Sorry this took so long, guys!

Also, I'd like to announce that I am re-doing Emergency. I'll be deleting the story and posting the new first chapter later today. Don't worry: it'll be better this time around!


The next four hours (or thereabouts) passed slowly. Dick lay on the floor, trying to ignore the pain. His captors milled around the room. Occasionally they took a swig from the occasional beer. If they didn't want Dick to understand what they were saying, they would speak in Spanish. The dialect was different than what he was used to, probably because it originated in South America. But he managed to make sense of it and listened in without them knowing.

"…how much are we asking for this son of a whore?" Buzz Cut asked in Spanish.

"I think Wayne would fork out fifteen million for him." Hot Chick leaned back in her metal folding chair. She took a hit off of her cigarette. "We should probably record a video to send to Wayne. Just so he knows that his little brat is alive. For now." The woman smirked over at him and tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder.

Fifteen million? Dick marveled at the number slightly. He knew that it was only a fraction of what Bruce had. But it was still a lot. At least he knew he didn't come cheap!

They continued to talk and plan. How they were going to do the video, how they would get it to Bruce, how they would get the money…meanwhile, Dick formulated a plan. After four hours of lying on a concrete floor with a wound to the chest and a slowly festering stab wound, one tired of feeling helpless. His best bet was to get out of the zip-ties, either on his own or have them taken off for him. And then he would have to grab a weapon. If he were in better shape, he would just disarm them. But he wasn't, so he'd need a weapon. Maybe once he had these goons under control, he could try to contact his team.

But how to get out of the zip-ties? They would see him trying to take them off.

Dick smirked as he got an idea. "Hey, guys. Nature is calling."

They looked at him and rolled their eyes.

"Just let him piss himself." Big Guy grumbled.

"I can do that. But do you really want to have to smell that?" Dick replied.

Hot Chick frowned. "Just take him, Geoff. Bring him right back." She gave Buzz Cut, apparently named Geoff, a pointed look. He mumbled something in what might have been German and stood. He walked over and pulled Dick up off the floor and on to his feet. Geoff pushed him to get him moving, and opened the only door to let him go through.

They walked down a bare hallway and turned. Dick could hear loud, boisterous voices speaking in German from one of the other rooms. Great. More guards. He should have expected that much. This place was probably crawling with blonde-haired, blue-eyed, Spanish speaking Neo Nazis. It wasn't exactly the best place for an injured gypsy to be.

The bathroom was little more than a closet with a toilet. Buzz Cut opened the door for him. "Be quick!"

"You gonna take these off? There are a few things in this world that should not be done hands-free. Driving, walking dogs…pissing, if you're a dude, is one of those things." Dick said, glancing over his shoulder at him. In response, Buzz Cut shoved him inside and slammed the door.

Perfect. Dick thought with a smirk. Now he'd just have to manage this without screaming or falling to the floor writhing in pain. Or both. He got down on the rather disgusting ground. The wound on his side screamed in protest. The young boy bit into his cheek to keep from yelling. He pressed his forehead to the floor and scrunched up his legs. Dick brought his arms down and back, sliding them under his feet so that his bound hands were now in front. Carefully, he stood up. Thank God he was flexible. And bless his mother for stressing the importance of it when he was a child. Only she taught him because it would help with the act. Mrs. Grayson had no idea that her teachings would eventually help her son escape a base full of Neo Nazis while he was recovering from two murder attempts.

The rest of it was easy. Dick got the zip-ties off in little under a minute. Sometimes when he was training, he practiced getting out of situations like these. So it wasn't too hard. Having his hands free was very gratifying. The ties had cut into his wrists slightly, leaving marks. But some sore wrists were the least of his worries. He took the opportunity to do some damage control. He unbuttoned his nightshirt (How embarrassing was it to get kidnapped while in your pajamas?) and looked at his chest. The wound, at least, was unchanged. Still held shut by medical staples and red as an apple. It hurt like hell, too. But the doctor said that was normal.

His side, however, made him want to puke.

The stab wound had been sewed up, as he'd expected. Very badly. Whatever they used looked like thick black thread. The injury had swelled up, straining against the thread that held it closed. The area around it was bright red and inflamed. And some odd liquid was leaking out of it.

Dick buttoned his shirt back up. As soon as he was able, he would have to get that injury medical attention. It was already becoming infected, that much was apparent. His head still throbbed as well. Whether that was a concussion or a hell of a bruise remained to be seen. Dick took a breather, as his side was still aching. He even used the toilet. Geoff banged on the door and yelled at him to hurry up. After a minute more of waiting, Dick took a deep breath and opened the door.

