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Nightwing can feel it in the air.

The unmistakable sense of dread hovers around the manor. Entangled in its grasp, Dick can feel it pressing itself against his muscles draining what little energy he has left. The tension is so thick he feels like he is swimming through sand, his heart thumps in protest at the strain.

Cautiously he enters through the front door, weapon in hand awaiting whatever is lying in the shadows.

'Alfred!'

'Tim!'

The words echo across the corridors.

Silence.

Dick wanders desperately through the rooms, his thoughts become more frantic. The pulse in his neck throbs so hard that the muscles in his neck scream in protest.

Practically sprinting now, he charges into the kitchen. It is dark, and ... colder than usual, Dick shivers. A slight scent of rot floats on the air, then evaporates faster than Nightwing can pinpoint it.

'Master Richard?'

'Alfred!'

His collapsed form sprawls across the kitchen floor, on a closer inspection Dick can see that he has sustained a head injury. Small droplets of blood dribble down his forehead. His temple has received the worst of the blow and is now a furious shade of purple.

'What happened Alfred!'

'I believe someone got the jump on me sir'

'What gave it away? Did you see them?'

'No master Richard, I'm afraid my vision was blurred'

'I'm getting you to a hospital'

'It 's alright Mr Grayson, I'm quite capable of ...'

'I'm getting you to a hospital.'

What about master Drake?, The intruder may still be here.'

'Tim can handle himself, he's a smart kid.'

'Do you believe that sir?'

'Absolutely.'

While draping Alfred across over his shoulder, Dick stumbles back outside to his motorbike. Whatever is here, whatever it is, Nightwing feels that it wants both of them away. The manor seems hostile, rooms feel unwelcoming. A new presence had made itself at home, one that doesn't want Dick interfering. He is more than willing to oblige. Tim can handle this, he's ready.

Switching on his communicator.

'Bruce are you there?'

...

'Bruce listen, Alfred is hurt I'm taking him to the hospital.'

...

'Bruce RESPOND!'

...

The static hum's softly. Nightwing throws his hands up in frustration.

'This is ridiculous!'

A sudden noise, catches his attention, Dick stares at the communicator. A voice, drums, bass, keyboard.

The tune devours the static and chants to itself innocently.

Nightwing's eyes widen.

A stab of emotion runs through his chest. His mouth dries up, and his hands shake. He clumsily tries to switch the communicator off but the music fights back increasing in volume. In retaliation Dick rips the system out of his bike and hurls it across the pavement.

It had been Jason's favorite song.

'Master Dick are you alright?'

'I'm fine Alfred'

'Sir I believe you are crying.'

Sorry for the delay I've been busy this week. Its a bit short, just setting the scene I shall get round to Tim and Batman in the next chapter.

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