Damian swept into the room like a tornado, laying out men left and right. Bodies skidded across the room, thudding against columns and walls.

Dick continued to swing, catching the heads of two converging attackers and smacking them together with a crunch. As he flew upward, he caught his ankles and sliced the bindings from his feet. Tucking and spinning to the floor, he landed gracefully as his cape settled over his head. Dick shook his head to clear the cape from his line of sight. He was looking forward to the day he could lose the burdensome cape and return to his accessory free Nightwing costume.

As a particularly gnarly gentleman with green hair and face tattoo snarled and charged him with a metal pipe, Dick ducked the attack and strained to see where the Penguin had made off to. He didn't have time for these small fish, they were a diversion for Penguin's escape.

What was Penguin's motive in all of this? It seemed like a dangerously high profile crime to try to pull off, stealing and selling children's organs. There were so many other criminal pursuits that Cobblepot had tried before that had attracted a lot less attention...

"Oracle, come in." As he spoke, Dick's elbow connected the neck of the green haired attacker who crumpled to the floor.

"How can I help Batman," came Barbara's voice over the comm-link.

"It's Penguin, he's behind these child murders. Dig up all you can about what he's been up to these last couple years. Something's changed in the way he does business and I want to know why"

"On it, Batman. I'll let you know what I find."

As his attackers regrouped, Dick glanced over at Damian who he caught leaping from one man's shoulder's to the next's. Robin wrapped his legs tightly around the second man's neck, twisted and spun, dumping the man head over heels on the ground before leaping to knock the first man's legs out. Dick nodded in approval.

As their fighting eventually brought them back-to-back, Dick yelled, "Glad you could make it!"

"I came here to save your ass. There's people being murdered and you volunteered to be the pinata," Damian responded as he sent a man flying with a makeshift staff he had fashioned from some piping.

Dick didn't have the time to respond as his attention was split by the comm-link sounding and another goon taking a swing at him. Penguin's men were starting to thin and Dick finally saw his chance to make his way to the lit door at the other side of the warehouse. "I'm out, Robin," he yelled, sliding to tackle a man, rolling and leaping to his feet.

"Oh, leave me to clean up your messes," Damian yelled to Dick's back as he watched Batman sprint across the room.

Dick swung open the heavy door and was temporarily blinded by the intense overhead lighting. He stepped back a bit to let his eyes adjust and found himself staring at a makeshift operating room. The room was abandoned, a door ajar on its far side. Dick ran to the next door and gazed upon an empty parking lot. Penguin was gone.

Was this where Penguin was chopping up children for parts? There were several beds to one side and an operating table surrounded by tools.

"Dick?" came Barbara's voice over the comm-link. "I've got something for you."

"Go ahead, Oracle." Sighing, Dick picked up and turned over an empty cooler that sat on a nearby table. "Give me some good news."