Another three day story! And actually my first AU series. In this story, Richard is a normal boy growing up with his adoptive father. He's got a good life except for all the danger he's put into. And who comes along to save him? Superboy. Lots of fluff and cloney goodness. Hope you enjoy.

"Moonlight Memory"

Dick Grayson figured his life would always be normal now that he left his life in the circus. All of his circus friends and animals had ended their tour after 'incident' and left Dick in the loving hands of Bruce Wayne. Though the Prince of Gotham wasn't much of a father at first, they learned to settle their differences; Dick being a hyperactive nine year old and Bruce being a well collected (when he wanted to be) philanthropist. As time went on there wasn't a need for compromises and deals, as they learned to change themselves for the better. Much to one butler's joy.

The only downside of being a billionaire's son, was the usual child-like conflict. Such as, starting school again, meeting other kids, and. . . the occasional kidnappings.

It started a few months after he and Bruce signed the adoption papers for the world to see. Looking back at it now, that might not have been their best idea. Especially, as men and women from all over took their chances at him, all for Bruce's money. Which they never received in the end. Thanks to Batman, of course. He'd like to think he held had a soft spot in the vigilante's heart.

They were all the same to him anyway. First the badies find him alone for at least two seconds and pick him up before he has a chance to call for help. And soon enough he always finds himself locked up in a room or in a chair, right under the over confident eye of his kidnapper. By the next two or three hours, Batman's there to rescue him and deliver straight into the arms of his adoptive father. Quick and easy.

Until that one faithful day.

Richard twitched in pain as he forced himself to look up at his kidnapper. His face was covered in a ski mask, making it harder for him to see the man's face in the darkness.

"It's twelve o'clock." He spat. "And your daddy is late with our money."

"He still has fifthteen minutes left." Richard whispered, wincing as throat throbbed in pain. He blamed the large amounts of screaming he went through during his "fun hour", as his kidnappers called it.

"If the money's not here now, then I doubt it will be later." The man growled and raised his arm for Richard to see. In his gloved hand was a small device and at its center was a blinking red button. The man extended the antenna on the top and without hesitation, pressed the button. A light flickered on beside the young prodigy, making him cringe as he tried to stare at it.

A clock blinked back at him as the numbers suddenly began to decrease. It was a timer on a countdown from approximately fifthteen minutes. It was obviously a bomb.

"If your pops does happen to get the money in on time, I doubt it would matter." The criminal chuckled in a low deep rumble. "You'll be dead anyway."

And with that said the man opened the front door to Richard's holding cell and walked away. Leaving him to stare through the darkness as the clock rapidly sped down in numbers.

Richard finally began to realize this was truly going to be the end for him. Batman may have been good but he wasn't good enough to rescue him in fifthteen minutes. It would take him at least five minutes to get out of the car, another five to run up the warehouse, and another ten just to grab him and run back to the car. By then, the blast would have grabbed and killed both of them.

Richard had only been outside for a moment as he went out for his morning walk. He went up and down the block a few times until he felt he was ready to go back. But by the time he stopped to check his pulse, a van appeared from the back streets and grabbed him. He struggled for what seemed like hours until someone managed to stick needle in his throat, and made him see darkness. Once he opened his eyes, he was tied in a chair bolted to the floor, legs pinned from knee to ancle by duct tape, and his arms handcuffed behind his back.

The teen realized these criminals were different from the kind he was use to. They were crafty little bastards that obviously had a good head on their shoulders. From what Richard could tell, there was no way to escape his binds, or the room he was being held in.

Though his vision was blurry, he could still make out a few figures surrounding him. One seperated himself from the group and walked up to Richard, standing dangerously close to his bound body.

It took Richard a minute but he realized the stranger was talking to him, whispering in his ear. He vaguely made out a few words such as "thousand" and "bomb" but everything else didnt register. Not too long after, he fell asleep again.

The second time he opened his eyes, he was able to focus in on his surroundings. That's when he noticed that there was only one figure standing in front of him. He was the perfect image of a criminal; black ski mask, shabby dark clothes, and a crowbar. And with that perfect image, he brought Richard a world of pain only his type could dish out.

Once the beatings eased to stop, the kidnapper took his time to speak.

"You look so pretty like that." He said. "I'm sure your daddy will love the pictures we send him."

