Hey guys, sorry I wasn't able to update sooner, I've been dealing with some stuff and I wasn't able to write for the longest time. As a result of that, lots of ideas have built up, and so this chapter is longer than usual. And sorry for any typos, my eyes are tired from starting at a screen for so long, so I probably missed some things. I hope you enjoy it, and please let me know your thoughts on it :)

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Dick covered his snicker as the first two guards walked away. He wondered if the person behind this was here, too. He had obviously been moved, but where? And how far? He could be at their base; there were definitely more people here than the ones who left and the ones somewhere outside his door, and he could tell this place was bigger. He figured there might even be other windowless rooms like his own, and that could mean other captives. He continued to look around the room, and then he spotted his escape; the ventilation system.

Perfect, now to just get out of these restraints. I think I can grab my utility belt . . .

But it wasn't there, or rather his jacket where he kept it wasn't there. They had taken it off, although he had no idea why and couldn't remember when they did so. Maybe it was covered in blood or vomit? Yeah, that might be a good reason, but not having the tools in his belt would just make his job harder. Maybe it was for the best, Batman would probably be upset if his identity was compromised. Dick just hoped they didn't happen to find something in the blazer.

Right, getting out.

He started working on getting his ankles loose, but that was proving more difficult than he originally thought it would be. The knot they used to tie restrain him was one that he would normally just cut off, and it would take some struggle to get it off.

Finally, he got them off and was trying to decide how to take off the ones around his wrists. Maybe if he had something to wedge between the knots, that way he could pull it apart. He looked around for anything he could use to aid him in getting rid of the ropes, but couldn't find anything, so he continued in his silent battle.

He thought he heard someone moving close by, and he started to fear that they might be coming into the room, so he quickly and quietly lied down on the bed, covering himself with the thin blanket, his knees pulled up to his chest, hoping that the wouldn't come in. Luckily, no one entered the room, but that didn't mean they wouldn't later on. He waited another minute as he listened for more movement, but became satisfied that no one would intrude. He started on loosening the ropes again, but this time much faster and more urgent than before, taking the previous event as a warning to hurry.

He looked back towards the contents from the bagged lunch that had been left behind and chided himself. If he had said he wanted it, the guy probably would've cut the bindings on his wrist off so he could eat. Sure, there was a chance that he wouldn't have done anything, but it still would've been a chance. If the guy had cut them off and left them off, it would've made everything much faster and easier. If he undid them so he could eat, there was a chance he could've put his hands in a better positon when he was tied up again. And then if he happened to have the other guy come in to help him, he could've had a chance at getting through the door, although he didn't know what he might face on the outside. Then again, those were all just chances, and his reality was undoing complicated knots.

Wait, I think I almost have it. Finally, got it!

With his hands free, he pocketed the ropes as he got off of the cot and walked over to the vent, while subconsciously rubbing his wrists. The vent was high up, but he thought he could reach high enough to pull himself up and into it. It was a good thing he was able to get the ropes off, otherwise he didn't think he would've been able to get a good enough grip to pull off the vent cover, and he definitely wouldn't have been able to pull himself up and get inside without being heard by the guards.

He grabbed the sides and began to lift it open, hoping that it wouldn't squeak as he did so. Once it was open, he gave the room a once over and listened to make sure that no one was walking by where he was being kept, and then when he was satisfied that no one would walk in, he lifted himself up and into the vent and started crawling.

I didn't think this through too well.

As Dick crawled through, he realized he was only getting himself lost. His still tired mind wasn't keeping up with how many turns he had taken or which direction he had gone. He really just wanted to sleep, but he knew he couldn't risk that now. Especially when he was so close! Or, rather he hoped he was. He was mentally cursing whatever sedative they had given him, it was a heavy one, and it was really messing with his sense of time and direction, which weren't good things to have to deal with during an escape. Not to mention that the itching feeling in his throat was slowly becoming more prominent and harder to control.

"Well, take it or leave it. I have other people I can go to, you know." the voice made him stop where he was crawling and he instinctively looked to the side where it was coming from, but he couldn't see anyone, which also meant that they couldn't see him, so that was good. He noted the voice belonged to a child, probably around ten or eleven. But what would a kid being doing here? Especially roaming about freely, and . . . selling something?

