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"What missing drug?" he was shushed by his brothers who putting fingers over their mouths told him to only speak about Batman stuff in a whisper at school, you don't know who's listening.

"Our mission last night was to take down a new drug dealer, dealing a very dangerous behaviour modifier." Dick started to tell his brother as they made their way to the nurse's office.

The previous night…

Warehouses, why was it always warehouses? They were on the trail of a drug dealer who had recently ventured into Gotham to sell his stuff; big mistake. This was Gotham. The Batman's city. Their city. Whoever thought that they were just going to sit around all day whilst someone was dealing on their streets was an idiot. And that is why they were at this warehouse; waiting for a dealer who was supposed to show up half an hour ago. Dick sighed. He had never been a very patient child. Not like Tim who could wait for anything, but not in the way that Jason just rushed headlong into anything without thinking it through. He just… liked punctuality. That; and the seat he had found himself was very uncomfortable. He really needed to get up and stretch.

"Nightwing, there's movement in your area, three o'clock; ten seconds" he looked around, getting up slightly into a crouching position, keeping himself low he peered over the edge of the warehouse. Sure enough a few seconds later a man wearing a long brown trench coat with the collar upturned; sunglasses, even though it was the middle of the night, and carrying a heavy looking silver metal brief case walked purposefully round the corner.

"Finally" he muttered under his breath and then he opened the comm channel to his family "I see him Batman: white male, brown trench coat, sunglasses and brief case. He just went into the side door of warehouse 27. What do you want us to do?" a few seconds passed until he got a response

"Everyone meet on the roof". Sure enough they did just that, and twenty seconds later they were looking through a small skylight at what was going on in the building.

It was a deal, that much was obvious, and what looked like one dealer, one recipient and three bodyguards. They were taking about something, probably the deal. Even though they couldn't hear what was being said they didn't need do; drug deals were all the same… the dealer comes in with a briefcase and the buyer asks if he brought it, even though it is obviously in his hand. The dealer then asks if the other person had brought the money. That gets shown too. Then they exchange briefcases and go on their way, the muscle is just for show; so one of the parties doesn't do something stupid. Here it seemed that the dealer had asked to see the money first as they saw that briefcase close just before the dealer's opened to show a purple drug. This was new. They had to move before the exchange or they dealer and his buyer would probably run off whilst they were dealing with the goons leaving a new drug on the streets and the mission a failure. They all looked at Batman and he gave the signal. They worked as a well-oiled team. Nightwing, Batman and Red Hood dropped down through the skylight, taking out one goon each with the force of their fall. Then Red Hood and Nightwing went after the buyer whilst Batman took on the dealer. Theirs wasn't a very long fight, the buyer wasn't very good, in fact he looked as though he was a Gotham businessman, and as much as they may talk the talk, they certainly don't punch a very good punch. He looked down for the count after one punch from Jason, even for him that was something of a record, Dick sighed; he didn't get to show off, and that was his favourite part. He was a performer after all. Nightwing turned his attention to Batman, even after four and a half years watching him work was still awe inspiring. The dealer was an experienced fighter, but still no match for the Batman who took him down with such fluid ease. After securing the unconscious dealer's hands behind his back he looked up

"Nightwing, Red Hood…" he motioned up with his head, the two boys turned to see the buyer, who they thought had been knocked out, running for the open door. Dick smiled, he saw the bo staff across the door, the buyer did not. He went flying and landed facing away from them on the small of his back, they heard a loud grunt and then a smack as he fell backwards into the dirt. He had instinctively closed his eyes when he tripped and now opened them to find Red Robin standing over him with the point of the bo staff in his face.

"Don't even think about it" the buyer physically relaxed as he conceded defeat. Nightwing smiled again Tim was only nine but he knew exactly what to say and when to say it. He even got a "Well done Red Robin" from Batman, at which he smiled infectiously and the two other boys also broke out into grins and ruffled Tim's hair a bit. Batman then looked down at the businessman

"Don't you ever even think about buying illegal drugs in my city again or I won't be so lenient" He walked over to the briefcase full of the new purple drug and picked it up; he then went back into the warehouse. Tim had got the hint and removed the zip tie Jason had used to tie the man up in the first place. The buyer scrambled to his feet and started to cautiously edge away from them, once he was sure that they were not going to go after him he broke into a sprint until at least after he was out of their sight, probably further.

