Subject: [OTL]: [Robin] In the Blood [1:11]
Date: Mon, 16 Jul 2001 18:59:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: D Benway <d_benway@yahoo.com>

In The Blood [1:11]
Thursday, June 7

drawn from the vein by Benway

This story borrows some Bat-characters from DC for
not-for-profit use. This story is not recommended for
sensitive or innocent readers.
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There are so many times when I could have stopped. I used to
have a sense of caution. Bruce praised me for it, so often.
It's gone, now, useless to me. Bruce once called me his
conscience. In the last month, I've betrayed almost everyone
I know or love, all in my quest for the truth. The truth
Bruce knows, and wouldn't tell me.

I'm sitting in my car, the one Bruce gave me. It's parked in
his driveway, under the portico. He's inside, waiting for me
to come in.

Maybe he knows that I started using that post office box I
rented in Gotham Vale, the one that we were going to start
using in two weeks for a sting operation. Maybe he's guessed
what I used it for.

It took 85 hours. Half a day to get the specimens there by
UPS, 72 hours for the lab to process them and send the
report back to me. It was a risky thing to do, and we can't
use the box now. Bruce will be furious, but he's brought this
on himself.

I didn't undo the envelope until I stopped the car under the
portico and turned off the engine. I didn't trust myself to
drive after seeing it. I'd already guessed what was in it.

It's all there, in black and white. Four pages of copies of
blots from a set of gel electrophoresis plates. Four columns
on each page. One is marked 'Child'. That's me. One is
marked 'C'. That's my Dad. I knew ours wouldn't match before
I even mailed in the specimens. Mine doesn't match A either,
but it matches B. According to the analysis, there is 99.999%
chance that B is my biological father.

Bruce has a lot of explaining to do.

[next: Saturday, April 28]