Disclaimer: Do you really think I would be writing this if I owned anything Batman. If I owned Batman nobody would die, all of my OTPs would be married by now, and there would be nothing that would make people want to kill me.
Dick stirred from his unwanted slumber with a throbbing headache and a burning sensation across his right thigh. He realized he was on a hospital cot in the Batbunker after a few frantic moments. Suddenly everything came rushing back to him. He remembered coming back early from patrol, because it was a slow night, and finding Barbara in the Batbunker. He was asking her why she was there when he heard a noise. He went to go investigate and ended up finding seven of Ra's al Ghul's assassins. He took four of them out before they even touched him. Then one of them slashed his thigh, from knee to hip, with a katana and it all went downhill from there. The last thing he remembered was watching them take Barbara before he slipped into unconsciousness.
"Babs!" He gasped as he sat up from the cot. Pain radiated from his temple to the base of his skull. His face contorted with pain. Yeah there was no doubt about it now, he definitely had a concussion.
"Imbecile! Lay down before you hurt yourself worse! I spent a long time stitching that leg and I'm not about to restitch it again!"
"Robin?" Dick asked, his head still a little fuzzy.
"Who else would it be?" The fifth Robin asked as he appeared beside Dick and shoved him back down on the cot. It was no use though. Dick, not only sat back up but, swung his legs off of the cot and rested them on the cold, metal floor. He stood up and tried to ignore the burning sensation that shot up from his right knee to his hip. He, pathetically, limped over to the Batcomputer and fell into the oversized office chair.
"I tell you to lie down and you get up and walk to the Batcomputer?" Damian asked quietly yet just loud enough for Dick to hear.
"I have to find Barbara." He said as he pulled up the location of the tracer he managed to put on one of the assassins before he was knocked out.
"Todd, Brown, and Drake have been asking around to see if anybody knew where Gordon was taken. By the of the Bunker's security footage Grandfather's assassins had sand on them. This meaning, if they too Gordon to one of Grandfather's strong holds, she could be in Egypt, Bahrain, Kuwait, Tunisia, Oman, Mauritania, or- "
"Qatar." Dick said, cutting Damian off and pointing to where the tracer was blinking red on the Batcomputer. "She's in Qatar."
"How can you be sure?"
"Because that's where the tracer I put on one of the assassins says she's at. Now suit up." Dick said as he went to the changing rooms to put on his Batman uniform.
"We can't know for sure that is where she is at. The assassin could have found the tracer and dropped it off in Qatar." Damian said following his mentor/big brother into the changing room to receive his Robin mask.
"I know she's there. Her tracer she has with her was activated as soon as she was kidnapped. It says she's in Qatar. Do you know which stronghold Ra's has her in, Damian?" Dick asked stepping out of the changing room with all of the Batman gear on except the cowl and gloves.
"Yes. There is only one stronghold in Qatar and it is located in the middle of a desert. But you are still healing from a major wound that has you limping right now and you have a concussion."
"I'll be fine. Let's go." He said as he finalized his Batman persona by putting on his gloves and cowl.
"Not without us to look after you, you don't."
Dick looked to see Jason, Tim, and Stephanie walking towards him and Damian.
"No you guys need to stay here, hold down the fort and feed me and Damian information that we might need."
"We thought you would say that. That's why, by picking of straws, Stephanie has been elected to stay here and do that stuff." Tim said walking past Dick to the Batjet.
"Plus you need us Golden Boy. With my experience with getting out of Ra's' strongholds and the Replacement's weird ties with the League of Assassins you can't afford not to take us." Jason said, passing by Dick as well.
"And you're fine with this?" Dick asked Stephanie.
"Well I wanted to help, but a short straw is a short straw." Stephanie said. With that they were off.