"Sorry kid, that's the offer," that voice belonged to one of the guards.

"But earlier you said if I got the—" the young voice started to complain.

"Shut up!" the older man interrupted, and it was followed by a slap, a small scuffle with some other hits, and finally a thump as the smaller body fell to the ground.

The man continued in a hiss, "We can't talk about that out in the open, you know that."

It almost sounded like the boy sniffled as Dick heard him push himself up. "Well sorry," he sassed. "I can get work somewhere else, too, you know. And I bet someone else would love to have these."

"But you won't go somewhere else, will you?" the man started. "We know you, and that's why we let you stick around. Besides, not many people are willing to trust a street rat like you, if anything they'll take the stuff and get rid of you. Now, I'll ask you again, are you going to take it and leave, or did you want some more motivation?"

"You think I can't take it?" the boy sneered, defiantly pushing his luck.

"I don't know, can you?" the man retorted.

"-tt-" Dick could just tell the kid was rolling his eyes, but whether he was bluffing about his skills or not was unknown to him. "Whatever, I'm not afraid of you,"

"Even if you're not afraid of me doesn't mean you can take me," the man explained.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just pay me so I can go," the kid demanded, starting to feel a little nervous about what might happen to him if he didn't get out of there soon.

"I don't know, you've made me pretty angry. Tell you what, you get me the ones you lost, and then we'll talk," the man suggested.

"That wasn't my fault and you know it!" the kid cried out.

"And it's not my problem," the man replied, his temper rising.

"But I still got all of the other stuff, I deserve the full pay for that." the kid said more firmly, now switching to saying "stuff" instead of what it actually was so he could avoid getting hit again.

"Well, next time you'll show a little more respect and bring it to us on time, maybe then you'll get your "full pay"," he heard the man starting to walk away from the kid, but the kid started walking after him.

"That's not fair! I got what the boss asked for, and it wasn't that late, especially considering who I ran into. Besides, I couldn't take too much of the sedatives and supplies without her noticing," the boy tried to reason, making the man stop in his tracks.

Who's "her"?

"That's just how it works, and if you need the money so bad, I suggest you hurry. Knowing you, I bet you could get the rest by tonight," the man reasoned, starting to walk away again, this time leaving the boy behind.

Maybe he could tell me how to get out of here. He probably knows his way around, maybe I could try to follow him out. . .

Everything was going fine, and Dick thought that they were almost out, and once he saw how to get to the exit, he would just have to get out of the vents and leave. When that was done, he would figure out where he was and then make his way home, or maybe trying to find a phone would be better. Yeah, he would find a phone and call Bruce, or maybe the police first. He would decide who to call when the time came.

All his hope quickly diminished as he heard yelling and running coming after them.

"Todd! What are you playing at? What did you do?!" the man yelled in urgency. The boy, Todd, turned around as Dick continued to watch, paralyzed by fear.

"What are you talking about?" Todd questioned innocently, holding his ground against the larger man in front of him.

"Don't play dumb with me, you know what you did. Where? Is? He?" he ground out.

"I'm not lying, I seriously don't know what you're talking about!" Todd answered, keeping up a good, hard stare.

"Likely story," the man huffed. "Now where did he go? Did you let him out?"

"Are you talking about he kid you brought in here earlier?" the boy asked, realization dawning on him.

"What do you think?" the man growled angrily as he picked up the kid by his shirt and slammed him against the wall, holding him there as the boy gasped for breath. "Tell. Me. Now."

"I-I don't know," the boy sputtered, struggling to get out of the strong hold. The man moved his free hand around the boy's neck, successfully cutting off most of his oxygen level so that he couldn't even speak.

"Talk." the man said, slamming him against the wall once more, but now releasing the hand around Todd's neck so he could speak and catch his breath.

"I swear, I didn't do anything, honest," Todd tried again.

Dick felt bad, he didn't want something bad to happen to this kid just so he could protect himself, and it looked like Todd was already getting a hard time without this being added to it. He didn't know what to do. Robin told him to jump down and help him out, but Richard told him to get out while he still had a chance and that they would find him soon if he didn't hurry. Dick looked back down when he heard another pair of footsteps running down the hall.

