A/N: Luizals requested that I do a sequel to Genuine Genius back in January of 2014. I got a Guest review 11 days ago that reminded me that I had a half-written sequel stored somewhere in my One Drive. I tracked it down and was like, "eh, what the heck? I'll stat posting it and continue writing as it goes along."

Dickie-Bird is ten in this one. It's set a little over a year after the end of Genuine Genius. If you haven't read Genuine Genius, I suggest you do, but I think you can manage without reading it.

Did you know that if you look up synonyms for "Boy Wonder" you get "Genius"? And if you look up a synonym for "Genius" you get "Brilliance"? I didn't! (P.S. I'm not in love with this story title, so if you have any title ideas with alliteration that mimic the title "Genuine Genius," I'd love to hear them.)

Anyways, enjoy! I don't own anything DC Universe! I hope you like it, and please review!

Chapter One: System Failure

^Bruce's POV^

I quietly stepped into my ward's bedroom. It was 4:30 in the morning, but the Watchtower's computer system had some kind of bug in it, and Richard was the only one who could fix it, since he was the one who created it and all.

As lightly as I could I shook the boy's shoulder. He moaned, turned onto his other side, and continued to sleep peacefully. I tried a little harder, this time calling out to the young boy.

"Dickie, c'mon, wake up buddy." Dick groaned and once again turned.

"Bruce, I'm tired. I thought we already finished patrol for the night. Like, two hours ago!" I nodded.

"We did, but I need you in the Watchtower." At that, Dick suddenly bolted upright in his bed.

"The Watchtower?" He asked with worry shining in his bright blue eyes. I chuckled. I always thought it was funny that Dick found such pride in his creations. It was something to be proud of, that was for sure, but still, it was humorous how much the boy cared when one of his inventions suddenly stopped working correctly. It was always like a piece of him, and if it stopped functioning he also couldn't function until it was fixed. Especially the Watchtower which has so far been his greatest creation. The boy practically jumped out of his bed and ran with me down to the cave.

"So what's wrong with it?" The ten year old boy asked, worry clearly present in his tone of voice.

"We don't know. Something in the systems." Dick seemed to consider this for a moment.

"The systems huh? I made an update to the systems five weeks ago. Why would it start having problems now? It's a new enough system that it shouldn't be having problems, and it's been in place long enough that all the bugs have been worked out for several weeks. There shouldn't be a problem!" He sounded almost angry now as he emerged from the cave changing rooms, his domino mask plastered to his face and his cape flowing out behind him with small flapping noises as he stormed towards the Zeta tubes.

"Did someone do something to it?" He asked, turning to look at me with a glare. "You didn't try to update the systems yourself, did you? Because Batman, I thought we already agreed that your 'updates' couldn't compare to my systems."

"I didn't touch it," I told him, annoyance slipping into my voice. At one point about half a year ago I'd gotten jealous that my protégé seemed to be so much better at inventing extraordinary pieces of technology and was somehow better with all computer systems of the world than I was. The only computer I was better at was the Pack-Man console I kept in my office at Wayne Towers, and he quickly surpassed me in skill there as well. I could guarantee that he was so much better with technology because I let him hang out with Lucius too much. Lucius had always been my inventor, the one who I went to when I needed a new toy. Letting Dick play with him in the labs quickly turned into Richard being just as good of an inventor as Lucius, if not better. The other scientists that hung around the lab loved the kid too, and often helped him learn everything that they were specialized in as well.

Basically though, when I got a bit jealous a few months ago, I tried to work on the Watchtower computer systems myself, to prove that I was as tech savvy as Robin was. The results were disastrous.

Robin pulled me from my thoughts with another question as we materialized in the space station. "Was it Flash then? Did he download another game made in China?" Flash had once downloaded a game that China had made to hack into American systems whenever it was downloaded. Instead some Chinese somewhere were surprised to find they had accessed some space station they hadn't known existed. We got them put in jail and Robin purged the systems until the spyware was gone.

"No, I don't think it was Flash," I said just as a red blur streaked by and stopped behind us. The two of us turned to face the scarlet speedster.

"You don't think what was me? Because I swear I didn't do anything this time! Unless you're referring to… um, never mind, what is it?" Flash rambled at high speeds for a few more seconds before being silenced by my signature Bat-glare and a miniature version from my partner.

"The systems," Robin stated simply.

"Oh yeah, it's totally out of whack. I tried to use the elevator, and it took me to the opposite side of the tower! What gives?!" His high-speed rambling was once again silenced by a Bat-glare and a half.

Robin turned on his heels and stormed towards the central control before changing his mind and heading to the computer room.

"So elevator lifts are effected too? What else has been happening?"

