A/N: Hey guys! So, I have started this new idea and lets see where it goes. I'm also trying to keep up with all my other stories, and I am starting this new college course that will take up a lot of time. So dear readers please bear with me!

I OWN NOTHING

Chapter One:

He was running. Running and jumping like a comic book hero, and yet he felt as though he was no farther from his pursuer. His breathing had become erratic, and his heart pumped like never before. Pumping his arms hard, he judged the distance between the roof he was on, and the next that he would have to leap to.

His legs aching, he decided that he'd have to push through if there was any hope of landing safely on the other side. Willing his legs to move, he sucked air into his aching chest and and pushed off with his toes. In the air, he saw that it was hopeless. But at least this way, he would fall to his death instead of at the hands of those chasing him.

Suddenly he was yanked back as fabric choked around his neck. He was dragged back upon the roof he'd just leapt off of. Above him, a man in a half gold mask peered down and pressed a vial against his lips.

"You won't remember a thing, and you'll finally be out of my way." The voice was harsh and he sputtered as he was forced to swallow the disgusting drink. He coughed and his vision began to fade away. He felt himself being lifted off the cement and onto a shoulder. Then nothing but cold and darkness.

Dick sat up in his bed breathing heavy, sweat beading down his neck. This had been the third night in a row that he had dreamt of this odd chase, and each time left him more puzzled than the last.

"I need to go to bed earlier." He mumbled as he looked over at his alarm clock. It read 5:39, an hour early for his normal schedule. He sighed and got out of bed grabbing a towel as he headed toward the hall bathroom. Since it was just he and his dad, Dick knew that he had no worries of someone interrupting a long shower. His dad had his own bathroom on the other side of the house, since he liked his privacy, and surely none of the servants would be here this early.

Dick and his father weren't exactly what you would call filthy rich, but his father did make enough money to have the largest house in town, several rare and expensive cars, a few dozens servants, and the finest clothing money could buy. Dick never let it influence the rest of his life, but he knew he would never make it without the finer things in life.

His shower filled the bathroom with steam, and by the time he stepped out it was humid and the mirror was fogged over. He tousled his black hair, not really worried about how it fell, and dried the rest of himself before putting on his school uniform: a white button up shirt, black slacks, a white tie, black sneakers, and a black blazer with the words "Jump City Private Academy" stitched above the left pocket. His clock now told him it was almost seven, and time for him to head down to eat breakfast and then be taken to school.

It didn't take him long to eat his cereal, and the drive to school was a breeze as usual. So, it was no surprise to Dick when he showed up to class with 10 minutes to spare. He took pride in being a dedicated student, after all, his father expected nothing less than the top grades. He was steadily copying down his notes while the rest of his class filtered in. This being an elective, Law Enforcement, and just a step on the road to becoming a lawyer-his dream, and so it was full of every age. Dick was a Junior himself.

The first person to class after him had been Rachel Roth. She sat in the back of the class with her nose crammed in a large book. Across the front it had a large picture of a Raven on it, and it read "The Collection of Edgar Allen Poe". She turned the pages with a flick of black nails, and chewed on her red lipsticked lips. He hair was chopped short at her chin and had a blue tint to it that matched the almost violet of her eyes. Dick looked away from her to notice that the class was almost full now. Victor Stone, the football knuckle head, now sat next to the class brown-noser that always let him copy his work-which was exactly what he was doing. Dick also heard the loud voices of the cheer team, namely Kori Anderson, as they talked about all the gossip that they could fill in before the teacher arrived. The bell rang harshly just as the last student ran into the room-Garfield Logan. He was the only freshman in the class, and nothing could show that better than his attitude.

"Sorry I'm late teach." He said with a goofy grin.

"Please, take your seat." The teacher pointed to the one right in the center front, the desk Garfield usually ended up with because of his tardiness. The young boy sighed and sat heavily in the seat next to Dick.

"Hey man, got an extra pencil?" He asked as he rummaged through his trashed backpack. "I can't find mine."

Dick took out his pencil from the pencil bag he kept in his folder and handed it to him. "Here."