Batman re-emerged with the dealer and the two briefcases. He roughly shoved the dealer into the trunk of the Batmobile and motioned for the boys to get in; they knew what came next… the interrogation.

It had started to rain. They were atop Wayne Tower waiting for the dealer to come to; which shouldn't have been long due to the amount of blood that was now rushing to his brain. He was hung upside down by a Batrope from one of the many gargoyles on the side of the building. The rain started to pick up and Batman shooed the three boys under the cover that the building naturally gave, he defiantly didn't want three ill boys around the house, especially as they started school the next day. It then started tipping it down, the gargoyle, living up to its name, started to pour the collected water from the roof of Wayne tower onto the unsuspecting drug dealer woke up with a very un-manly scream. The boys, well Jason mostly, laughed. Ignoring his children Batman proceeded to grab the dealer by the shirt, pull him out of the water and upright.

"What's the drug" the dealer smiled, that almost never happened, people were just too scared of Batman. Undeterred he pushed the dealer under the water again it immediately went down his nose and he opened his mouth to breath; only for that to be filled with water too. Batman pulled him out of the cascade again. The dealer snorted and spluttered, trying to rid himself of the water. His eyes now filled with panic. He didn't want to be forced under the water again. Batman didn't repeat his question, he just glared his famous Batman glare and the dealer talked.

"It's a behaviour modifier and hallucinogen, it makes you more aggressive, and it plants thoughts in your head that weren't there and makes you act on them as though you had had them for years, like a grudge just coming to the boil. But that's not what it's marketed as. It's on the street as the new almost legal high. I was told to get it to as many people as possible… that was the easiest way to do it."

"Who told you?" his voice suddenly got far angrier.

"I…I can't they'll kill me, I won't stand a chance" the dealer was begging, just to make sure he didn't want to change his mind Batman pushed him under the water again, this time his scream was unbearable and Tim hesitantly tugged on the back of Batman's cape. The Bat looked down at his son, adopted or not, and pulled the dealer in.

"How much have you sold?"

Coughing up water and snorting it out of his nose the dealer replied; "Five kilograms each to seven different buyers, five of them are dealers too, it has probably reached a few dozen people by now and the dealing night hasn't even begun to pick up". Batman cursed. They were in for a long night.

Four hours and numerous drug induced call outs later, they had finally taken down all the middle man dealers, and who they had dealt to. That still left ten kilograms of the drug out there but with the dealer refusing to give up the names of his buyers or the name of his supplier and the rest of the drug recollected or accounted for; the Bats decided to call it a night. Although it was a relatively short journey back to the manor by the time they had arrived Tim was already fast asleep and Jason looked as though he could nod off anytime.

"You know Damian's going to be annoyed that we didn't bring him along" Dick said as they drove into the cave.

"I know he's a trained assassin but he's still six, and no matter how much training he has had I am not bringing a six year old to a drug bust." Bruce replied strongly. He had only let his youngest don the Robin uniform on routine patrols on quiet nights. Damian kept saying it was because his father didn't trust him, what with his upbringing, but everyone else knew it was because Bruce didn't want him getting hurt. Training could only do so much and the mean streets of Gotham were completely different to an egotistical maniac's Tibetan base of operations. Dick shrugged

"If he has a temper tantrum on you don't look to me for help" the Batman's usually stern expression lifted to a small smile as he stopped the car and got out. He told the two oldest boys to go to bed, they looked beat and it was the first day of school tomorrow. They groaned a bit but did as he said. When Jason waved to the sleeping Tim, Bruce told them he would sort him out. He got changed in the cave as quietly as he could then scooped up the sleeping boy and carried him up to his room. He stirred just as they reached his room and although awake he let Bruce get him into his pyjamas and then gave him a hug before Bruce tucked him in for the night. The Batman then went back to tracking down the lost ten kilograms of drugs in the quiet of his cave.

"The test has gone perfectly Master, the children are vulnerable, what is our next move?"

"Our next move is already in motion. You have the package?"

"Yes Master."

"Deliver it"

"Yes Master"

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