Trying. Nothing came to me, though. I knew where I was, more or less. And again, it's not where I was supposed to be. I should be... um... merde. Agai.... I didn't know where I should be, only that this wasn't it.I sat up and looked for the room phone. Nothing. No phone? That was curious. This was definitely not a hotel. I started to wonder if I was locked in.I rose and walked to the door. I turned the latch and the knob, and gently pulled the door open. No problems there. I poked my head out,. When this began I was plain ordinary Robin, the Boy Wonder aka DickGrayson, a 17 year old boy. I accompanied Joan and Jayna in the combatsimulator room at the Hall of Justice. I know many forms of selfdefense suited to women and Joan being brand new to being a woman coulduse some training. I knew the techniques well enough to coach them. Myonly handicap was that many of them also relied on the different centerof gravity and body mass distribution that women have naturally so Icould not. He was in a small room with concrete walls. There were pipes running along the ceiling. He had the feeling that he was in a basement somewhere. The oppressive quiet, an almost complete absence of noise, suggested that he was in an abandoned building.He tried to move and then realized he was tied to a chair with his arms handcuffed behind his back. His hands felt swollen and throbbed in time with his heartbeat. The cuffs were too tight. His ankles were tied to the legs of the chair. It was a. I don't have a warm and cuddly reputation with Allied's office girls. As senior secretary on the 12th floor, I was responsible for enforcing discipline. I grabbed my sandwich and mourned for my coleslaw once more. I gave the girls the eye as I turned and clacked my way out of the room and to my cube. They wisely didn't return the look.I wolfed down my sandwich and rehearsed my introduction once more. I'd been told that my interview would last 10 minutes, not a minute longer. Informally, I'd.