"Thanks!" The boy grabbed it, and a wrinkled piece of paper from his bag and smoothed it out to get ready for notes. The lecture was long, and tedious. Dick had already read ahead in the chapter for this week, and so he knew all the information the teacher drawled on about. He peered out the window and let his mind wander a bit. He was taken back to his dream, and couldn't help but feel like it meant something. Suddenly, he saw a figure pass by the window, with a half gold mask upon its face. Startled, he stood roughly.

"Yes, Mr. Greyson?" The teacher said confused.

"May I use the restroom?" He spat suddenly. He snatched up the restroom pass and left the room quickly. Once he reached the end of the hall, he peered out the window and felt his heart beat quicken. What was that? It looked like...but it couldn't have been. Dick thought to himself. He slowly walked to the bathroom and peered at himself in the mirror. He looked distraught and paranoid. He splashed some water on his face and breathed in slowly trying to calm himself. After all, it had just been a dream.

The bathroom door opened and Garfield stood in the doorway.

"Hey, the teacher sent me to check on you." He said as he let the door close.

"I'm fine." Dick said shortly.

"Okay okay. Geez man." He snorted. "You could at least say thanks for caring."

It was quiet for a second and Garfield turned to leave.

"Wait!" Garfield turned back to face him. "Have you ever...I mean..Well. Last night, I had this dream. It was crazy. And well, I can't help but feel like it means something. Or, it's trying to warn me."

"Warn you? Of what, midterms?"

"You're right...that's just stupid. Forget it." Dick fixed his tie and made sure that the water was off his face.

"You know, that was harsh of me." Garfield said lightly. "But, you ever think this dream might just be stress?"

"Maybe.." Dick walked to him and stuck out his hand. "My name is Dick, by the way. Dick Greyson."

The young boy's face turned to sudden shock and he burst out in laughter.

"Dick? Really?!" Upon seeing Dick's serious face, he stopped and shook the boy's hand. "I'm Garfield Logan. Most people just call me Gar though."

"Well, it's nice to officially meet you Gar."

"You too...Dick." He giggled again and then became stoic.

"Well, we might want to head back to class, before we get into too much trouble." Dick said walking out into the hall. "If the teacher asks, you walked in on me puking, because I had a bad breakfast."

"Sounds good to me." Garfield smiled and the two returned to class.

By lunch, Dick had returned to feeling normal, and he hadn't seen another masked man. He now sat in the grass just outside the cafeteria and slowly ate his ham sandwich as he worked on his trigonometry homework. Suddenly, another person plopped next to him and set their tray full of food next to his.

"Do you ever take a break?" Garfield asked as he picked up the pudding bowl that was filled to the top. They had a buffet style lunch, one of the perks of a private school.

"No. I don't have time for breaks." Dick said sternly as he pressed equations into his calculator. "What is it you want?"

Garfield looked slightly hurt and embarrassed. "Oh, well. I thought that...maybe I could sit with you. Since we are friends now and all?"

Dick looked up at him and sighed. "Don't you have other friends?"

"No." Dick was shocked with the answer and felt pity for the kid. He knew how hard it was to be alone. "I just thought..I can leave if you want me to."

"No, it's fine. Just don't drop any pudding on my stuff and you can stay." Dick said making Garfield beam with new happiness.

"Deal!" He ate his food and let Dick work in peace for a bit, but once the food was gone, it was like this kid's mouth needed something else to do.

"So, Dick...Got a girl friend?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Never really been interested in having one I guess."

"Not even for like..the dances?"

"No."

"Man, that sucks for you."

"I guess."

"So, what else do you do besides school work?" Garfield asked as he pulled at the grass. He was slowly putting it over one of his hands and he chuckled. "How weird would it be if I was green?"

Suddenly, Dick felt a sharp pain in his temple and he yelped out in pain. An image flashed in his mind of a green kid, oddly enough identical to Garfield, and he laughed and ran. He was saluting to someone, and then he was eating pizza. He was changing into an elephant, than a gopher, than back to himself. When Dick opened his eyes again, he was looking up at the sky and a crowd of people were around him. Closest to him were Garfield and the nurse.

"Get him up, come on. Let's get him to my office." Garfield helped him sit up slowly, but the boy was too small to lift him. The nurse pointed into the crowd. "Mr. Stone, come help us."

Dick felt himself pulled off the ground by huge hands and they helped him stumble his way back inside leaving the murmuring students and Garfield behind.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter, look out for my next update, I will try to make it soon!