"Leave him alone." Richard growled, voice hoarse from all his yelling. He hoped someone would hear him if there was someone out there looking for him. Batman, the police, anyone...

"No can do, brat. Once twelve hits, Brucie will be emptying his pockets just to save you." The thug chuckled. "Well, what ever remains at least. But he don't need to know that."

For the third time that day, or possibly night, Richard felt his eyes fall shut. In his mind, he knew the chances of getting out of this mess were slim to none.

Hours must have passed when a beep jerked him awake. A howl of pain slowly ripped from Dick's lips as waves and waves of pain began to soar through him. His throat didnt agree to well with him and his screaming but that was the least of his problem. Standing right in front of him, where his attacker once stood, was a digital clock on a stool. Four numbers blinked back at him; 15:00. It was a timer. A timer that went exactly to the bomb the kidnapper had told Richard about earlier.

There was a quick chirp and the numbers on the timer suddenly began to countdown. Richard watched with a sickening feeling in his gut as fifthteen minutes rapidly became thirteen. He didnt have much time left and he doubted he would get eany more. This was really the end.

A few minutes later, Richard had his blue eyes staring down at his shoes. He didnt want to know how much time he had left before the big boom. He decided to use this time to just sit. This was no time to panic, he thought, any minute somone would be there to save him.

By the time five minutes roll around, there's a shattering noise from above him. Glass falls from the cieling like rain as a dark figure appeared from the dark of the night. Richard expects to see Batman drop in front of him, cape flapping and eyes scowling. But the bat doesnt appear. Instead, there is a teen boy in front of him, muscles rippling in blue jeans and a black shirt.

"T-The bomb..." Richard cried in warning but the teen didnt move. He was too busy staring at him. Richard stared right back, unsure of what he was supposed to be doing. Wasn't this the person who was supposed to rescue him? One good look at him told Richard otherwise.

And if he was, he obviously wasn't doing it right. Usually, when Batman came to save him, he chose betwteen disarming the bomb or getting them both out before the last minute.

This kid looked like he didnt want to do either.

"We need t-to move..!"

Snapping out of his daydream, the teen moved towards him, giving Richard the chance to see the clock. They only had two minutes left and he was still stuck to the chair. Richard thought to struggle and fight his way out of his binds himself but strong hands on his shoulders stopped him.

He looked up and stared in confusion. "W-Who..?"

The boy interrupted him as he tore at Richard's binds. "Not important. I'm getting you out."

Dick never gave him a chance to respond but he did manage to rip his chair from the floor. His hero took a step and suddenly they flew through the hole in the roof. His eyes were still blurry but Richard could have sworn the sky that night was the most beautiful thing he ever saw. With the stars twinkling at him and the presence of the Moon so close, Richard felt weightless.

He probably would have felt it even more if his savior wasn't holding him so tightly.

It didnt look like the hero knew he was hurting Richard, but it was starting to becoming difficult just to breathe. Richard looked up with the full intention to tell him so until he paused. Underneath the velvet skies and above the crimson flames roaring below, the small boy finally noticed the features of his super hero.

The teen had a gentle face chistled to perfection, dark hair tousled just right to cup his face, and eyes a heavy shade of blue. Under the moonlight the boy was just breathtaking. Richard couldnt find the words he needed to complain.

But the picture of his dazzling hero unfortunately didnt last long as his vision grew cloudy. The last thing Richard saw that night was those heavenly blue eyes, glazed with worry, staring down at him. Then complete and utter darkness.

Feather soft fingers brushing against the many bumps on his head forced him awake. Familiar voices whispered sweet words as he looked up into the eyes of loved ones and a slightly tearful billionaire. His family didnt force him to speak, which he was incredibly grateful for. So for now he basked in their loving embraces and thought about the lone super hero that saved his life.

Honestly, I didn't like this chapter. I fought with the wording from day to night and I still don't like it. Most people say its just cause I'm being paranoid, so I'm going to let it go. Either way this just part ONE of my loveable first series. I'll update as soon as I can.

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P.S.- Ever since I started this account I've suddenly just lost all the ideas I had for writing. I'm a huge fan, that's mostly what I write from time to time, but I can't think of anything. And I'm DESPERATE. I want to write more, especially some oneshots, but nothing's coming. It would be a big help if you guys could send some prompts? Ideas? Requests? It doesnt matter to me.

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