I do not own nothing except the thugs. If i owned DC, i would die happy, but it will never happen DX. Please R&R

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Chapter 2

Tim Drake, now dressed as Robin, scoured the city to find anyone in trouble and more importantly, to kick more bad guy's butts. He already had a count of ten, and doesn't know what Dick had yet. Probably doesn't have any and is too embarrassed to say it, Tim smiled to himself.

He tried to get him on his communicator. "Nightwing……hellooooo! Are you there?"

At first there was static, like the first two times he tried, but this time a voice answered. "What Robin?"

"Oh nothing, I just wanted to see how many bad guys you put down. Let me guess, none?" Robin snickered.

"Who do you think I am? An amateur? I already have twelve guys down." Dick said matter-a- factly.

"Twelve?! How did you get twelve guys in one night? Usually we only get five to 9 people."

"I am just a better crime fighter than you I guess." Tim heard the former boy wonder's stifled laugh.

"Well, it is still night which means I can still beat you."

"Suuuuuurrrrreee." Nightwing said sarcastically. "Well good luck with that. Talk to you later." Saying that, Dick turned off his communicator.

Tim harrumphed and jumped to another building. All of a sudden he heard a scream from below. Robin looked down and saw a young woman surrounded by three men. The first two looked easy, but the third was very big builded; very muscular. But Tim shook it off. If he got those three he would be in the lead. Plus that woman needed help and he wasn't gonna let her down. Tim flipped off the building, in the process kicked the closest guy in the head.

"I think it would be smart if you leave her alone." He said bravely. With the trio of thugs distracted, the young woman ran off and escaped.

"Hey you little punk, you just cost us a nice night. Looks like w have to teach you a lesson." One of them said, the other two approaching Tim.

"Oh yeah, well come and get me." Tim motioned them. The first guy who talked ran at him and started swinging his fists. Tim dodged the fists with ease and kicked him in the stomach. The thug bent over in pain and Tim kicked him in the face, knocking him out. The second thug then came at him and started to try and punch him. Again it was too easy and the thirteen year old punched him out. Man at this rate I am gonna beat Dick so bad! Tim thought to himself as soon as the second guy went down.

Next the third thug, who was the strong looking one, went at him. Tim dodged most of his fists but the guy hit him right in the face. Tim fell to the ground. "Ughhhhh." He groaned. The thug then started to smile evilly and began to kick Tim in the stomach repeatedly. At the end, Tim felt very sore and couldn't really move. He tried to catch his breath after the final kick. The man then picked a now struggling Tim up from the front of his suit. "You know kid, you really shouldn't have went into our business. Now you are going to pay."

Before the big brute could deliver a VERY painful punch, a shadow came upon them and kicked the guy in the face, making him fall to the ground, thus dropping Tim. The shadow dodged the fists of a very angry thug and the figure punched and kicked him in very swift moves. It didn't take long until the thug was down for the count. The shadow went to Robin and held out his hand.

"You ok, kid?" Tim opened his eyes (he had them shut since he was almost unconscious) and saw who the figure was. It was Nightwing.

Tim grabbed his hand and allowed Dick to help him up. "Yeah I am fine."

"Good, cause since I knocked that guy out for you that counts me for thirteen. And before you say you will get more guys, look up in the sky."

Tim reluctantly did so, and saw that it was sunrise. Which meant patrol was over. "Since our bet's time has expired, I think that makes me the winner." Tim knew what was coming next……… "So I think you know what that means."

"Oh nooooo……" Tim groaned.

"That's right boy wonder," Dick smiled and ruffled the younger boy's hair, "party time!"