To reiterate, Damian Wayne is not in this story. It just doesn't work for the plot. Whatever. I'm in charge anyway.

That being said, if you have any ideas for how you think the story should go, feel free to review or PM me. I may take your suggestions. Of course, if you give me an entire plot, I'm not gonna write it. At that point it's your story, in which case you write it.

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Chapter 1: A Typical Beginning

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Dick Grayson crouched on a fire escape overlooking a small, abandoned parking lot. He was on the east side of Bludhaven, doing his nightly patrol. It was raining tonight.

Fuck, who was he kidding? It was raining every night. Literally every day, he had to clean and dry his suit out. It was tedious.

Down below, two vans were parked next to each other. One had a full arsenal of guns in it. Nightwing knew that because he had tracked it, all the way from the police station. The only advantage to having dirty cops in the city was that they kept him busy.

All at once, figures came out of both vans. Nightwing recognized Chief Redhorn and Detective Soames from the first one. Blockbuster, a local crime boss walked out of the other. Nightwing clenched his teeth. It was one thing to sell weapons to petty criminals, but for the police to give weapons to the main source of crime intheri city? Nightwing shook his head in disgust.

Soames opened the back of the police van, showing off the racks of rifles to Blockbuster. Nightwing couldn't hear what was being said, but Blockbuster started laughing. He picked up a gun and started waving it around like a toy. Nightwing decided that was enough.

He leapt from the fire escape and threw one of his escrima sticks. It hit Blockbuster, bouncing off his head. Nightwing caught it and landed on the police van. Blockbuster stumbled and dropped his gun. Redhorn and Soames stared at Nightwing in shock.

"Hey, don't you guys have actual police work to do? You know, like, other than betraying everything you should believe in?" Nightwing asked.

"Fuck you!" Soames shouted.

"That sounds about right." Nightwing jumped off the van and kicked Soames in the chest, sending him backwards. Redhorn drew his pistol and fired, Nightwing barely dodging him. He then hit the gun out of the chief's hands. Redhorn swung a right hook, which Nightwing ducked. He hit Redhorn in the stomach, and then the jaw, sending him staggering.

Suddenly Soames came back, hitting Nightwing over the head with a polic baton. Nightinwg fell to the ground, and the detective put his knee on the vigilante's chest.

"How did you expect to beat us without any guns?" Soames asked. Redhorn ran to the van to get another gun.

Nightwing smiled. "By taking away yours." He then hit a button on his belt.

A small dvice, planted on the roof of the police van, exploded. The van erupted into flames, throwing Redhorn onto the ground, unconscious. Nightwing threw a surprise Soames off of himself, and smacked him with his escrima sticks. The detective was out-cold before he hit the ground.

Nightwing stood for a moment, savoring his sweet victory. Villains these days were so predictable.

Suddenly, Blockbuster appeared from behind his van with a pistol of his own. "Got you now, birdie," the crime boss said.

Then a car slammed into Blockbuster, sending him sailing halfway across the parking lot. Nightwing's jaw dropped.

The car was completely red, and looked like some kind of buggy. It's windows were tinted, and it had no license plates.

The top rolled out, and Tim Drake poked his head out. He was wearing his Robin costume. He took a look at the guy he just ran over and said, "I never liked him. I just use Netflix instead."

Nightwing made a gagging sound, and Robin said, "Oh come on! That one-liner was just waiting to be used. You should be thanking me."

"Other than the fact that that was terrible, what the hell are you doing here Tim?"

Suddenly, Robin got very worried. "It's a bit of a story. I'll fill you in. For now, just get in the car."

"Where did you even get that car?"

Robin grew even more nervous. "...I stole it."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"I had help."

"Who?" No sooner did the word leave his mouth, Dick realized exactly who had helped. Then there was a sour taste in his mouth.

The side window of the buggy rolled down. Jason Todd was at the wheel. "Sup," the Red Hood said.

"Tim, what the actual fuck is going on?" Nightwing demanded. Suddenly, he heard police sirens in the distance.

"Please, just come with us. I'll explain everything. Please."

Dick gave Jason an annoyed look, then said, "I guess it's better than dealing with the cops."

"Amen to that, brother," Jason said.

"We are not brothers," Nightwing said. He then got in the backseat of the red buggy, and the car sped off just before the police cars arrived at the parking lot.