A/N: I own nothing but my OCs

UPTOWN GOTHAM-FARROW

Tony Zucco was once again in the kitchen of his safe house eating a nice steak dinner. It had been a long time since he had eaten anything but slop and he was going to enjoy all that Gotham had to offer him once again, including the food.

His meal was interrupted by Joe as he slapped a small manilla folder onto the kitchen table.

"Everything's ready, Boss. Everyone's in their place and ready to go, as soon as you give the word."
The Italian mobster smirked, nodded once, and went back to his food. The little Gypsy runt would pay.

DOWNTOWN GOTHAM-WAYNE TOWER

Rachel returned to the top floor of the Wayne Enterprises building and to her desk. She had just taken her hour lunch break down at a small cafe across the street, they made amazing croissants, and was returning to work as promptly as ever.

She sat down in her chair and fiddled with her white blouse for a moment, she made sure that she always looked more than presentable at work, she was the first person you saw before entering a billionaire's office after all. Then she checked her reflection in the hand held mirror she kept in her purse, to make sure she didn't have any remnants of her lunch sticking to her. She then reapplied her lipstick and powder before closing the mirror and depositing it back in its place.

Rachel looked down at the phone resting on her desk and saw that two messages had been left while she was out. She pulled out some sticky notes and a pen before pushing the 'play' button on the console.

"Hello, this is Daniel Jackson, CEO of Jackson Incorporated. I am calling to set up an appointment with Mr. Wayne. I believe it would be very beneficial for the two of us to share some of our resources in order to make some new discoveries sooner. Some of his top of the line equipment being used by my best and brightest may take us to great places. I have a full plan that I would like to share, CEO to CEO. Have a nice rest of your day."

Rachel had written the bullet points down on the sticky note even though she knew good and well that Mr. Wayne wouldn't be interested. There was nothing Mr. Jackson had to offer that Wayne Tech. needed or didn't already have.

She pulled the sticky note from the stack and set it to the side before pressing play on the second message.

"Hello Rachel," Rachel stiffened at the odd edge to the man's voice. And how did he know her name?

"My name is Tony, Tony Zucco, and before you even think about calling the cops I need you to get this to Wayne. After all it is Wayne that I am trying to reach, so pause this message and go get him."

Rachel pushed pause and considered her options, ultimately deciding that Mr. Wayne would want to hear it, she practically ran to his office.

"Mr. Wayne," She hadn't even bothered knocking. Typically he probably would have been upset about that but he must have seen the look on her face.

"What is it, Rachel?" He asked wearily.

"I need you to hear this, it's urgent, and it concerns Tony Zucco." She breathed.

His face paled and he stood from the desk where he had been looking over some paperwork. He followed her out and over to her desk where she hit the 'play' button once more.

"Now that, I assume, Wayne is here I'll let you know there is no way to trace this call now, that's why I decided to wait until Rachel's lunch break to call."

Rachel tensed. So they knew her schedule? That means they could know Mr. Wayne's.

"Now for the reason I called, I have a little unfinished business with the circus runt and I heard you kept him. I can't imagine why but I guess I don't mind, it made him very easy to find. I can't imagine a man like yourself keeping him for any reason other that to look good or maybe to use as a stress reliever," Rachel flinched, she knew for a fact that the rumors about Bruce hitting Richard were not true.

"So I'm sure it won't be too much of a problem for you to hand him over to me. If you don't i'll be forced to use other, bloodier, methods to get him from you. I am not adverse to hurting you or your current arm candy to do it.

Just make this easy on all of us and hand him over. At five o'clock a package will arrive at your office. It will contain an untraceable number for you to call. I expect a call by six or I will have to assume you want me to get the kid through the bloodier methods as I previously mentioned. We will set up a drop off point and there will be no cops at that point, or there will be consequences

Thank you for your time Mr. Wayne. I'll be expecting that call."

Rachel looked up at her employer who looked shaken, and more than a little angry. She watched as he pulled out his cell phone and scrolled through his contacts.

"Alfred, I need you to get Dick from school and come meet me here at Wayne Enterprises. Be here as fast as you can and be careful." Mr. Wayne hung up as soon as he was finished speaking and selected a different number.

"Selina, can you come down to Wayne Enterprises? It's an emergency, get here as fast as you can. Alfred and Dick are meeting us here." Again he hung up as soon as he had stopped speaking.

He turned back to her, "Get more security up hear, now."

She nodded and reached for her phone. When she looked up he was already inside his office and closing the door.

DOWNTOWN GOTHAM-WAYNE TOWER

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Selina was greeted with the sight of two security guards who nodded at her as she passed. She glanced over at the desk in the middle of the entrance hall with a raised eyebrow.

"Mr. Wayne is in his office." Bruce's secretary stated, Selina didn't miss the slight shake in her voice. She had been scared by something.

