A/N: First A/N in this series, sweet, I came up with some morbid thoughts and let my friends choose, one of my friends "Koda" as we call her, chose this one. This is for you Koda, promise I'll sprinkle some fun in here!
Missing. That was a bad word. No matter how you used it just meant something was missing. Or someone. Robin or Dick Grayson was no where to be found by the batfamily and the team said they hadn't seen the boy wonder for the past 3 days.
This was bad, really bad. (A/N: Wow another one, hmm I'll stop after this, yes Koda, I know I hate the other Robins to DEATH but this is the only way I can tolerate them. EVER!) Bruce couldn't tell the boys, they didn't know about the whole Batman and Robin thing.
Bruce forgot how hard it was to keep secrets from people you live with. He sighed placing his head into his hands. The boys were panicking. They've been at the Manor for about 2 months now and they took it apon themselves to protect their missing baby brother.
The world began to fade around the edges and Bruce took another sip of his coffee. He'd been up for the past week and a half on a case with that gang that went off the grid. The 'Dark Cobras' or whatever. There hasn't been a lead for a while now and Bruce began to think it was the Court of Owls doing.
A soft knock came to his door and Bruce lifted his head from his hands "Come in." He muttered, knowing Alfred would've walked in anyway.
"Master Bruce," came the kind voice "You need to rest." he urged. Bruce shook his head slowly "I need to find Dick." he responded talking another sip of his coffee.
"You will be no good to the young master exhausted, now do I need to get a sedative or will you go upstairs and sleep Master Bruce?" Alfred asked his voice getting more threatening by the moment. Bruce didn't have it in him to argue and nodded again, lifting himself from his chair, he went upstairs.
The 3 boys watched from the couch in the living room as their father went upstairs. They knew he hadn't been sleeping and they were glad Alfred was forcing the man to sleep.
Sure, they haven't known Dick as long as Bruce, but the kid was still their brother. They didn't know all his secrets but they knew enough about the kid's past to know he was strong. He was gonna be fine.
Well that's what they told themselves and eachother. "Guys," Tim's voice echoed in the large manor "It's so, silent here without Dick."
"That it is Master Tim." Alfred's voice was heaven to their ears "Master Richard gives this place a meaning other where Master Bruce can brood. The young boy gave Bruce's life meaning after his parents died. Now he will do anything to get him back."
Damian reached out to the butler "Pennyworth?" he asked fear lacing his words which wsan't normal for Damian at all. Alfred turned and hugged the young man.
Damian hugged back, his mind racing "Will Grayson be okay?" he asked, his tone barely above a whisper.
Alfred squeezed Damian a little tighter "I sure hope so Master Damian. I sure hope so."
Damian nodded "Thanks Penny- Thanks Alfred." he stated turning and sitting down on the couch where he and his brothers sat close, yearning for the warmth of their smallest member.
"We should save him." Jason suggested "We should at least, try and find him. We can't just sit and do nothing anymore! It's been 3 days! 3 days!" his voice was angry then pleading "We have to do something." he muttered.
Damian nodded silently "We have to try. Do something, anything. What do you say Tim?" Tim smiled, for the first time since they realized Dick was missing, nodding.
"What are we waiting for!" He exclaimed pulling out his laptop. He opened the computer typing in a long password to open to the desktop. The screensavor showed Batman and Robin back to back arms crossed with Gotham in the backround the bat signal shining above the two.
Jason and Damian raised an eyebrow and Tim shrugged "I'm a fan." he stated simply.
"You think they shut off his phone or left it around somewhere?" Damian asked and Jason facepalmed "Duh!" he shouted "Can you track his phone Tim?"
Tim nodded, determination spredding across his features "I can try." he stated before he started to type, code after code, command after command.
Then there was the beep, the good kind of beep. A green 'Access Granted' appeared before disolving back into code leaving a password bar.
Tim raised an eyebrow, password protection? Why? He fingers started to subconciously type in what he assumed would work. 'TheLastFlyingGrayson' he typed slow and then that beep began again.
'Family Members Granted.' The screen read before once again disolving into the backround.
A digital map of Gotham appeared a small red dot blinking over the location of an empty warehouse on the edge of Gotham city. The dot flickered before coming back strong with a continuous blink. Dick was in a place where his phone had trouble conneting to a radio tower? Tim gasped with realization, They're keeping him in a basement.
He turned to his brothers "I know where he is? They're keeping him in a cold basement in an abondoned warehouse on the edge of Gotham's border." The other tow's eyes widened in momental shock before their faces turned to scowls.
Jason smirked "Alright, either of you know how to hurt people?" He asked, Damian smiled a scary sight pulling a smile Dagger out of his combat boot.