"Well, doors open and close whenever they feel like. The shower water changes temperatures faster than even I can step out of the shower, and so does the room temperatures. One room will be impossibly hot and another below freezing! And when I go to the kitchen, the appliances are going crazy!" Robin considered the speedster's words carefully.

"Hmm… okay, so what about those who work in central control and monitor the station and news channels, the frequencies and stuff. How have the monitors and data bases been responding?" Robin cocked an eyebrow my way.

"Not good," Is all I say in response to his question. He rolls his eyes under the mask.

"I'll ask the Martian. He had watch this week, right?" I glare at him a little. He technically isn't supposed to know such things, but I push the thought aside for later. "Flash, can you go get J'onn? Tell him to meet me in the computer room in five, if he can." Flash nodded, said something too fast for me to understand, and sped away.

Robin stepped into the computer room and began searching through the systems on a touch console. He stepped over to a keyboard and typed away for a few minutes before pulling up holographic screens that held lines of computer coding. It reminded me of the Matrix, different numbers and characters flashing by at high speeds.

"The system controls are all jacked up too. It makes it much harder to search what I'd like. It reminds me of the time I took all the plastic keys off of your secretary's work computer keyboard and rearranged them anywhere they would fit. When your secretary came in she was so confused she called maintenance and the guy that came just kind of stared at the keyboard for a while. I thought it was funny then, but having it happen to my computer systems doesn't have very much appeal to it." He scoffed and continued to type, an angry frown slowly growing more intense on his face.

After a few more minutes and my partner becoming completely pissed off, the Martian finally arrived.

"Robin, the Flash told me you requested my presence," J'onn said politely as he fazed through the wall and landed on the ground besides Robin. The alien took one look at Robin and became worried. "Is everything alright? You are angry."

'Isn't that kind of obvious?' I thought to myself. Leave it to Martian Manhunter to point out the obvious.

"Yeah, fine, it's just my systems are totally screwed up, and It's really frustrating. What kind of disturbances have you been seeing in central control?"

J'onn considered for a moment. "Well, I suppose that sometimes while attempting to access files they do not open, but if I wait a few minutes and try again, they are once again accessible." Robin nodded.

"That's… strange." A contemplative look crossed his face as he concentrated, his mind no doubt going through all the possible causes.

"What kind of files where you looking at when this happened?" I asked, trying to get a hold on what all was affected.

"The camera feeds, Zeta beam activation records, and I believe one personnel file."

"Who's?" Robin asked for me, still typing on the holographic keyboards.

"I believe it was yours, Robin. When personnel transport to the tower, their folder is to be automatically checked each time. Batman's opened without trouble, but yours did not respond." Robin stopped typing for a moment, Martian's words and pictures on the screen making something click in his mind.

"The blueprints have been accessed," Robin stated with concern. "Have you opened that file Martian? Only those with really high access can look at the blueprints I keep stored here."

J'onn shook his head. "I have not accessed those files recently."

"Neither have I," I said. "The only four with access to them are the three of us and Superman." Robin nodded and typed on the holograms again. A radio wave was activated and soon Superman appeared on the screen.

"Robin? Why are you calling me, and from the tower of all places?" He sounded a little angry to be bothered by a child. I stepped forward to stand by Robin.

"Clark, have you accessed the blueprint files held in the Watchtower systems any time recently?" I asked in place of my partner. Superman was a big Boy Scout, but when it came to children he often became annoyed quickly. I've never liked the tone he used towards Robin. Sometimes they got along, but usually it sounded like Clark was scolding him without just cause. I wasn't worried about it, I just don't like it.

Superman sat back a little in whatever chair he was in, regaining a bit of his professionalism after seeing I was around. "No, I haven't accessed any of the Watchtower's files in over a week. It's Martian's week to watch the base, so I haven't been there much. Especially not in the files. Why?"

I nodded my thanks, then went to shut off the feed before Robin stopped me. I looked at my partner and was concerned to see that he had palled a considerable amount.

"Robin, is something wrong?" J'onn asked for me, worry evident in his voice. Superman leaned forward in his chair, also becoming a little concerned.

"I…" Robin started, but paused to take a breath before continuing. "I, think the Watchtower's systems have been infiltrated purposefully." He said, still looking uneasy.

"By who?" Superman demanded. Robin looked up at the screen which Clark was glaring down at him from.

By speaking one name, Robin changed the entire focus of all present.

"Lex Luthor."

A/N: Duh du DUHN! So yeah, Lex is trying to get Robin again. For those of you who don't know about the first time he kidnapped Robin, you should read the first story in this series, Genuine Genius. This is the sequel, like I've said before. No, you don't HAVE to read the first one, but it could help.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter!

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