Sorry, I would have gotten this up eariler, but I sort of fell into a depressed sort of state. I don't really want to say why cause it's a stupid reason anyway. But I hope you guys like this anyway. Luate - it means Taken in Romanian.

I don't own young justice or a real life for that matter. Oh well, having no life is fun! :)

Luate

Gotham Academy

Dick worked quietly on his science project. It was his free period and the project was due next period. If he failed the project, he just knew that Bruce would ground him from being Robin. He knew Bruce meant well, but sometimes it got really annoying. Not that he can complain. This is the man that saved him from an orphanage were talking about! He'd do anything for Bruce. Well, most anything. Bruce wanted him to kill someone once, but that was when he was under mind control.

Dick began mixing a few chemicals. Knowing the probability of it actually doing something was about one and one thousand. He was just so distracted. He hadn't slept in at least forty eight hours. And his team kept asking him to spend more time with them. He told them over and over again that he was spending as much time as he could with them. Then there was the fact that he had to go to a charity even tonight. And Bruce made his school life harder still; he put Artemis in this school. He said it was so she could have a better educational experience. It more felt like he was babysitting her.

But above all was the bullying. He hadn't been able to sleep because of them. They had brought up terrible memories about his parents. Making him have nightmares every night. He tried to be as silent as possible when dealing with those nightmares. He didn't want to look weak in front of Bruce. Though the man did help him through all the nightmares, he was pretty sure Bruce was getting tired of it.

Speaking of bullies, "Hey, Grayson," a tall teenager about the age of sixteen or seventeen called out.

"What do you want Taylor?"

"Nothing much circus freak, just wanted to talk to you about showing off in class today."

"So what, all I did was answer the question?"

"And you made me look bad when I couldn't answer it."

"Look, there is a simple answer to your problem, study." Dick said the last words slowly.

"Why you little," Taylor grabbed Dick's tie and pulled him closer to his face. "Listen here, charity case, this is my turf! Got it?"

Dick resisted rolling his eyes. He didn't speak knowing that his snarky remark would only get him in more trouble. "I asked you a question!"

Dick still didn't answer and just sneered at the older boy. "Cameron, Austin, get in here!"

Two more boys came in the room, both cracking their knuckles as they walked in. Three against one? So unfair. Dick thought over his disadvantages and advantages. Okay three against one, he wasn't allowed to use his special skills, he was horribly exhausted, and Taylor was known to conceal weapons. This was going to be fun. Not! Dick could defend himself a little, couldn't he? Bruce wouldn't be mad at him for that, would he? Looks like he would have to decide now! Taylor charged at him, readying a punch. Dick easily dodged it and ducked under Taylor's legs. He then made a break for the door. He was almost there when Austin came up and punched him in the face. He stumbled back a little into Cameron's arms. He struggled but it was no use. Cameron hit the back of his legs, making him fall to his knees. 'Why me?' He thought to himself.

Austin came up and started hitting him in the torso and chest. He grunted as he felt his chest starting to bruise. Oh they were so going to get a visit from Robin later! That is unless Batman beats him to it. Austin hit him in the chest again, this time as hard as he could. Dick let out a cry of pain as he heard a small crack. For a seventeen year old Austin was strong. How did that work? He's probably on steroids or something. Austin was pulled back by Taylor.

"What are you trying to do? Tell the whole school what we're doing?"

"No, Taylor, I was just-"

"Never mind, just gag him!"

"Yes, sir," Austin ran up and undid my tie; he put it over my mouth and tightened it. I tried to scream at them, to tell them to let me go but I couldn't.

"Get your hands off of me!" He shouted into the tie, but it came out more like: "Gbt yover vands ofv mmm!"

Taylor laughed at me and reached into his back pack that he had placed on one of the science tables. He pulled out what looked like brass knuckles and put them on his hand. 'This kid is insane! Who brings brass knuckles to school?' Taylor punched Dick in the face, the brass connected with his jaw. Dick let a cry out, but it was muffled into the tie.