"We got him!" the new man shouted eagerly.

"Where?" the first man asked.

"Grayson's in the air vents, but he didn't account for motion sensors," he said, and soon Dick heard a thump as the one dropped Todd, then he heard both of them come over to open one of the vents. Dick quickly started crawling away, unsure of where to go and feeling more trapped than ever. And suddenly, he wasn't feeling the effects of the sedative anymore as pure instinct kicked in and he made his way swiftly through the vents as he looked for an exit.

"Follow him!" the first man commanded.

"Already on it," the second man said. Dick assumed they had a portable tracker, which would make losing them harder if he stayed in the vents. He really had to get out of there, and fast.

Dick found a vent and quickly kicked it open before he flew out, losing all regard for stealth as he did so. How had he forgotten about the likelihood that they would have motion sensors? Why did he stay and listen to that argument for so long? Was he really hoping the boy would lead him out? They probably wouldn't have heard him moving, but maybe they would've. Either way, it seemed irrelevant now as he ran for his life, hoping to find an exit before the others found him.

Yes, a door!

The door was in sight, but the other two were right behind him. He was so close, he just had to get outside! Reaching the door, he sadly found it was locked. There were two doors separated by a small room, almost like a small vestibule, but to open the first one from the inside, you needed a passcode. A four digit pin was all that was keeping him from his freedom, and he had no way to hack it, and he doubted he would get it on the first try. In a desperate attempt to get out, he started throwing himself against the glass and screaming at the top of his lungs, but no matter how hard he hit the windows, it wasn't enough, and he doubted anyone was coming for him except the two men following him.

"Please! Someone call the police! Let me out!" Dick cried desperately, but the footsteps were almost upon him, so he turned and ran the other way.

It was useless, he was practically dead. So why did he keep screaming for help? He didn't even know why, but when they both grabbed him and pushed him to the ground, his screams only got louder. They were hitting him, trying to make him shut up, he guessed, but he wouldn't give in, not yet. He felt blood trickling from somewhere and he knew bruises were starting to form, but he didn't care anymore, and those were just something he observed rather than felt. They were trying to cover his mouth, but Dick was thrashing around too much for them to get a good grip without him being able to get them off. He continued to kick and punch, getting a few good hits in, but no matter what he did, it wasn't enough.

"Shut him up! What if someone hears?" he couldn't figure out which man was talking now, but he didn't care as he continued to work on escaping.

"What do you think I'm trying to do?" the other shouted back. Then, his hair was pulled back painfully, and his last attempt to keep his mouth free of the man's hold was gone as it was finally covered, although he still didn't stop his pleading. Right now his voice was the only tool he possessed, and he planned to use it to its fullest use in hopes of someone hearing him. He was so distracted, he didn't even notice the two were talking until he heard the one command someone in the distance to get something.

"Get me one of those collars!" the one above and behind him commanded.

Soon, he heard someone running off as the one man pushed his hand against Dick's mouth as he tried to stifle the continued screaming even more. And then before he knew it, one of the men let go and moved to his head. He felt something push against his neck, and then a buzzing noise like something was turning on.

"Okay, let go of 'im," the one who had put something on him ordered, and the other let go.

Why are they letting me go?

But Dick didn't even get the chance to push himself up as he heard another buzzing and then an electric charge went through his body. His eyes rolled back as he fell limp, all the fight finally leaving him. He vaguely remembered someone picking him up and carrying him off to who knows where, but that was it as he gave into unconsciousness.

.oOo.

Batman was at the watchtower, the monitor womb to be exact. Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash, Black Canary, and Zatara joined him, although he only requested Zatara's presence. He didn't really know the reasoning behind the others showing up, but he supposed the news about Dick Grayson's kidnapping and Robin being the ransom had spread.

Superman, Wonder Women, and Flash had all been at the tower when he arrived, but Zatara was at the mountain helping with training. So he had had to call there, which was how Black Canary found out, and he was sure the rest of the team knew by now as well. And even after Batman gave the five Leaguers a briefing on the situation, they had all decided to stay until the location was found.

