To clarify, since this just occurred to me, the ages of the Robins are as follows:

Nightwing: 26

Red Hood: 23

Robin: 17

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Chapter 2: Everything Went to Shit, and You Totally Missed Out

The red buggy sped along the highway, splashing through the puddles accumulating from the rain.

Jason Todd sat at the wheel, speeding and swerving between the lanes. Tim Drake was in the shotgun seat on his phone.

Dick Grayson laid down across the back, holding the back of his head. He was still reeling from the fight in Bludhaven. "Where are we going?"

"Back to Gotham, obviously," Tim said, not looking up from his phone. Jason made some grunting noise while staring straight ahead at the road.

Why do I know these people? Nightwing shook his head. "What's really going on here? Why is Jason here?"

"I can crash this car, right now," Jason offered. "I don't care."

"Chill the fuck out, Todd, Jesus Christ," Tim said. He turned back to Dick. "We're gonna need his help."

Dick cocked his head questioningly.

"Bruce is missing."

Suddenly, Nightwing's head started to hurt a lot more. Batman was missing? "Have you talked to Alfred?"

"Also missing."

"So no one's even at Wayne Manor?"

Jason let out a snort.

"What's so funny?" Nightwing asked.

"Dick… there is no Wayne Manor," Tim asked.

The three of them stood in front of a giant sinkhole that used to be Wayne Manor. The rain was beginning to fill it up.

Jason couldn't hide his smirk. "Man, someone fucked this place up good."

Dick decided to ignore him. "Tim, what about the Batcave?"

"Caved in. Probably for the best, so the authorities won't find any of it."

Dick nodded. "How did this even happen?"

"Explosives," Tim said. "Someone rigged them in the middle of the night. I barely got out of the house. And there was no sign of Bruce or Alfred anywhere."

"Wow," Jason said. "That sounds like quite the adventure. Almost as if it was more interesting than anything Dick and I were up to."

"Yeah, I guess. It might even be worth writing about," Tim added.

"Nah, that sounds like a lot of work," Jason said.

Dick stood off to the side. He could barely hear the others. Wayne Manor was his home. After his parents had died, Bruce had taken him in and made into something greater than he could ever imagine. He and Alfred had raised him in that house.

Nightwing's fist clenched. He had to do anything in his power to save them.

"Tim, what's the plan?"

Tim Drake stared back at him blankly.

"You have no plan?"

Tims silence continued.

"So you went and got me all the way from Bludhaven, and brought me back here with no plan?" Nightwing shouted. He then looked over at Jason. "How did he get you to do this?"

Jason shrugged. "I see this panning out where I get to bash someone's skull."

"That actually makes way too much sense for you," Tim commented.

"You two are insufferable!" Nightwing exclaimed.

"Grayson, you need to unwind. Let's go get a beer," Jason said.

"I'm not of age," Tim said.

Jason rolled his eyes. "Details."

Nightwing groaned and started to walk towards the car. Red Hood and Robin followed him.

They all got in the buggy and sat in silence. Suddenly, Tim's phone buzzed.

"Who's that?" Jason asked.

Tim pulled out his phone and looked. "Someone who may be able to help us," he said, and started typing.

"Who?" Nightwing said. Who could possibly help this situation?

"Barbara Gordon," Tim said.

Nightwing facepalmed. Jason looked around confused, then asked, "Isn't that the chick with the big cans?"

Tim held back his laughter and nodded. "She's also Dick's ex-girlfriend."

Jason looked back at Nightwing and said, "No wonder. She's totally out of your league dude."

Dick wanted to wake up from this dragged out nightmare. "How is Barbara going to help us?"

"I can think of a few ways," Jason said smiling. Dick kicked the back of his seat.

"I'm not entirely sure, but I guess we'll find out when we see her," Tim said. "Her place is five blocks north of here," he told Jason.

Jason glared at him. "What am I, your chauffeur?"

"I could drive," Nightwing said.

"Nevermind," Jason said, putting the car in gear. "I'd rather die than sit in the backseat while you go under the speed limit, Grayson."

The red buggy pulled away from Wayne Manor and drove into uptown Gotham.

As they passed through the vacant streets, it suddenly occurred to the Nightwing. "Man, I hate this fucking city."

Red Hood and Robin both nodded. "Yeah, I always thought that. I just can't say it in front of Batman," Tim said.

"Preach," Jason said.

"Did you guys ever get the feeling that you weren't allowed to think for yourselves. You know, when you were Robins?" Tim asked.

"Every fucking day of it," Jason said.

"It just feels like I have to agree with Bruce on everything."

