make Rob Zombie pee his pants.Dreaming about being a care free girl that is about to get raped by hismale self was almost a relief in comparison. Still. ”“Oh, that part is all right, except we’re living in sin by not being married. My parents are about as straight arrow as they come. The church and Bible have defined their view of acceptability around this whole topic. I think if they were younger, they’d have more liberal views, but I might be wrong about that too. Their political views are locked in tight too; they vote their party line regardless of who’s running or what the platform is. Why I turned out the way I did is a mystery. Brief note: I declared biochemistry freshman year, couldn't find anything interesting for the next four years, and now am in a biochemistry Ph.D. program. Oh, and I've lost all contact with my college friends. I've got reason to be cynical.By the time we finished telling each other our life stories, the sun was peeking through the branches. After we left the reservoir, we stopped at a café to pick up bagels and some liquid sunshine before she drove me home. We agreed that she would call.