"So you wish for me to perform a location spell?" Zatara asked, receiving a nod from Batman.

During Batman's investigation, he had had no luck with finding any clues that could lead to where Dick could be. He had checked the school, the ambulance, the site where it was found, and talked with the commissioner. Gordon and his team hadn't had any luck with tracing a signal either, and the interrogations weren't much of a success. As the night went on, Batman got an idea of how they could find the signal on the tape; by using a location spell. Normally, Batman would try to avoid asking for outside help so soon, but considering the situation and how much time was already wasted, he didn't have much of a choice.

"If you have the signal, why couldn't you track it?" Flash asked. "Was something blocking it?"

"I don't know, but I believe that to be the case. Although I'm not sure how they managed to pull that off." Batman answered. He had already tried the Batcomputer in the cave, and when he got to the tower, he also tried to find it on their computer with no luck. He just hoped Zatara would be able to find where the signal came from.

"It does seem odd," Wonder Woman voiced. "They did want Robin to find them, after all, but if you couldn't manage it, how did they expect Robin to do so?"

"Maybe they weren't." Batman pondered.

"Do you think that mentioning Robin was just a distraction to lead us in the wrong direction?" Superman observed.

"It's possible. They might've also been hoping that they would find Robin before Robin found them, meaning they wouldn't have to follow through on any promises they made about Dick's return." Batman suggested. The idea of that was only making him more angry and impatient, but he continued to keep a stoic expression as he waited for the system to finish so that they could begin.

"I'm ready, this shouldn't take long." Zatara announced, and he chanted his spell to locate where the signal came from. "There, that's the location."

Batman studied the spot and then nodded in agreement, "It should be easy enough to find."

"Did you need some help?" Black Canary offered, knowing that it must be hard on Batman, recalling other times when Robin or Dick had been taken and how angry Batman had been.

"No." Batman decided. "I can handle this, you don't need to be concerned with it."

"Yet you came to us," Wonder Women pointed out.

"Yes, and it's proven helpful. Besides, I didn't want to waste time when it wasn't something that was guaranteed." Batman stated.

"I'm glad I was able to help," Zatara said, receiving a nod of thanks from Batman.

"Just let us know if you need anything else," Wonder Woman reminded. "And could you let us know when you find him?"

"Of course," Batman agreed, although he hoped he wouldn't need help as he made his way back to the zeta tubes.

.oOo.

Flash 04

Flash walked out of the zeta tube as his designation was announced and was instantly met by Wally. Flash had actually been a little surprised to hear that Wally was still at the cave considering it was almost three in the morning, or maybe it was more surprising that the young speedster still planned on heading home. It was much more likely that his nephew wanted to talk as much information out of him as he could.

"Hey, kid, ready to go?" Flash asked. Wally had decided he would wait there and hang out with the rest of the team until he got back instead of heading home on his own. They had been watching a movie, but Wally was more interested in what Batman needed at the Watchtower and had been eagerly awaiting his uncle's return.

"Hey. What did Bats need? I think I heard something about a location spell? How does that work anyway? Not the point, did they find him?" Wally began to list off his questions at rapid speed that only his uncle could understand.

"We'll talk about it later on the way home," Flash explained in a normal voice speed, giving his nephew a reassuring smile as he saw the rest of the team starting to walk towards them.

"I'm staying at your place tonight, right?" Wally asked. They had made plans for Wally to spend the night tonight anyway, but if Uncle Barry was going to be on watchtower duty or helping out Batman, Wally knew he would probably be sent home. And being sent home meant he wouldn't be getting any updates until later tomorrow, or technically later today since it was already past four in the morning. Then again, most of the time when Dick went missing, he didn't find out until after it was over, same for Robin, so he might not hear anything new until Dick was back.

"Unless you made other plans with the Team." Wally shook his head. "Alright, just no patrol tonight."

"Can we at least go for a run? I need to move!" Wally exclaimed.

"Sure thing, kid, just put your uniform on first." Flash agreed.

"Got it," Wally nodded as he used his super-speed to change, and coming back dressed in costume. He gave a quick goodbye to his friends, and then they left through the loading garage so they could run home.

"So?" Wally, now dressed as Kid Flash, asked.

