Okay, so how did you like that last chappie?

Well, here's one more just because I love you guys sooo much!

Last time on Rooftops:

"NIghtwing, where is this."

"Near Crime Alley, three blocks away from the fight last night."

Bruce POV

"Where did they take him?" I zoomed in closer, and watched the men as they spoke. The one nearest Jason was also nearest to the camera, so I was able to make out two words. Black Mask.

"I'm not sure-"

"They work for Black Mask," I said. Why had I let Jason leave? He was injured and vulnerable, with many people in Gotham, including Black Mask, angry enough to kill him.

"Mask isn't in the building. Only three people are in there. Wait, there's something going on at the docs. I'm sending you the video." My computer beeped, and brought up a visual of a warehouse with a 17 above the door. A black four door SUV was parked outside in front of the double doors. I watched Black Mask get out of the SUV, and step away. Two big men exited after him. They turned around, and reached into the van again. The body they pulled out was bound at the wrists, ankles, gagged, and blindfolded. But it was unmistakably Jason's body. His chest rose slightly, so I knew he was still breathing.

"NIghtwing, when was this?"

"Around 8 am this morning." I looked at my watch. Ten pm. More than twelve hours had passed. What was the chance he had been moved? "Have they moved?"

"No. They're still there."

"Good. Take your bike and go watch the warehouse. Keep your comm unit on. Report any activity, but do nothing but watch. Ok?" I knew Dick, and at the slightest hint that Jason was in trouble, Dick would do something reckless to protect his little brother.

"Yeah. Sure."

"Dick, promise me. I need to know you'll stay safe."

"Alright. I promise." A Grayson never breaks a promise. Ever. I smiled, knowing he wouldn't break his word.

"Thank you. Be careful."

"I will."

Jason POV

I'd been blindfolded, gagged, and tied at the wrists and ankles. The ropes rubbed my wrists red and raw. Seventeen B, wasn't it? I was carried inside, and once again, dumped on the cold cement floor. I yelled around a hundred curses against my gag. A foot swung against my ribs, causing me to gasp. Unfortunately, I almost swallowed my gag. After that, a pair of hands yanked me to my feet and slammed against the wall. Thick iron handcuffs were buckled around my wrists. A fist collided with my head, and knocked me out again.

As I woke, I groaned, and opened my eyes. My vision was hazy, but I could make out Black Mask standing a few feet away speaking to one of his goons. I couldn't hear anything. But I certainly felt some bruises, and my broken ribs. Hey, remember that shot to the leg you took last night Jason? Yeah, that still hurts. A lot. And I'm talking to myself. Wonderful. You know it. I'm gettin' kinda tired of holding you up here... And my leg is talking to me. When did that happen?

So, I'm chained to a wall. There are about 15 guys here. With two guns each. And a pissed crime lord who wants "this man dead...beaten, broken, his head mounted on my wall kinda dead." My leg is out of commission, not to mention painful, and I can barely move my torso. So, that rules out fighting. No help will come. I hurt my brother badly the night before last, so he probably will be off the streets for a while. My father's out on patrol tonight. Is it even night? I look at the ceiling, and spot a small skylight that shows a dark sky. And black hair. Yep, it's night.

Nightwing POV

As I crouch on the roof of Warehouse 17b, watching my brother, I reflect on how we got here. He had come to Wayne Manor off the streets. How an 11 year old had gotten three of the tires off the Batmobile? The world will never know. He had been smart, and a good fighter. Quick, strong, but not so good at thinking things through. Bruce loved Jason.

And then, Bosnia happened. Ra's al Ghul blew up a few up a few banks, and Dad took Jason with him. Joker appeared, and killed my 15 year old brother. He beat him to death with a crowbar. And then, as if that wasn't enough, he blew up the warehouse with Jason inside it. Batman found him there, buried in the ash, covered in bruises and cuts, broken and bloody.

Joker was dragged to prison and put in a body cast. And now Jason was alive. I don't know whether to call it a miracle or a curse. He's the reason my knee is black and blue. He's also my brother. This is my only chance to be there for him. Yeah, I'm not doing too well at that right now. Because he's chained to a wall with broken ribs and a bullet wound to his thigh. Movement inside the building draws my attention.

Black Mask stepped forward, and was sayin' somethin' to Jason. I couldn't quite make it out, so I lay down on my stomach and got close to the window.

"-ten cases of assorted SMG's and PDW's, along with 5.45 caliber assault rifles. Then, you had to go and blow up my guns, my drivers, and my trucks! As if it wasn't enough, you beat the Fearsome Hand of Four, and you took my drug money!" He threw a punch, and Jason tried to double up in pain. Obviously, due to the chains, he couldn't. He cried out, and he collapsed against the wall. He must have broken ribs, otherwise he wouldn't have reacted like that. The guy was tough. "You blew up my office! My desk! It was Mahogany! Do you know how much that cost? You're going to pay for that. One way, or another."

"Nightwing to Batman," I whispered into my comm. I wiggled back from the glass, and rose into a crouch.

"Batman here."

"Hood's been restrained. Chained to a wall. Black Mask is planning to torture him."

"Stay on that roof! Do not interfere."

"He's already got broken ribs and has sustained a bullet wound to the thigh. Mask had someone bandage it, but he may be developing an infection-"

"Nightwing, do not engage Black Mask's men. You don't have backup. Wait for me to get there."

"What if he dies?" Bruce doesn't say anything for a few moments. "What are you doing anyway?"

"I'm assuming Mask is armed?" He didn't answer the question.

"I see two guns per man. Ten men. Twenty guns. Jason is unarmed."

"That helps."

"That helps."

"With what?"

An attack would be difficult. Those ten men and twenty guns aren't just for show. Bruce could take four of them easily, and I could take three with my knee. That leaves three and Black Mask, who could easily kill or move Jason in the time it took us to take down those ten goons. "Can we really risk an attack?"

"Yes."

If you catch the reference, review! I couldn't resist adding it. I did every POV I could think of. I tried to get this up at 12 am. Not sure if i could

Happy New Year people! I love you guys.

Ani