"That's how it is. He clouds your judgement on everything."

"Now, hold on," Nightwing interrupted. "Batman is by no means perfect, but he's the smartest guy I know, so his judgement is good by me. I mean, I turned out okay."

"Okay is a relative term," Red Hood quickly added.

"You suck, Todd."

"You swallow, Grayson."

"I have such great role models," Tim said. "This is what I have to look forward to?"

"Pretty much," Jason said.

"Aren't we nearby Barbara's place?" Nightwing asked. He suddenly recognized the neighborhood they were in.

"Oh yeah! Let's get out here," Tim said. Jason parked the buggy on the side of the street, and they all climbed out.

After standing around for a moment, they all realized why they shouldn't have done that. Another car immediately pulled up, and a gang of four thugs jumped out.

"Hey!" One of the thugs shouted. "One of those guys put my cousin's roommate into Arkham! I think!"

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," Tim said.

"Can I kill them?" Jason said, pulling out two pistols.

"No! No guns!" Nightwing shouted.

"Fine. For now."

Jason put his guns away and ran at the nearest guy. The thug swung a large arm at him, and Red Hood slid under it and then jumped on the thug's back. He repeatedly hit the guy in the head, then jumped off and threw the thug towards Robin and Nightwing. Robin met the dizzy thug with a kick to the crotch, and then tripped him onto the ground. Nightwing ran past and punched another thug in the jaw. Red Hood was in a sparring match with the third.

"Switch!" Nightwing shouted. He jumped over Red Hood's shoulders and kicked his opponent in the temple. Red Hood rolled away and hit Nightwing's thug in the stomach with a few jabs, and then slugged him in the face. The two thugs dropped.

"Guys!" Robin shouted. Nightwing looked over and saw the fourth thug.

"He's just sitting on me!" Robin screamed. The fourth thug, who was unreasonably large, was sitting on top of Robin's back, and laughing heavily. "You are a puny person," the thug said.

Nightwing threw one of his escrima sticks, striking the thug in the forehead and knocking him out.

Robin rolled out from under him and lay panting on the ground. "He's...so...fat," Tim said.

"Hey Dick," Jason said. "You ever do that acrobatic shit over my shoulders again, and I'll shove one of those sticks of yours up your ass."

"Noted." Nightwing looked around and grabbed the nearest thug, slapping him awake.

"Who do you work for?" He said, lifting the man off the ground. The man spat in his face, so Nightwing kneed him in the balls. "Talk!"

"We're with Two-face! He saw you guys coming into the city and wanted us to fuck you up."

"How did that go for you?" Nightwing asked grinning.

"It's a work in progress," the thug said. Then he lunged with another punch.

Nightwing dodged swiftly, and the punch landed on Red Hood's mask, knocking Jason back a bit.

"You son of a bitch!" Jason pulled out a gun and aimed at the man's head.

"Jason, no!" Nightwing shouted.

Before Red Hood could pull the trigger, something hit it out of his hands. On the ground next to the gun was a batarang.

The three vigilantes looked up and saw Batgirl, crouching on a nearby lamppost.

She jumped down and punched the thug in the face, knocking him out again.

"Babs!" Dick exclaimed. So many thoughts were racing through his mind. Her auburn hair. Her blue eyes. Her red lips…

"Hi," he said.

Batgirl visibly rolled her eyes.

"Nice," Red Hood said. Nightwing punched him in the arm.

"Hey Dick," Barbara said.

"Wait, is that you saying my name, or you calling me a dick?"

"Why do you care?"

"Well, forget I asked then," Nightwing said, looking extremely uncomfortable. Jason looked at him and chuckled.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Batgirl asked Jason.

"Whatever you need me for, baby," Jason said smirking.

"BARF!" Tim yelled from his place on the ground.

"Shut up Drake, or I'll wake that fat thug up again!" Red Hood shouted.

"Please god no!"

Batgirl held her temples. "Oh my god, kill me. You three are the worst."

"What the fuck did I do?" Tim asked, finally getting up.

"Well, you suck in general, so...," Jason said.

Batgirl shook her head, not entertaining the current conversation. "We better get back inside before more thugs find us. There's a lot you need to hear. Let's go back to my place."

"Buy me a drink first," Jason said.

"I have no reservations about castrating you," Barbara responded.

"Yes, ma'am," Jason said, then he whispered to Tim, "Never stick your dick in crazy."

"No shit, Sherlock," Tim said.

"Can we just get going?" Dick said, finally finding words. He was still blatantly staring at Batgirl.

"Follow me," Batgirl said. The four of them disappeared into the shadows of a nearby alley.