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Edited 8/6/2015

PART ONE~THE BEGINNING

CHAPTER SEVEN

Abandoned Building
Unknown Location
March 25th
Time Early Morning

It was only a few hours that Dick got to sleep. He had curled up in the back of the holding cell as the other men huddled across from him attempting to get some rest like him. But when he finally came back to his senses, he was relieved that some of the pain had been dulled from the lack of movement and rest.

He was pretty sure his injuries added up to a bruised rib, a concussion, a serious head wound, deep cuts in his legs and possibly burns if he could just check. But at the same time he wasn't sure if he wanted to look at the exact extent of his pain. Ignorance was bliss; he had to keep pushing himself.

The door opened and he looked up startled, as two men entered and began to drag him out by his arms. He jerked and wrestled, before he saw that he was going back to the room where the Bruce impersonator was residing in. Time for some answers hopefully.

The minute he entered the room he heard the yelling from the large computer.

"How stupid could you have been? It was to go off at midnight! Not three in the morning. You've caused my hand to push the boy harder to complete his task before the League starts sending attention to us!"

Confused Dick's eyebrows scrunched up.

Then the chair turned, and he found the situation even stranger. Wally was sitting in the big chair, folding his hands in front of him and looking deep in thought. Something that told Robin that this wasn't the real Kid Flash, he knew KF would never look so serious in anything.

"Well hello Richard, looks like you're going to get started even quicker than planned. All you have to do is to override all these systems, download their information and you're done. Do you think you can do that?" It was creepy to have Wally call him Richard.

"Override systems?"

"Every system on this list, get control, get the codes, and leave little to no trace at all," Dick blinked in shock, as the computer screen changed to show him exactly how many systems he had. Nearly two hundred in total. That would take him forever…

"Why?"

"That's not your concern kid, just get it done," Now it was really weird to have Wally looking down on him and calling him kid. Who was this man, and why was he taking shape of people he knew? If he knew that he knew the young justice; just how much would that give away about his identity?

Was this all something else in his head? Hallucinations?

He felt exposed.

His arms were roughly tugged up, and he was forced into the chair as Wally stood beside him. Wires were placed around his chest and ankles tying him to his seat. He could see his blue eyes reflecting in the monitor before him. God he had never wished for his sunglasses this much before.

"Get to work Richard,"

Then he was left alone. He first ignored the computer entirely, tugging at his bonds, but found himself completely stuck. There was no escaping, and no getting out of it. If he ignored the overriding, Metropolis would be in ruins by morning.

He opened the first one and his stomach dropped in shock as he recognized the codes.

It was the Pentagon.

It wasn't that he couldn't get in that worried him, it was the fact that he was being asked to take over the United States most secret and top secured building. What was his captors planning that would require access to such a system?

His hands hovered over the key board, still staring at the screen.

Suddenly, the chair he sat on sent a hot flash of pain through his body. He yelped, holding in a scream as he came to a realization. If he refused to work, he got electrocuted. This was even better than he thought wasn't it?

Biting his lip, he prayed that someone would catch him, send the entire army after them and get him free. Then, he started hacking in. He was already aware of the firewalls, codes and security glitches. He'll be inside in about ten minute's tops.

ooo

He nearly fell asleep on the keys twice now as he picked up his head from dipping down again. He was nearly half way through, and every one getting easier, and easier. It appeared he had started with the tougher ones and getting easier as he went. But he was still worried about what he was doing.

There had to be some way he could stop this.

Some way to ensure his security over what happened to the overrides once he was finished. So that he was aware of every movement that was made when someone else used the passwords and encryptions.

Holy idiocy Batman! There was something he could do! He was Robin, the Boy Wonder, if anyone could manage it, he could. All he had to do is set up two master codes instead of one. One would be for him, the real master code, so that he could monitor all movements when he was free. The second to his captors, in which they would believe they got the same access that he was actually getting.

But he forgot one main problem.

There was a possibility that he wouldn't make it out…

So how to get the message to Batman? He realized what his pass code could be, one that Bruce would easily recognize and guess without his detective skills. He would place his own hacking code that he used when he was on missions. It was risky, and could lead to the discovery of his hero identity if anyone recognized it…but it might just work.

Master Code: Nightwing

It would be perfect.

Dick wasn't sure how much longer he would be stuck inside this room tied to a chair in front of the computer. Or how much power he would be placing into his captor's hands. The teen was getting agitated at the luck of information. But he had to hold out, and one he got out, he would go straight to Batman and tell him everything. Every code, every hack, and every piece of computer data he could possibly remember.

He suddenly gave out a loud gasp as another painful shock ran through his veins. He was delaying, and apparently that was something that wasn't appreciated.

He continued, gritting his teeth as his whole body ached from the pain. He had to hold on…

Cause he had so much more to live for.

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Wayne Manor
Gotham City
March 25th
12:17 PM

The first thing that he woke up to was cerulean blue eyes staring at him, only a few centimeters away from his own.