Selina pushed the door to the spacious office open and walked inside she heard it close behind her as she walked forward. Bruce was standing at the end of his office looking out the floor to ceiling windows and talking on the phone. She moved to stand beside him so she could figure out at least part of what was going on.

"-just don't understand how you could thing not informing me was a good idea! I don't care if you thought he would go to ground again! I should have been kept in the loop so I could keep my child in the safety of my home! Then it wouldn't matter how long it took to catch him because he would be safe!"

Selina had stiffened when Bruce mentioned Dick, that meant Dick was the one in trouble here. He was in danger and Gordon hadn't thought to loop them in.

Bruce was glaring daggers out the window as Gordon explained himself. The conversation went on for a while longer before Bruce ground out, "Fine, just get here fast!" before hanging up and dropping his phone into his pockets.

Selina raised an eyebrow at him and he let out a frustrated sigh before turning to her, "Zucco escaped."

"What?!" Selina hissed, "He didn't tell us about that?!" She asked incredulously.

"He thought we might alert the press in order to find him faster. Zucco called the office today and asked me to hand over Dick."

Selina didn't bother asking why Zucco thought Bruce would just hand Dick over. There were still many people that doubted Bruce's intentions towards the child had been innocent.

" He is sending over package at five with a number that I need to call to establish a drop off point by six."

"A drop off point? What for Dick?!" Selina almost yelled it.

"Yes, but obviously he isn't going to lay a hand on him. Also, we decided not to tell Dick anything until we absolutely need him to know. We don't want him doing anything rash."

Selina opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted when the door opened again, this time a concerned british butler and a confused teen came walking through the door.

"What's going on?" Dick asked as soon as the door closed.

Selina said nothing but watched Bruce as he turned toward his young ward, "We got an interesting call today and I thought it would be best if we all stayed here."

The fifteen year old raised an eyebrow, "What was it about?"

Bruce shook his head, "We will tell you if we think you need to know."

Dick's jaw dropped and he looked incredulously between them, "What? That doesn't make any sense! If it isn't important enough for me to know then it shouldn't be important enough for you to pull me out of school!"

Selina stepped in although she didn't really agree with the idea of keeping Dick in the dark, "It is if we say it is, Dick."

Dick glared at her, "You can't treat me like a little kid!"

Bruce sighed, "Do you trust us?" He asked the question but he already knew the answer.

"Of course." Dick muttered and looked away.

"Then trust that we will tell you if you need to know." Bruce's attempt to console his ward didn't work as well as he thought because he opened his mouth again, only to be cut off by the door opening once again.

"Commissioner." Bruce said as evenly as possible. He was still angry with the man but he didn't need Dick catching onto anything. He should have known the boy was better than that. Dick gave him a weird look.

"Bruce, Miss Kyle," He moved forward to shake their hands before smiling at Alfred and Dick.

"How you been, kid?" Gordon asked as brightly as he could given the situation. Selina could see on Dicks face that he didn't believe the false cheer for a second.

"Fine. What's going on Commish?" He asked obviously hoping to get around his guardian.

Gordon cleared his throat, "Bruce and I have decided to let you know if we think it becomes necessary."

Dick turned his head to glare at Bruce, "Why?"

Bruce narrowed his eyes in kind, "Because I said so."

Selina had to stop herself from rolling her eyes, that was so not the right thing to say to a teenager in this situation, especially this teenager.

"You can't be serious! Since when do you not tell me things like this?" His temper was clearly rising, "We wouldn't be here unless one of us or all of us were in danger, and if that's the case then I need to know!"

Selina put a hand on Dick's shoulder and he pushed it off, "Richard John Grayson, you are going to calm down. If you needed to know, you would know. If you want this to be cleared up as quickly as possible then you are going to have to cooperate. And you had better not do anything stupid to try and figure out what's going on. You are going to find a place in this office to sit down and do you school work and we will tell you if you are needed. Do you understand?"

Dick didn't answer or even nod, he just glared at the floor, obviously not budging.

Bruce stepped in, "Richard. Do. You. Understand?"

Dick crossed his arms and switched from glaring at the floor to glaring at a wall but he nodded. One single, sharp nod before moving away and plopping roughly onto the couch on the far side of the room.

Selina mentally sighed, "Are you sure it's a good idea to keep him in the dark? He won't be able to protect himself as well."

Gordon nodded, "If all goes well, we won't need him to. One of my officers came up with a plan. It's a long shot but it's better than nothing. I trust him, he's been on the force for about six years now and he has been a straight shooter."

Bruce nodded, "Let's hear it then."

Gordon nodded and left the room to retrieve the officer as well as Bullock. They all settled around Bruce's desk and filled Alfred in.

The officer looked pretty grim to Selina, she had a feeling she wouldn't like his plan.

A/N: Hey guys! How are you liking it so far?