AN: Hey guys, I should be working on some other stories but I've been working on this one for a while so I hope you like it. Leave a review if you feel like it, you'll make me smile!
I do not own Young Justice, oh and does anyone know why we cannot chose a character of Dick/Robin just Nightwing?
It was a cool spring day when Dick Grayson found himself roaming around the shadier parts of Gotham. Now, if his family was anywhere near normal, he would be running away from his current position as fast as his little feet could carry him, but of course he wasn't normal. Dick knew that he could handle anyone who decided to bother him, but his nerves were still jumping. He was on his first solo mission so he couldn't afford to mess this up.
Dick had walked for a few hours already when three men suddenly came up behind him. They called out to him to stop, the one in front was tall to the young boy at around six four, his black hair fell haphazardly around his shoulders and his dark green eyes would have bored holes in Dick's skull if he were Superman. He was the first to speak, "Hey kid, where you goin'?"
"Places." Dick shrugged before attempting to step around the men.
"What's a kid like you doin' goin' places on your own 'round here?" The second man drawled, this one had medium length greasy black hair and his breath smelt like something was rotting in there.
"I ran away from home, get out of my way." Dick told them.
"We have a place you can stay kid, come on." The other two men went behind Dick to make him follow their apparent leader.
"Where are we going?" The young acrobat asked.
"Our place," One of the guys behind Dick told him vaguely. "Hey kid what's your name?"
"My dad always called me a Dick."
"Alright Dick, let's get in my car here and then we'll head over to our place." The first guys ordered walking up to a black van. He opened the side of the cliché vehicle to reveal a kid straining to get to the door.
"Uh, I got to go." Dick said quickly, making a lame attempt to get out of the area and running straight into guy number three.
"No you don't, get in there." The guy shoved the young kid into the van followed closely by the second guy. Dick found two other kids in the back, chained to the side of the car. One was cowering in the corner; he had to be only seven or eight, tears were streaming down his face unchecked and his short blond hair stood up awkwardly when he lifted his head. The other boy was older, maybe around twelve or thirteen and was pulling on his chains valiantly despite the blood dripping from his wrists. Dick was put next to the struggling red head and found his green eyes glazed over with pain and a grimace on his face. Once the guy had Dick 'securely' chained he whacked the struggling boy upside his head telling him, "Stop you can't get out."
Dick had to hide a smirk as the older boy stuck his tongue out at the man. The man just went to the front of the van to talk to the other men. Dick looked over at the other boy, he felt like he knew him from somewhere. "Hi."
"Hello." The boy returned the greeting, his voice betraying how much his wrists were hurting.
"You should stop that; you can't get out that way unless you broke your thumbs." Dick informed him, at the quizzical look the boy shot him he added, "I saw it on TV."
"Well I have to do something; my Uncle will be looking for me." The boy said stubbornly.
"Where'd you get caught?"
"Somewhere around where you were, my family was walking around the city and my Uncle and I smelt some food around the corner. While he was paying for it those guys surprised me and took me into this van." The boy explained.
"I'm guessing you're not from around here." Dick stated. "I'm Dick."
"Wally, how'd you get nabbed?" The boy, Wally, had finally stopped pulling on the chains.
"I ran away and was stupid enough to let them surround me." Dick shrugged.
"Why aren't you trying to get away?" Wally asked.
"It's not worth it to get worked up, someone will get us eventually."
"I guess, but I'm not good with waiting. Where are they taking us anyway?"
"Probably some abandoned warehouse, everyone in Gotham uses the same hideouts. You'd think they would learn." Sure enough, a few minutes later the three boys were unloaded and led into an old warehouse. They were thrown into a small, dark room filled with the sounds of whimpering boys before the door was slammed behind their backs. Dick led Wally to the back of the room, skillfully dodging all the boys sprawled across the floor by sound alone.
"Where are we going?" Wally asked.
"Away from the door, we don't want to be the first those guys get to when they come back." Dick whispered, trying to not scare the other kids in the room. The two sat down in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall and each other.
"So what now?"
"Now we wait for someone to save us." Dick said. He reached into his pocket to activate the transmitter hidden in the fabric.
"Who's going to come?" Wally muttered dejectedly.
"Batman won't let them get away with this." The young vigilante told him.
"Batman? The Flash is way cooler, he'll save us first." Wally challenged loudly.
"You forget, this is Batman's city, why would Flash be here? Anyway, Batman is much cooler." Dick argued.
"No way, Flash can run around the world!"
"But Batman can take down people like the Joker!"
"You're forgetting the coolest superhero of all, Superman." One of the other kids in the room said quietly testing if they would mind the objection.
"No, Green Lantern is the best!" Another one said. Soon everyone was arguing about which superhero was best and they were able to forget a little bit about their current predicament. In the dark, Dick was smiling, proud of himself for turning a room full of scared kids into a heated discussion on something everyone knew about.
"Who's the worst villain?" Dick asked after the conversation died down.
"Count Vertigo!"
"That monkey dude!"
"Joker!"
"Poison Ivy!"
"Those ice people!"
"There are tons of ice people, which one?"
"I don't know." Soon it turned into a talk about the names of all the different ice villains in the world.
"Guys, I think someone's coming." One boy near the door said, quieting everyone instantly.
…..
Bruce was sitting in the Bat-cave, anxiously waiting for a signal from his little bird. To say he was nervous would be an understatement; Dick had become Robin almost a year ago and he wasn't sure sending Dick off on his own was the best idea. A burst of wind knocked the Dark Knight out of his thoughts; he turned around simultaneously pulling his cowl over his worried eyes. "What do you want Flash?"
"Someonestolemynephew!" Flash yelled as he paced around the cave.
"Slow down and say that again." Batman sighed.
"I was downtown and someone stole Wally!" Flash explained stopping in front of Batman, his body vibrating.
"Why were you here in the first place?" Batman asked.
"Wally's father had business in Gotham and he brought the whole family, so I tagged along. I didn't want Wally to get into any trouble. He was right behind me and when I turned around he was gone!" Flash started pacing again.
"There have been a string of incidents similar to yours. They don't seem to have any preference as to who they take as long as they're male, so far ten boys not including Wally have been taken." Batman told him.
"Then why aren't you doing anything about it?" The speedster demanded.
"I am, I am working on this situation as we speak." Batman informed his worried friend.
"How, you are sitting here talking to me. I know you're the greatest detective but even you would be busy if you were actually looking into it!" Flash yelled.
"Despite what it may seem, I am working on it. My partner is undercover and is working on infiltrating the kidnapper's base." Batman told the worried speedster.
"You're partner? You mean Robin?" Flash asked, at the Dark Knight's nod he exploded, "You sent your sidekick by himself to get kidnapped!"
"He is more than capable of handling himself." Bruce told him just as much as he told himself. "Once he gets to the other kids he'll activate a tracer and then I'll go get them."
"I'm coming."
"No you're not; you'll just slow me down."
"You're forgetting who you're talking to. Besides my sidekick's in there too, I'm going."
"I know exactly who I'm talking to, you'll slow me down." Bruce growled, then added as a side note, "Wally might not like being called a sidekick soon you should get used to the idea of having a partner. Dick and I had that conversation a while ago, he was very adamant about it."
"Wally's not like that."
"Oh you'd be surprised." At that point a loud beeping filled the cave.
"Where's the bomb?"
"It's the tracer I gave Dick. He's in the warehouse district." Flash darted out of the cave, but came back before Bruce could get into the Bat-mobile.
"Where is that?"
"Get in, you aren't rushing off just to run into a trap or alert them that we are there." Flash sighed but hopped into the car just before it sped out of the cave.