"Right, so I was at the tower when Bats showed up, and we were all surprised to hear his name announced, so Wonder Woman, Superman, and I went to check it out." Flash started to explain how and why Batman had asked for Zatara's help, and that yes, they believed they found Dick and Batman was on his way to pick him up right now.

"That's good," Kid Flash said once Flash had finished. Kid Flash hadn't seen the video, but Flash had given an overview and explained the more important details, like the ransom and threats behind it, but he left out most of the graphics. Kid Flash just couldn't stop thinking about the threats, though, and he couldn't keep himself from sharing his fear. "Uh, you don't think they'd do something to Dick when Batman shows up instead of Robin, do you?"

"He'll be fine, kid. They might try something, but Batman will be there and get him out before they can do any damage." Flash assured.

It was quiet for a while as Kid Flash continued to think. It was the first time all day he could really think about it as just himself and actually be able to voice his thoughts. The others weren't too worried, and they shouldn't be; it's Gotham business, and to them it was just another civilian they didn't know. They felt the same way about this kidnapping as they did when they had to protect Dr. Roquette. It wasn't like they were heartless, but it was a bad idea to get too close to a mission, they all knew that.

"Hey, where did you guys get the signal to track it from?" Kid Flash suddenly realized something about the location.

"The tape, why?" Flash asked, but he thought he knew where this was headed.

"It's just that it all seemed so planned out, do you think that they would've stayed in the same place they filmed it with the chance that they could be tracked?" Kid Flash continued, not to mention that someone could've heard Dick during the filming of the footage, having even more reason to want to leave.

"You have a point, they took a lot of precautions not to be tracked, but knowing that and how organized it all was, they could've moved to a different base." Flash pondered.

"Do you think that maybe they were hoping Batman would find their hideout on purpose?" Kid Flash gulped at the idea. What if they did something to Dick? Or Batman? Or both?

Flash picked up on his nephew's panic. It was possible that they planned on Batman trying to turn himself over instead of Robin, and maybe they were waiting for him. "It's definitely a possibility, especially if they moved Dick. I'll call his communicator and run it by him just in case."

Kid Flash felt a little bit easier knowing that Flash would check on the situation, and hopefully warn Batman of the possibility before it was too late. He knew Batman would normally already think of something like that, but things changed when Dick's life was on the line.

He stayed silent as Flash called for Batman over the communicator. That feeling was vanishing as he listened as Flash shouted into the communicator over and over again as it continued to come back with nothing but static.

"Maybe he just turned it off?" Kid Flash offered hopefully, but he knew too well that that wasn't the case.

"Feel like making a stop in Gotham?" Flash asked, seriousness washing over his face as he stopped talking into his comm. unit and picked up his speed. Kid Flash nodded as he too sped up and followed his uncle in the direction of the hideout.

.oOo.

Batman kept a tight grip on the wheel as he steered the car through the streets of Gotham and towards where Dick was being held captive. When he spotted the building, he jumped out of the Batmobile and started to observe and scan the building's surroundings, while also scanning for Dick's tracker that was on his utility belt. He couldn't see any vehicles, and it didn't seem like anyone was around either, but he was picking up on Dick's tracker, and also a silent alarm that just alerted anyone inside that he was there.

Not knowing what they would do with that information, Batman hurried over to the entrance. As he picked the lock on the door, he heard a scream, and he knew it was Dick's the second he heard it. It was the all too familiar scream that kept him up at night, the same one that broke his heart every time he heard it. So when he got the door open, he ran in expecting the worst, throwing away all other worries except for Dick.

It didn't take long for him to find Dick's jacket where the belt was hidden, but sadly Dick wasn't with it. The blazer from his school uniform was ripped and stained with drops of blood, and was that vomit? Batman grimaced at the sight, but he picked it up and found that Dick's utility belt remained untouched, which was a relief as he continued on with his search. Luckily, it wasn't a very big building, so finding the door was practically child's play.

