"Disclaimer: I don't own. Let me repeat that. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING BUT THE LAYOUT OF SAID STORY!

Okay, so you will all ignore this, but I want to say that I can see the amount of people that read my stories (I have five, BTW) which is great, but seeing how many people read this is good, but I don't know WHO likes my stories, how many people actually LIKE my stories, or what YOU think about my stories. All I can see is who favorites them and who reviews them. If I go and look, for all I know, only 10 out of the 2100 actually like my stories.

So please tell me what YOU think.

Okay, since NOBODY told me who's POV I should use, I decided to do Wally's and Dick's (And yes, since he's out of the Robin costume, he is Dick Grayson)


"OHMYGODWHEREISHE?DIDZUCCOTAKEHIM?OHNOOOO!"

"Shut it, Kid Mouth." Artemis said, giving me an annoyed look. I glared at her before Kaldur moved us apart.

"Enough." He said, giving us both a look. "We have to discuss what has happened recently and the possible places that the child may be." He said calmly. M'gann floated towards me, tilting her head curiously.

"Wally, why do you care so much about this boy? I mean, I know that he is only thirteen, and that he probably is in danger, but you've been on missions like this with us and seen the people we were supposed to protect get captured, so why is this boy different?" She asked. I secretly bit my tongue in annoyance, and gave the most innocent look I got from Rob.

"He saved me a little bit once." I said. It wasn't a lie. Once, while I was a hero and he was in his civvies, he threw a rock at the guy that was about to kill me and gave me enough time to run away with him when uncle Barry came by. I didn't know it was him because we were eight or something, so I was completely confused for why the billianare's son saved me, until I found out of course.

"So? A lot of people save you." Artemis said. I gave a sigh.

"But he was a civilian!" I said. The archer grunted before turning away. I gave a silent sigh of relief that they weren't targeting me on this anymore.

"So." Superboy said. "What happened?" Zatanna and Artemis both looked at each other to see who would go first. Kaldur stepped forward.

"We will start. I was on guard outside the boy's room while Superboy was guarding the outside. It was about eight minutes in when I heard the boy scream. It became muffled a second later, and I went inside the room. The window had been opened and there was a small amount of blood trailing from the bed to the window. I immediately called for Superboy."

"I didn't see or hear anything." The clone said bluntly. His eyes moved around and landed on me. "What about your group?"

"The lady we talked to said that Zucco had escaped about a few hours ago. She said that Zucco wanted this boy dead, then we came here. He didn't say where he would kill the kid, either." She said. Kaldur looked at M'gann.

"I didn't find out anything, but they all looked worried. I guess they still like this boy." She said a little sadly. Superboy took a step forward.

"I don't have any ideas on anything right now. Can we just tell Batman?"

"No" Artemis and I said together.

"But-"

"No!"


(DICK POV)

I speed towards the hospital, avoiding cops as I went. I couldn't speed, or I would get the police's attention. If they saw I was the 'kidnapped' Dick Grayson, plus I was riding a motorcycle under aged, it would take some explaining. So I just rode to the hospital.

About half an hour after I left, I arrived at the hospital and didn't go threw the front entrance, because...I already gave you all the reasons why in the paragraph above.

I quickly moved to the tree line and climbed up to the branch that I had used last time I came here secretly to see my uncle, and slid through the open window.

Inside, I saw my Uncle George lying on his bed, tubes stuck all over his body. His open eyes flickered to me. I gave a warm smile before sitting next to him. I held hid hand in mine and tried not to cry.

'You must really hate your life.' I thought 'Having to live a double life is one thing, but not being able to move is another.'

I gave a snort. How could I be filled with so much pity for myself when my uncle lays here, practically dead?

I heard screams outside the door, then gunshots and more screams. I heard the locked door jiggle around. I looked at my uncle. His eyes flickered to a cart that held scaples and other utensils used to help a patient. I quickly hid behind it. Right after I ducked behind the cart, the door was kicked open. And in came the most hated man in my life, Tony Zucco.

He sauntered over to my uncle, his pistol smacking against his leg with each pace. He sat at the seat I had sat at only a minute ago.

"Well, looky here. It seems I've run into old Georgey, haven't I?" He said in a smooth tone. "You know, I was going to kill the kid first, but it would be a lot more fun if I let him agonize for being the last Flying Grayson. And for real. They always say he is in the news, but you're still here, right?" He gave a harsh chuckle before laying his gun at the man's temple.

"Let's get this over with." He said as if my uncle was just another guy trying to stop him from doing something. I quickly jumped out, knife in my hand.

"And what exactly are you getting over with" I growled at the man. He slowly turned to me.

"Ah, Richy!" He said, his gun waving as he stood up. "How are you? I've been looking for you."

I gave no response. He grunted in annoyance.

"You know, the name Richy really fits you, now that you're a multi-billionare's brat." He spat. He took his aim at my leg.

"I'll make it slow." He said with a grin.

BANG!

I ran to the side, the bullet missing me. He growled as he fired again. Each bullet I dodged, with each dodge I got closer. When I was in striking distance, I jerked my knife at his heart with a scream.

But my wrist stopped before I could hit my target.

I looked up to see Batman, his eyes moving in a glare between my face to my wrist. His glare turned back to me.

"Richard." He said, anger obvious in his voice. I glared back at him before looking to see Zucco jumping out the window.

"Hey!" I cried out as I tried to chase him. But Batman's hold was stronger than my pull.

"Stop!" I cried out after the escaping man. After a few ore calls, I turned back to the man in black. With a cry of fury, I kicked Bruce straight in the face. His head snapped back, which loosened his grip. I pulled away and jumped back to the nearest wall.

"Why? Why did you let him et away?" I asked, my voice cracking from sadness and anger. The dark knight's face was as neutral as ever.

"It was your punishment for attempted murder and disobeying orders." He said calmly. His voice only made my anger grow.

"I wasn't going to kill him!" I shouted. Batman glared harder.

"Yes, you were."

"I wasn't going to kill anyone!" I was shivering from anger when it hit me. "Actually, by letting an active murderer go, you technically just let as many people as he wants to kill die." I said, inching closer to the wall. He stepped back from my words before walking forward.

"Dick." He tried, but I shook my head.

"You've killed so many people by letting these things live!"

"No, I-"

"And these things were created when you showed up!"

"But-"

"You're a monster."

That made the bat stop mid step. A part of me was screaming at me to stop, but I ignored it. Bruce's pace quickened as he began walking towards me

"Dick, please." He said, only three inches away from me. I held up my hands before backing towards the window.

"Monster!"

"I'm not-"

"MONSTER!"

That was all I said before I jumped out the window, speeding away seconds later. About three miles in, I heard the Bat mobile roaring as it came to life. I speed up, knowing what to do.

I jumped off my bike and let it roll into a nearby tree. He couldn't track me now. I began walking before a hand held my shoulder.

"Well, hello there, birdy."

A second later, my pressure point was squeezed and I blacked out, only seeing a man in a trench coat as I fell.


RoB: Did you just make me go crazy?

Yes ^^

RoB: And did you just make me call Batman a monster?

Yers...

Daddy Bats: *Glare*

O.e

RoB: Erm...review?