A/n: This is my first Fanfiction so im terrible sorry if its... well... terrible!
Obligatory: I dont own any characters made by DC such as Dick Grayons, Bruce, Babs, Alfred, etc etc
Thank you for reading! sorry if its a mess!
How did everything go so wrong...
Dick felt like his whole life was flashing before his eyes.
He was free-falling out of control as the colors of his past moved around him
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Bruce falling too. He reached out for the Batman's hand, but he was too far away and just as fast that Dick had seen him, he was gone.
Falling
Falling
Falling
"Don't Panic" he told himself, but how could he not?
With a jolt Richard flung his head back as he woke up. He could feel his heart racing and his head pounding as he let his eyes adjust to an insanely bright light that greeted him. He rubbed his hand across his forehead as he wiped away the hairs that had gotten plastered to his face with sweat. He took deep breaths to try and calm his heart down, but soon realized he didn't remember where he was. He looked down at his clothes, and he felt his heart stop for a moment as he realized he was in a police officers uniform instead of his Nightwing suit.
A police uniform? Why am I wearing this', Dick thought to himself. A uniform would make sense if it was October, but after November Dick had taken a leave of absence to go undercover with Bruce. According to the Bat there was about to be some big guns coming into town, and all of Gotham depending on the full attention of the Bat Family to stop it. He looked around the room, noticing the lockers and the white fold-up table he sat at. He recognized it to be a break room. Dick sighed and slid down further into the chair as he noticed there was no one else in the room to see his suspicious behavior. Maybe he was sent undercover by Bruce to try and see if the cops had any information that they didn't. But why couldn't he remember anything? He patted at his pockets then pulled out his wallet revealing his badge, "Richard John Grayson: GCPD". His theory made sense until he took a closer look at the wall and noticed the pictures on the wall labeled "Employees of the Month" He squinted as he noticed his picture under the month "November". His eyes widened as he noticed that not only August held his picture, but April and March too. No that can't be right. He was working for the BPD at those times, not the GCPD. As he was lost in his thought and his head started to pound more, he heard the faint sound of footsteps coming into the break room.
"Oh, Richard, good to see you I thought you had left already"
Dick smiled slightly as he was met with a familiar face, "Oh, uh, hey, Commissioner Gordon, sorry, I just took a quick nap." He replied nonchalantly, but Jim frowned at his words.
"Dick, you have got to stop calling me that, I'm retiring next week."
Dick raised an eyebrow and then leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on the table. "I'm sorry, Jim. I just woke up with a killer headache, it probably slipped my mind."
Jim gave a soft smile and rested his hand on the younger mans shoulder, "I understand, you're probably stressed about stepping into my shoes, huh? Big ones to fill, trust me, but I have absolute faith in you"
Dick felt his face turn pale and his heart stop for a split-second. What was going on. Him? Commissioner!? No no no that can not be right. His head started to pound more, so much so that he could hear it in his ears. "Richard are you alright?" Jim asked, sounding concerned at the lack of a response. The young man snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the former commissioner before glancing back to the table. "I'm sorry, Jim, its just... my headache... its killing me" which wasn't a lie. His head felt as though he had gotten hit with a sledgehammer.
Gordon nodded understandingly and lifted his hand off of Richards shoulder, "Its alright, maybe you should take the rest of the day off, go sleep it off" Dick nodded and stood up. He walked over to the lockers eyeing one with "R. Grayson" etched into a plaque above it. He looked at the lock and cursed silently to himself. How on earth was he supposed to remember his locker combo when he couldn't even remember why he was here. He felt his pockets for the imprint of a set of keys and decided that whatever was in his locker could wait until he remembered the locker combo. He needed to get to Bruce, hopefully his adoptive father could explain everything to him.
He walked out into the parking garage and sighed as he looked at all the cars around him. Looking down at his FOB, he rubbed his head noticing that he was no longer carrying the keys to his Lexus. "you've got to be kidding me", he muttered, annoyed. He silently prayed that there was no one in the parking garage as he pressed the panic button on his keys.