In other words, Tim Drake was way to close, and Jason Todd was not pleased at the sudden proximity of his annoying little brother. He liked his personal space, and it was being invaded.

The second thing that hit him was that he wasn't dead, injured or somewhat in pain. Well with exception to a dull throb in his back which he was guessing was from bruises that he acquired falling on boxes of TNT. But the real question was what the hell was he doing here alive?

"JAY!" Tim cried, causing Jason to groan and push the smaller boy off him so that he could sit up. He looked around, and found himself in his bedroom back at Wayne Manor. He wasn't in his Robin costume, he wasn't in Metropolis, and he wasn't in Lex Corps.

"Tim, where's Bruce?" He asked, rubbing his eyes as he tried to wake himself up properly. Then another problem struck him, "And what are you doing in my room?!" He snapped, shoving his little brother out the door.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay after you fell off the balcony over at Mr. Kent's house! Is Dick there now? Bruce said he was spending some time away from the manor, he just couldn't talk about it on the phone-"Jason covered his ears at the talking, and gave him a look.

"I fell off a balcony at Mr. Kent's house?" Interesting cover story, but why Mr. Kent? Bruce never spoke about Mr. Kent much, and he visited very rarely. By the way that Dick acted, he figured he was a superhero; he just had to figure out which one.

The two youths walked down the main staircase and they walked towards the larger living room where Bruce accepted his guests most often. That is, if they didn't come visit in the batcave. Which, Jason thought to himself in amusement, that Tim thought was the kitchen. When the kid found out the truth, he was going to laugh till tomorrow.

They entered the room to see that Mr. Kent actually was there, talking in a low voice with Bruce over something Jason was pretty sure wasn't about a billionaire's life or a reporter's. They both snapped their heads up upon their arrival.

"Mr. Kent!" Tim cried happily, entering the room and plopping down in a chair by the door and scooping up three of Alfred's cookies and popping two of them in his mouth at once. For that he got a stern look from their butler that currently dusted the mantel piece above the fireplace.

Jason remained standing, staring at the two men on the couch, waiting for some answers. He really deserved them.

"Tim, how about you go help Alfred prepare some more cookies okay? Dick will want some when he returns," Jason's eyes widened at the comment but managed to keep his mouth shut till a reluctant Tim left with their butler. Then he burst into demanding for answers.

"What happened?" He snapped. The two heroes exchanged a long look before Kent finally nodded.

"While we were in Metropolis, we gained the attention of Superman. He had seen some things he thought we would be interested in, but was distracted by the various amounts of TNT being distributed throughout several buildings. He was just coming to deal with the bomb that you were dealing with when he saw me. When you never responded telling me your success or you leaving to safety, he went after you and shielded your body from most damage."

Jason blinked. Superman had saved his life from the explosion by shielding him? That made so much more sense.

"So…wait a minute…you're Superman!" Jason finally pieced together. He knew Kent was a hero, and now that he knew which one he mentally beat himself up over it.

"Underwhelming compared to Dick's reaction I got to say Bruce, but yes Jason. I got to say, one second more and you wouldn't be standing with us at the moment." The younger boy frowned at the statement and looked back and forth between their equally grim faces.

"I didn't stop it though; the bomb went off…I failed…" His head fell in shame and he bit the inside of his cheek in anger.

"Jason, do not beat yourself up over this," Bruce said, standing and placing a hand on his shoulder, but the smaller pulled away from the touch.

"It was your first time in a desperate situation kid; you handled it better than Dick did. He got the crap beaten out of him when he took on Zucco for the first time," Superman tried, and smiled weakly when he saw Jason look up with a less angered look. At least he was calming down.

"Metropolis still blew though; I could have stopped it if I hadn't been too busy shattering Lex Luther's collar bone and getting pushed over the railing of a staircase." Jason snarled; throwing himself on the couch as the two veterans' eyes widened in surprise.

"You shattered his collar bone?" Kent asked, a little bit of an impressed tone seeping through. Bruce gave him a look, before turning back to the younger.

"Because Superman managed to clear the rest of the dynamite, only a few buildings nearby were affected. It could have been much worse. But that's not what the main reason he is here," Bruce motioned for Kent to demonstrate something, and Jason sat down as he watched.

"I got some gossip about people being dragged around just north of Metropolis, about a few miles at a laboratory that worked in the 60's before it was shut down by the government. So I investigated on my own, I believe under some data I got that one of them, a young teen, was Dick," Bruce's eyes narrowed, but said nothing.

Jason leapt up from his spot on the couch.

"Then why haven't you done anything? If he's there, let's just go get him!" The youth snarled, glaring back and forth between the two older heroes.

"We don't know for sure Jason, we can't just barge in. We need to be covert…" He trailed off and all three exchanged looks as the same thought crossed all their minds. Young Justice was supposed to lead these types of missions…and if Jason filled in as the informant…then why not let them take the job?

"I'll go contact the mountain; Jason, are you ready to suit up?"

"I was born ready,"

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