He could never tell Alfred no, that was just an iron clad rule. He sighed some, god he needed a smoke, but like hell he'd let Bruce or Alfred see that.

"Yeah... okay." With that the sound of the bike moving could be heard, as he sped up the driveway. His hood blowing off and catching his hair, a streak of white in the front from the Lazurus pit, but he was a lot bigger than the boy they put in the ground, closer to Bruce's size as the Red Hood had seemed. Of course he rode without a helmet, Robin never wore one.

Stepping off the bike he made his way up towards the door humming an old song to try and calm his nerves.