Okay this was some hard core bullying, who did this, to a thirteen year old of all people? But just as quickly as the bullying started it was stopped, by an explosion!

(Dick's P.O.V)

The windows shattered around me and the three older boys'. They looked scared out of their minds and ready to pee themselves. I'd be surprised if they hadn't already. Glass was flying away from the windows and towards me and the boys', some of the glass hit me in my arms, making me want to cry out, but I didn't. Cameron let go of my arms and ran towards the door. Only to be blocked by a few men.

The men were wearing body armor and masks. The masks had two sides to them, as did they men's body armor. I knew then that Two Face had to be behind this. Or so I thought. More men came through the windows, these ones wearing clown masks; there body armor was painted in bright colors like yellows and purples. So Joker was breaking in to? Sense when did those two work together?

I pried off the gag that was over my mouth and stood up slowly. As to not alert the henchmen. The two pairs of goons walked closer into the room. I could see the scared expressions on the older boys' faces. Though I couldn't help but enjoy their scared expressions, I knew I needed to call in backup. I reached into my pocket and pressed a button on my utility belt. My belt was disguised as a package of gum at the moment. How Bruce got it to do that I will never know.

The Henchmen told us to get on the ground. Which we quickly did, not wanting to get shot; because the stupid henchmen had guns with them. The second we were on the ground vines wrapped around our legs and feet, trapping us to the ground. The three boys' next to me started screaming and struggling, I on the other hand wasn't doing anything of the sort, I was on my knees and was looking around to see the source of the vines. I knew this had to be the work of Poison Ivy, I just didn't know why there would be Joker and Two Face goons along with Poison Ivy.

I counted about eight goons, four of each outfit. The vines were also coming from the window, so Ivy was most likely waiting out there. I sighed, just hoping Bruce had gotten my distress signal. The men slowly started making their way past the three boys' looking over them carefully, until their gaze fell on me. One knelt down in front of my face and smiled behind his Two Face mask. "Hello Dick Grayson."

(Normal P.O.V)

"Hello Dick Grayson." The man said while smiling behind his mask. Dick could smell the alcohol on his breath. The smell made the boy want to gag. One of the men, one with a clown mask on, walked over to the window and started waving to someone. Suddenly the vines tightened around Dick, making the boy cry out. Another vine went around his mouth, making it so the cry was cut off. Now Dick was the one struggling. The vines around the other three boys' tightened and lifted them into the air, the vines covered their eyes and mouths as it hung them from the ceiling. The vine around Dick dragged him out the window and into a truck. The second he was in the truck the back doors closed. Driving at high speeds down the streets, Dick looked around as three shapes approached him.

"Hello rich boy." Dick snapped his head towards the three figures. The three shadows came out of the dark showing their gruesome faces. Their standing before the thirteen year old was Joker, Ivy, and Two Face.

Wayne Industries

Bruce made his way out of the meeting room. He walked down the hall and began checking his com link for anything unusual. As he went through the messages he found one that caught his attention. He walked into his office and shut the door, locking it. He closed the blinds and walked over to his computer. He quickly hooked up to the Batcomputer and started looking for any messages again. He found the one that had caught his attention and opened it. The screen popped up with a map of Gotham city, and on it was a blinking red R.

Bruce's eyes widened. The signal beeped a few more times before it stopped. The tracker had been damaged somehow. Bruce picked up his remote and started flipping through channels on the TV. A news channel came up, talking about Gotham Academy.

"Hello, I am Vicki Vale, here live at Gotham Academy. A few minutes ago three teens were found hanging from the roof of one of the science rooms. They were hanging by vines and were taken into questioning not to long after being found." A picture showed up of the three boys'. "The boys' claim that one other boy was with them; they said the boy was none other than the adopted son of Bruce Wayne. The boys' said that men in different costumes came in and took Richard Grayson."

Bruce stopped watching and ran out of the building. He passed his fellow coworkers without even a hello. He ran to his car and started it up. Who had taken Dick, and where was the boy now? The car started and Bruce drove off towards the manor.

And their you go, chapter one.