Chapter 1- Generic Kidnappings Don't Make You Feel the Aster

If you were to ask Dick Grayson (AKA: Bruce Wayne's son AKA: Robin) what he planned on doing during his visit to Central City, "get kidnapped" certainly wouldn't be what he said. If you knew he was a hero, "enjoy a crime-fighting free week" (as Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson showing up in the city around the same time as Batman and Robin suddenly did would raise too many suspicious) would be a likely answer, but being kidnapped? Nah, he was good.

That was just his luck wasn't it?

He had been on his way to visit his best friend Wally West (the person who would probably get him out of this generic mess, since the Flash was off-planet) when he was grabbed and pulled into a nearby alley. The men kidnapping him did the good old-fashioned "white van and abandoned building thing" as well as the stereotypical "demand a ransom from Bruce Wayne thing". They were pretty whelming, so Dick wasn't particularly frightened. He'd been through this routine before and could defend himself easily if the situation got too dangerous to stay in the "scared rich boy" role. But for now, things were too aster to use his Robin skills. If he did everyone would wonder how the pampered Dick Grayson got out of there.

Still, he didn't really like having to spend his day tied to a fold-up chair in a dingy warehouse.

". . . Fuck Off! Don't try to 'reason' with me ya fuckin' prick! I want fifteen million delivered to 45 Springfield Ave by the end of the week or yer precious brat gets a bullet in his brain!" The lead captor hung up the phone. Dick rolled his eyes. For one, he was using his own mobile phone, which was traceable. Another thing was that a week was way too long of a deadline. In a kidnapping this obvious, it would barely take 18 hours to pick up his location* and send in the calvary through police investigation alone. And it was much faster when you had a hero in town.

(Not to mention he still had his tracker on him. He'd be out of there in no time.)

"What're ya smirking at, you little shit?" Oh, he hadn't done a very good job looking scared. Darn, that was standard protocol for kidnappings as Dick Grayson. "Answer me!" Oh, they wanted him to respond.

"Just the fact that you actually think you'll get away with this," he said honestly. The lead thug stomped towards him, first raised.

"You pampered little-"

That was about when a yellow blur burst through the window.

Right on time, Wally.

'£'

Sorry I haven't posted in a while.

*I'm not entirely sure about these statistics, but I think they're fairly realistic considering that these are a bunch of idiots who asked for a ransom delivered to their homes using their own phone.