Dick surveyed the area from the cameras, as he watched the rest of his family enter the warehouse. His toe tapped the floor repetitively and Alfred laid a hand on his arm.

"They will be fine Master Dick." Alfred soothed, seeing the distress that practically flowed off of the man.

Dick hmm-ed but didn't say anything. He had been benched, after a run-in with the Joker left him with a broken wrist and a plethora of bruises.

The two of them watched as Batman, Red Hood, Red Robin and Robin moved into the building on the outskirts of Gotham through different entrances, silently padding into position. They had been setting up this raid for months, after an anonymous tip began to send them locations of drug and arms deals going on in the city. The anonymous person had been completely silent since giving them this tip three and a half months ago, and none of them could figure out who they were.

"Everyone in position?" Dick breathed, leaning back into his seat.

There were three whispered yeses', but Red Robin was silent. He shifted himself so that he could see more and frowned.

"Something's wrong; there's more people here than we planned for."

Batman narrowed his eyes and looked up. Red Hood and Red Robin were hesitating, but Robin had taken out two batarangs. He looked over the men in the deal.

"Carry on as planned but be careful. Do not take unnecessary risks."

The four of them tensed and jumped down from their individual positions. The men they jumped on went down, and the thugs immediately started to shoot at them; the bullets ricocheting off of the walls. Robin and Batman fought together in graceful fluidity, the Red's kept up an equally as terrifying fight, and all four took down thug after thug. But as Red Robin had said, there were more men than they had planned for, and after a while, Hood ran out of bullets, including his spares, and the four bats began to move in a defensive ring in the middle of the warehouse.

"It's a set up!" Red Robin yelled, taking out another thug with his staff.

A figure moved from in the shadows.

"Looks like this gathering needs to be cut short, Bats."

Before the figure could say anything else, Red Hood flashed out his grapple and attached it to the roof. Red Robin, Robin and Batman did the same. As they began to pull up, gun shots rang out across the room and the wires to the grapples snapped.

Dick's eyes widened as the wires snapped on the grapples. "Oh God"

He watched in horror as the four of the bats fell back towards the ground, and multiple darts flew out from the group of men gathered around the closed-in bats. The darts found their marks, and each member of the family on the bust passed out, going limp as they hit the floor.

"Secure them," the figure ordered, "and search everywhere for lock-picks, knives and trackers. Nightwing has not yet been captured, and there is a high chance he will stay hidden from us. Get the chains!"

The men dragged them off into the gloom of Gotham, and out of the view of Nightwing's cameras.

Dick was out of his seat and pulling on his Nightwing costume before he took another breath. He clipped on his belt and slipped his escrima sticks into their holders, before turning around to his motorbike.

"Master Dick! These men will be expecting you to go after them; if you go now, you will be captured, or even killed!" Alfred said, standing in front of Nightwing to gain his attention.

"I cannot sit here without knowing what happened to them Alfie! What happens if I'm not fast enough and they're thrown in Gotham bay, or shot in the head, and I'm not there to stop it!" Dick was breathing heavily, his mind going through possibility after possibility, each worse than the previous.

Alfred's voice was softer as he looked at the Bat Computer. "Then perhaps you should find out who that mysterious figure was ordering the men around. He seemed to be leading the trap."

Dick moved over to the computer with a sigh; he knew Alfred was right. He took the footage from the cameras he was using and transferred it onto the monitor.

"Computer! Cross reference all known villains across Gotham, Bludhaven, Metropolis, Central, and Star City."

Referencing... searching... unable to detect links between other villains. Voice scrambler detected.

Dick smirked. "You won't hide from me for long Mr. Bad Guy..." his fingers flew across the keyboard, bringing up different pages of code. "Bingo!"

He moved the footage to the new page and linked the two things together. Both his and Alfred's eyes widened as the results came up onto the screen.

"Ra's al Ghul?"