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Chapter 2-

Red Arrow stood on top of the Star Labs building in the heart of StarCity. It was around ten o'clock and he was looking out over the city for some action. Green Arrow had covered most of the crime areas already, and Roy didn't want to go around there on the chance he would run into his old mentor. He was getting sick of his constant badgering to reconsider joining the Junior League. He wanted nothing to do with a fantasy from the League to keep him in his place. To make him believe he was important.

But on some level, as small as it was, he missed running with Ollie and his friends. He considered them all his brothers and Arrow was like a father to him. But he wouldn't go back. He was too determined to make his own way as a real hero.

"Maybe I should just get a new city." He sighed, sliding off his perch and on to the roof of the building. He shot and arrow at a tree and used his bow to slide to the ground. Walking away into the shadows, his old com-link went off. He sighed and put it in his ear. "Look Wally, for the last time, I'm not joining-"
"We need you to come to the cave. Something's happened. We need your help." Wally cut him off. Roy could hear the tension in his friend's voice. He stopped waking. "What's wrong Wally?" He said, a growing worry churning in his stomach.

"It's Robin. We were attacked last night and someone took him. We don't know where he is." Roy's heart fell into his stomach.

"Who took him Wally?" Wally didn't answer right away. "Wally, who took him?" He asked again, more forcefully.

"Death Stroke." Wally answered. Roy smashed his fist into the brick wall of the nearest building. He knew this mans reputation; what he was capable of.

"I'll be there tonight." Roy slipped the com-link into his belt. He didn't know a lot about this assassin, but he knew someone who did. Roy started to run to the place he had parked his motorcycle. Sitting down, he tapped the monitor and the built in computer blinked to life. He pulled up a map of the city and hoped he could locate her. If anyone knew about other assassins, it was Cheshire. He just hoped they were still on talking terms and she wouldn't try to kill him again…

*"Red Arrow's on his way." Wally said to Aqualad, pulling his own com-link out of his ear.

"Why did you call him?" Artemis asked, a little irritated at the fact there would be another archer present.

"Because Robin is like his little brother. He's not that bad of a detective and we need him." He answered her coldly. "Deal with it." The anger in his eyes took her by surprise. She had never seen him this angry before. She looked at the other boys. Conner was leaning against the wall, Megan at his side. Whatever she was saying, it didn't seem to be registering with him. He was staring at the floor so intensely, she actually thought lasers might shoot out at any second. Kaldur didn't look that much better. His face was sporting worry lines that normally never showed through his layer of calmness. Artemis never really thought about how much Robin meant to them. In fact, she had never though about how much Robin meant to her. His funny laugh, the way her could always prank Wally and then be one step ahead of him when he wanted revenge. He could always lighten the mood and was never a jerk when he beat them in a sparing match (Which was quite often.) or how he was just fun to be around. Artemis felt her mouth form into a frown.

Oh great. She thought. Now I'm worrying too.

*Batman was sitting alone in the Batcave watching the cave's Surveillance footage of the kidnapping, looking for any clues he may have missed when Alfred walked in.

"Would you like something to eat, sir? You've been down here ever since you returned."

"No Alfred. Thank you." Bruce answered, not even looking up. Alfred sighed and went back upstairs. Bruce rewound the video for what seemed like the thousandth time. He had to have missed something! Anything to tell him where this man took his son. He leaned back and rubbed his eyes. He needed to find Dick before something happened to him. But he had the bad feeling that something already had.

*Robin groaned. He could feel the coldness of the hard metal floor on his face, making him shiver. Slowly, he let his eyes flitter open. He was in some kind of metal room, almost like a safe. In the darkness, he could make out a big door with a hatch wheel in the middle of it. As he sat up, a wave of nausea passed over him and he fought to not be sick. The room he was in was small and it had no windows.

Maybe I am in a safe. He thought. But how did I-

All the memories of the attack floated back into his mind. Oh brilliant. He thought. The wheel of the door turned and opened, letting in white light that made Robin squint.

"Morning." Death Stroke chuckled. "How did the bird sleep in his new cage?" Robin grimaced and stood up. He wouldn't let this guy see him so weak again. He grabbed for a weapon from his utility belt, but it wasn't there. Instantly panicked, he checked himself. He was still in his normal clothes from last night. His hand flung to his face. His sunglasses were gone.

A deep pit formed in his stomach. He backed away from the man, suddenly feeling a lot smaller than he had in a while. He felt naked without his belt. Death Stroke laughed again.

"Don't worry Mr. Grayson. Your secret and the big man's are safe. For now." He moved out of the room and beckoned for Dick to follow. "If you want it to stay that way, you'll do as I say."

Hesitantly, Dick followed the assassin out of the room. The hallway look liked a stretched out version of the room he had been it. All grey and no windows. A series of doors lined the walls. Death Stroke stopped at the end of the hall and stood next the last door.

"I've been watching you for a while now Robin. I've seen how you operate- The way you can solve any problem in your way, your specialized fighting technique. You're self-sufficient. I like that. I wouldn't be surprised if that little team falls apart without you." He moved and opened the door to reveal what the room held.

Dick's heart stopped.

A suit and mask hung on a rack inside. It was black along with a cape of the same color, and had a silver belt, boots and gloves. The mask was a full head cover that looked like a skull. There was a blood red x running down the chest.

"No way would I ever-" He started to back away.

"A kid with morals. Cute." Faster than Dick could react, Death Stroke jabbed a syringe into Dick's neck. Dick sucked in a staggered breath and felt his knees buckle. Death Stroke caught him as he fell and his vision grew fuzzy.

"What… is… this?" His words became slurred. Death Stroke chuckled.

"Just a little something for your mind. Don't worry. I'm a man of my word. I'll keep your secret. Even if you don't remember it, Red X."

Everything went black.