"I think I get it from my parents." He stated with a smile before throwing the knife with scary accuracy right over Jason's head. Jason himself smiled wider "I've never been more proud Damian."
The 3 boys laughed before slowly silencing. Tim tucked his laptop away in his case under the coffee table and Jason stood slowly followed by Damian and Tim. They had a brother to save.
The warehouse was dark and scary to the boys. They sat on the rooftop of the stone building looking in through the skylight that was conveniently there. They couldn't see anybody but they new someone was there. They didn't now how, specificly, they knew there was someone there. They just knew.
The wind blew around the building whipping their short haircuts and they couldn't help but think of how Dick's hair would be all over, sticking up at weird angles.
The wind was making a loud noise, their ears listening to the loud whoosh of the wind, repeat changing directions and overlapping itself. Tim sighed "Guys," he whispered, barely audible above the wind "What if it's worse then last time?" he asked "What if he's not strong enough this time?"
Jason huffed "Don't talk like that Tim. He's- He's strong enough to get through anything." he said and Damian put a hand on both of their shoulder from behind startling the two, they didn't hear him they were so wrapped up in their thoughts.
"If he's not strong enough alone we'll help him, if we can't Wayne can." Damian stated, his voice emotionless but the other 2 could hear the worried undertone.
They stared down into the room and almost gasped in shock. There stood around 6 men talking. The boys didn't even notice them enter.
Jason smiled "Heh, I guess were bad at this huh guys?" he questioned trying to lighten the mood. The faint sound of a gun cocking caught their attention and the boys turned to find 3 men with guns pointed at them.
The man in the middle smirked "Yeah, Pretty bad." The three stood slowly hands above their heads. Damian smirked back "Doesn't make you any better." he stated "Your holding your gun wrong dumbass."
The thug growled and pressed lightly on the trigger "I suggest you shut up kid." Damian shrugged, smirk still placed firmly on his face and identical ones on the faces of Jason and Tim.
The 3 thugs lead the 3 boys down the stairs, each pressing their gun into the latter's backs. Finally they reached the first floor of the building.
The 6 men from before turned and smiled, one specific man, he was bald and skinny with a blonde goatee, he raised his arms, gesturing to the warehouse "Welcome young men, I assume your looking from the small one?" he asked.
Damian growled glaring at the man "What the fuck did you do to him?" he asked. Jason glared and Tim shuffled his feet, he didn't like this situation.
The leader, as it looked, smiled brightly but darkly "I'll show you." he insisted leading them down another staircase to the basement.
They stopped to a horrid sight. Dick was tied to a chair, his wrists to the arms and his ankles to the legs and his waist to the back, and duct tape was placed over his mouth in layers. A metal cart sat next to him covered in blood soaked knifes scalpels and other tools. A drip was next to him pumping a weird clear liquid into him through an IV.
"Dick!" The boys screamed in unison, the goatee man- they needed some sort of name for him- laughed.
"He can't hear you, he's heavily sedated. See that." he pointed to the drip "That's pumping a sedative and some, other chemicals into his body,"
The man tilted his head and the boys felt themselves being pushed over to 3 more chairs. They obediently sat down in the chairs, still staring at their brother who's head rested against his chest.
When they finally snapped out of their trance they realized they were tied tightly to the chairs in which they sat, tied in the same fashion as Dick. One of the men was taking the IV out of Dick's arm and hooking it back up to the drip. They roled the large pole like structure away to the corner and walked away not bothering a second look but instead a muttered "Tell us when he's awake kids."
They stared waiting for Dick to move, to look up. To do something! "Ugh!" Jason groaned "We're totally failures!" Damian huffed and couldn't do anything but nod. Tim on the other hand had tears in his eyes. He couldn't do anything, not for any of his brothers. He was useless and he might die down here with his family he had started to love so deeply. A few tear slipped past his eyelids and he squeezed his eyes shut forcing the rest of the tears to flow out and down his cheeks.
"God we couldn't even save our brother. We are failures, we might die down here guys. Do you even realize that. We're totally fucked!" Tim almosted screamed in frustration.
They heard a muffled groan and looked over to see Dick rolling his head in a circle his eyes closed. A pop resonated in the room and Dick sighed in relief, he'd had a crook in his neck since that morning. His eyes fluttered open and he stared into the eyes of his brothers.
He glared at the boys with a passionate fury. They got themselves captured? Seriously! He was perfectly fine, he didn't need their damn "help" or whatever.
"Dick?" Tim asked, making Dick look to him. Taht's when he realized the tears. He wished he could just say something damnit!