Batman kicked the door open, but he didn't find what he was expecting. Instead, it was another video. Only, this was different from what he had watched earlier that day. This one's location was different, and it looked like Dick had tried to escape. The format looked like that from security feed, and he couldn't help but wonder if this was something that was happening right now. Worry filled him as the one man was handed something that looked like a type of collar and secured it around his baby's neck. They let him go only for a buzzing to sound before Dick's body started to spasm, and Batman knew it was because of an electric current coming from that collar. Dick was picked up and carried off as the electric shock finally rendered him unconscious.

"The child put up quite the fight, don't you agree?" the familiar computerized voice sounded across the room. Although, it sounded less like a computer that was reading off a document, and more like someone talking to him with their voice disguised.

"What did you do to him?" Batman demanded, looking around the room for the source of the sound. The footage was still on the screen, but the voice wasn't coming from anywhere near it.

"We merely used small electric charge to calm him down. You needn't concern yourself with him; he's already being taken care of." the voice answered. "We wouldn't just do something like that for no reason, though, so I assure you that it was completely necessary."

"How is doing that necessary?" Batman questioned in a growl, secretly pressing the recorder on his belt as he did so. Even if he didn't get any useful answers, maybe he would be able to get a voice recognition by running it through the Batcomputer.

"If you must know, he made an escape attempt, so I arranged for the situation to be used to our advantage. And as a result, we know that those collars are doing what was promised." the voice answered casually.

"You're using him as a test subject?" Batman said in a threatening tone, daring them to answer.

"That wasn't our plan originally, and we already knew that they would work, so it was more of a test run to make sure it was the real thing. It shouldn't have to happen again, unless of course, someone else attempts to do something they shouldn't." the voice threatened, although it wasn't very assuring.

"And I suppose you're the one behind all of this?" Batman accused, deciding not to respond to the threat, but noting to be more cautious until he knew more.

"Correct you are, Detective," the feed was taken away and replaced by a black screensaver with a gray "Q" on it. "You may call me by my alias, Q."

"What exactly are you planning, "Q"?" Batman asked, but knew not to expect any kind of real answer.

"Sorry, that's a secret, and if you want to find out, you'll just have to keep playing." Q replied smoothly.

"I'm not in the mood for games." Batman stated.

"And I'm not in the mood to deal with people who refuse to follow the rules." Q countered, voice more firm than before. "I've made it clear what you have to do if you want the boy to be returned safely, and I don't see Robin anywhere, instead I just see you." Q told him.

"Then take me instead," Batman suggested, and he was completely serious and willing. He would go with Q if it meant Dick would be safe. "I'll turn myself over and go with you."

"Batman, my plan won't work if I take you; that would be too easy. Besides, those aren't the rules. In fact, you weren't even supposed to be here." Q's voice became darker. "I requested Robin, but apparently you didn't get the hint that you were not welcome. I didn't even think the two of you would be able to find this location."

"Then how did you expect Robin to find it?" Batman asked, a question that had been haunting him. "Were you really just planning on snatching him so you wouldn't have to follow through on your end?"

"We were prepared to do that if he did not cooperate, but I did intend on him finding us." Q replied honestly.

"Again, how was he supposed to manage that if you left no trace?" Batman continued.

"You're the detective, why don't you figure it out?" Q provoked, which received a growl from the Batman, which Q just laughed mockingly at. "But then again, I suppose a detective is nothing without his clues, is he?"

Q switched to the feed again, and Dick was currently unconscious and restrained once more as he lay limply in a room. "Now, I must be on my way, but your lesson still has to be learned so you don't attempt this again in the future."

Batman's eyes widened as he heard something that sounded like a gun go off and then yell of pain. It all went dark, both the screen and his vision as he became oblivious to his surroundings.


So, how was it? Enjoying that cliffhanger? What do you think happened if anything at all? Can any of you guess who Todd is? I hope this chapter was okay, I'm not sure how I did with all the characters and how I portrayed them, so I'm sorry if it was a total miss. Favorite parts? Least favorite parts? No feelings whatsoever? I would love to hear anything you have to offer, and thank you for reading :)

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PenguinLover28: Thanks, I'm glad you liked the flashback, I wasn't sure about putting it in. How was Wally in this one? Was it what you were hoping for?

Amy: Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it! I hope I can continue to keep you on your toes, and as this chapter shows, more Wally is to come, but I'm not sure about the rest of the team yet.

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