Wow, just, WOW! Thanks for all the reviews everyone. Starting to plan my next story (don't worry I'll finish this one first) and am wondering what you guys want to read. Obviously sticking with our favorite bat boys. Message me which of our boys has a run in with which villan and I'll post a poll near the end of this story with your ideas. ENJOY!
It was snowing; soft white flakes were quickly covering the world in a gentle blanket. Bruce was crouched in the shadows of a mansion that rivaled his own home in size. His cape was quickly collecting the frozen moisture that rained down on the landscape. The wind kicked up a wall of white and Bruce took the opportunity to slip into the building.
"Batman" Clark appeared in the shadows in the foyer "There is no one here" he said carefully
Bruce nodded and looked around "Let's search anyway", he answered softly as he stepped deeper into the mansion. He looked around "A little full of himself?"
Clark nodded as he looked at the paintings and figures that decorated the massive building "That's Lex for you"
Bruce grit his teeth at the name. "Let's just see if we can find anything" he growled and all but stormed deep into the mansion.
Clark sighed and followed his friend as he started a methodical search of the building from the top down.
Bruce made his way from room to room; part hoping to find something, part hoping that there was nothing to find. The latter confirmed, until he walked into Luthor's personal office. As he stepped into the elaborate room, the lights came on.
"I knew you would look here" Luthor's voice came from a speaker on the desk. "If you search the house you won't find anything. If you have you already know that" a door clicked open in the dark corner.
Clark walked to his friend's side.
Bruce looked at him and, with barely noticeable hesitation, the Dark Knight descended into the shadows.
Clark followed and sighed as he reached the base of the stairs.
Bruce stood in the light of a single lamp, the glow making his costume even more ominous. The light shown into a small cell; the metal door hung wide open. Pools of dried blood stained the concrete floor; a very distinct blood stain decorated the back wall.
Clark stepped forward and placed his hand on Bruce's shoulder.
"This is it" Bruce said almost emotionlessly "He had Nightwing tortured in this room"
Clark sighed "Batman…"
Bruce grit his teeth "My son was cut into like a piece of meat" he hissed "He had it filmed right here in this room" He looked around; a dvd was lying on the floor "I want him, Superman" he said as he picked up the disc "I want my son back and I want him to pay"
Luthor gave a sigh of contentment as he sank into his chair inside the Oval Office. "Everything is going so smoothly"
A soft knock was heard on his door.
"Come in"
The door opened and his assistant stepped in "Mr. President"
"Ah, Caroline" Luthor said with a smile "How did the press conference go?"
Caroline crossed her hands "As well as could be expected sir" she answered slowly "However, I'm not sure that arresting Nightwing as a terrorist was a good idea"
Luthor raised an eyebrow "Oh?"
"You see sir, he is considered a hero among much of the population" she explained quickly "and the press is demanding evidence of the charges"
Luthor nodded "I see" said sitting back "Caroline dear, the press shall be kept waiting, as this is an open investigation. And you can quote me on that"
Caroline nodded "Yes sir" she said and turned to leave the room
"Oh, and Caroline, I do hope the press is affecting your own view of the facts"
Caroline flashed him a smile "of course not sir"
Luthor nodded as the door closed after her. He picked up his phone "Move him, they are getting close faster than I originally anticipated" he said quietly "No, not just yet. I still have plans for the boy" Luthor sighed "I don't care how you do it, just keep him alive"
Tim stepped into the mansion "Bruce?"
"He's in the cave, Drake" Damien came down the stairs, arms crossed; his frown deeper than usual. "He just got back"
Tim frowned "Back?"
Damien brushed past him to the entrance to the cave; ignoring the question.
Conner stepped up behind him and looked at Tim. Tim shrugged and followed the youngest Wayne into the most used part of the house.
"He knew we would be there Clark" Bruce's voice echoed up the stair case and throughout the cave "He left Dick's blood all over the room AND he left another video"
Damien stopped on the stairs; making a sharp motion for Tim and Conner to stop.
"Bruce, you can't just…" he stopped.
Damien strained to listen.
"Come down boys" Bruce said firmly
Tim glanced at Conner as Damien stormed down the stairs.
"What did you find?" Damien demanded
Bruce looked at his youngest for a moment then turned his gaze to Tim, "Where did you go? It's 2am"
Tim took in his father's costume; melting snow clung to his cape and water dripped into the stone floor "Dick's, you?"
Bruce turned to the computer "Luthor's"
Tim balked "You broke into his house? Was that really a good idea?"
"Yes and no" Clark answered as he turned to leave, motioning for Conner to follow "Try and get some sleep"
Conner nodded to his friend before taking off after his father.
Damien sniffed as the supers left "That bad" he comment and took a seat at one of the computers and started going through the videos again.
Bruce looked at Tim "What did you find?"
Tim sighed "Dick's apartment was searched. His room was a wreck" he looked pointedly at Bruce "Luthor knew"
Bruce sighed "You're certain"
Tim shrugged "either that or someone else did and did the hard part for him. Either way…" He let the rest of the sentence die, Bruce already knew.
If they knew Dick was Nightwing, than it was only a matter of time before their own identities were discovered.
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