He cocked his head to the side and his brothers thought he looked like a lost puppy? "Are you okay?" Jason asked.
Dick raised an eyebrow and gesture to the tape over his mouth the drip and the metal cart next to him. Jason blushed lightly "Right." he muttered looking down. Dick chuckled lightly looking over to Damian.
The young man had his gaze fixed on Dick in a glare, but the glare wasn't for him it was for his condition. "What did they do to you?" he asked his words a low growl like sound. Dick shrugged and gestured to the cart again.
The goatee man walked down the stairs, three men with their dreaded shotguns behind him. "So, The kid's awake. Good to know. You enjoying your company?" he asked and Dick glared, full on glared, at the man.
Goatee guy instictively took a step back making Dick smirk and chuckle. This time it was Goatee guy's turn to glare. "You little!" he growled before stepping towards the new members of the Wayne family.
Dick's eyes widened before he began struggling. The goatee guy laughed "That's what I thought kid."
Goatee man walked up to the last Flying Grayson with a smile, he qucikly ripped the tape away from Dick's mouth and asked "What's the password to Wayne Tech's mainframe?"
Dick shrugged "Something." he answer nonchalantly. The man picked up one of the bloodied tools, it looked to be a pair of pliers. He repeated his question and got the same answer.
The boy waited with bated breath to see what this man was planning to do. He slid the plier underneath Dick's nail and asked again, getting the same answer.
Goatee guy growled in frustration and slowly began pulling with a force sliding the nail out of place revealing it's blood covered secrets of which it protected. Dick tried not to scream but the pain became excruciating at the pace Goatee man pulled. His scream peirced the warehouse walls followed quickly by three calls of his names coming from his brothers. Blood rushed in his ears as the nail finally slid out of it's place and away from his finger and to the floor.
He heard the question being yelled at him and he looked up and smiled through the pain. "It's," he panted "simple, it's 'Your an asshole' see simple."
A sickening crack resonated in the room and Dick screamed in surprise, the blood rushing in his ears made it almost impossible for him to hear his brothers calling his name. His world was spinning and his vision was fuzzy, what did those guys put in him? The roaring died down and he looked up smirk firmly planted on his face.
"What's the password to Wayne Tech's mainframe?" The goatee man growled and Dick smiled brightly "I told you," he muttered "It's as simple as spelling Dick Grayson, It's 'your an asshole' promise."
The pliers were once again placed under one of his nails and this time it was yanked with a force that slid it right out. Dick bit his lip, refusing to let a single sound slip out. The pain subsided and he once again smiled at his captor.
The goatee man sighed "Your getting us nowhere kid." he huffed and Dick smile brightened "Yep." he said happily popping the 'p'.
"Maybe those kids no somethin' boss." One of the thugs suggested gesturing towards Damian Tim and Jason.
"Nope." Dick said in the same happy tone "They've only been at the manor for a couple months and Bruce has trust issues."
Goatee man facepalmed making Dick chuckle "Aw, did I make you mad, annoyed, maybe a little frustrated? I get that a lot."
"Kid, will you just shut up." Goatee guy growled in frustration.
Dick laughed "No way, I have to get some fun out of this. I haven't been able to move for three days and I'm energetic." he explained.
The man huffed pulling back his fist when the sound of glass shattering and gun fire reached their ears. The men glared at their hostages and ran upstairs followed shortly by goatee man.
Dick pulled roughed on his wrist, dislocating it and pulling it free of the ropes. He used his leg to snap it back into place before untying himself. He got up slowly stretching, several pops and cracks followed.
Dick yawned walking over to his brothers and untying them. With another yawn Dick leaned against the wall.
"Alright come on." Damian muttered gently picking Dick up. He didn't know the extent of his injuries and didn't want to injure him further.
The gun fire started to slow and they took that as their cue to get out. They snook upstair not bothering to look back and bolted straight for the manor.
Dick had 4 broken ribs 2 brused ribs a dislocated shoulder and wrist several lacerations. The list goes on and on but right now he was sleeping peacefully in the medical ward, everyone was sleeping peacefully in the manor, everyone but one Bruce Wayne who sat beside his son.
He ran his fingers through the ebony mop of hair and rested his head in his hand. "Your gonna be okay Dicke-Bird. Promise." he muttered.
Dick subconciously snuggled into Bruce's hand and Bruce smiled at his bird "Just fine."
A/N: Alright I know this is a daddy!bats and Dick kinda thing but it worked out and it still had some daddy!bats in there. This is gonna be one of the last ones with Damian Tim and Jason for a couple chapters because still don't like 'em and this is for Dick not the Robin wannabes. Thanks for reading and don't look forward to anymore long ass author's notes.