"Ugh!" Robin groaned as a surprise kick hit him in the stomach. This store was massive! And there must have been 200 guys dressed in all black, loading goods into trucks. Okay, maybe he was over exaggerating, but Nightwing needed to get there, and fast.

"Look, boss, it's Batman's Baby Boy."

"What's he doing in Bludhaven?"

"I dunno Boss, but I say we teach him not to go out meddling with the grown-ups after his bedtime."

"Heh heh heh heh. Get Moe and Thomas...they'll fuck em' up goood."

Ok, so these freaks didn't look too hard to handle. The stupid one listening to the Boss's' orders waddled off and came back with two very muscular looking men.

"Okay, so that's four." Robin counted, "No, I see about six more coming and...shit."

Where's Nightwing?!

Alright! So this place was all wrapped up, police on the way, all he had to do was get to the electronics store, and hopefully the bigger events of the night would be over. I hope the kid's okay.

He was pretty sure Tim would listen to him, the kid wasn't really too much the "rebellious type". When it came to his tutelage under Batman, the kid was more focused than anyone he'd ever seen. It was almost as if he aged 20 years as he trained. Of course Bats barking orders at you can make even someone like Superman lose their cool trying to win the man's acceptance. When he and Tim were together, there was definitely a change. Sometimes it was a good thing, the kid could loosen up his neck muscles and take the stick out of his ass. But also he didn't obey him as well in more serious situations.

Hey! Nightwing had just arrived on the scene without realizing the trip there. His thoughts had been so preoccupied...he'd forgotten all about the comm. link call he'd received mid-fight.

He assessed the scene. About...20 men, wearing dark colors, some with masks, loading TVs, computers, DVDs, and the like into a few 18 wheelers. He wondered how many more could be inside. After a quick phone call to the local PD for some back-up, Nightwing set to the store's roof, hoping to find a back way in. He found a stair well close to the back of the store. As he snuck down the dark entrance, he could hear voices,

"Ahhhh!" A bloodcurdling scream.

"Sir! The little shit just broke Brian's arm!"

"It can't be too hard for ten supposedly able-bodied' men to take him down, you retards!"

Some sounds of a struggle.

"I got em'!" An excited howl.

"What should we do to the little birdie, break his wings? Cut out his tongue?"

Little birdie? ROBIN!!!