Years of training took over. Dick raised his foot and kicked Geoff square in the stomach. While he was winded, Dick punched him in the face and grabbed him by the neck. He squeezed until the man went unconscious. The boy let go and dropped him on the floor. There was a brief moment where his own balance was thrown off. Possibly due to his lack of an actual meal. Once he steadied himself, he took Buzz Cut's weapons: a gun, a knife, and a machete. He tied the machete around his waist and tossed the knife back down.

Through sheer luck, he avoided being spotted in the halls. But when he peered around a corner, he saw that two guards were standing next to the only possible exit he had seen.

Under normal circumstances, these two wouldn't be a problem. However, these weren't normal circumstances. Knocking out Buzz Cut hadn't been easy. In fact, he probably wouldn't be able to duplicate it since it took so much energy out of him. So a distraction was called for. Dick looked around. There was a closet nearby. An idea sparked to life in his brain, and he smirked. He opened the door and slipped inside, pulling the door almost completely closed. Then he took the gun, pointed it down the hall in the opposite direction of the guards, and fired. Just as suspected, the guards came racing around the corner and down the hall to investigate. While they inspected the shot, Dick slipped out and ran towards the door they had been guarding. It opened up to an ancient-looking stone staircase. But he had no other choice. Shutting the door behind him, he began racing up the stairs as fast as he could.

Hours seemed to pass. His injuries were on fire with pain. But he pushed himself and focused on going up the stairs.

Finally he reached the top of the stairs. It was a stone landing…and nothing else.

Dick looked around desperately. Then, he looked up. Bits of light peaked up from above. He pushed against the ceiling. A secret wood door bent back easily. It opened and made a small square hole just above him. He climbed out and grinned. Sure, he was tired and in pain and hungry and panting…but he was out.

"I did it!" Dick laughed. "I did it! I…"

Then he got a good look at his surroundings. The trap door had let him out in, what looked like, the heart of a rainforest.

"…SHIT!"

xxxx

When they'd discovered Dick wasn't there, the team was shocked. They debated on calling Batman. But Kaldur shot down that idea almost immediately.

"He is our teammate. We will find him." Kaldur said firmly.

M'gann helped Alfred and spoke to him when he came to. He told them he heard Dick yelling, so he ran in. Two men and a woman were trying to drag Dick out. But the boy was fighting them. Alfred tried to help him, but one of the men hit him and knocked him unconscious.

"We found the Batcave, dude." Wally told him reluctantly.

"I expected as much." Alfred replied as if this news did not surprise him in the least. "I just wondered if Richard would tell you before you found it." He led them down into the Batcave and went straight towards the master computer. "Thankfully, I have ways of tracking him." The screen lit up with a map. A red dot appeared on the screen, moving quickly. Alfred cussed under his breath. "They've got him on a plane. I'll track where they're going and tell you where to go. Get in the ship! Hurry!"

They'd gone to South America, tracking the red dot that was their friend. (The team wondered how Alfred was able to track him. A microchip or something?) But the dot disappeared somewhere into the Brazilian rainforest. They'd spent the last six hours looking for him. But it was difficult. The rainforest was thick and unforgiving. Once you'd hacked your way through one bit, miles and miles of untamed wilderness still barred any progress you might make. After a few hours, Alfred came on over the communicator once more.

"Richard's signal has come back online. Ten miles north. He isn't moving." Alfred said.

"That good or bad?" Conner asked as he ripped apart some thick vines.

"Could be either." Kaldur replied. "Let us hurry."

Easier said than done. It would take them hours to hack their way through the forest.

xxxx

Rainforests sucked.

Dick climbed a tree and laid across one of the branches. It was all he could do. Walking through the forest would get him nowhere. The growth was too thick and he was too weak. So he used his remaining energy to hide in a tree. With any luck, the Neo Nazis would pass by underneath his little tree and never notice him.

The machete was hidden on some lower branches, while he kept his gun with him. Just in case. There were all sorts of animals that lived in the rainforest. Most of which were not friendly. You could never be certain when a poison dart frog would hop on to your hand, or a territorial monkey would try to rip off your face. If some large snake wanted to take a bite out of him, it was going to get a face full of lead first.

Instead of thinking about the pain he was in (And after the energy and physical strain it took to get up the tree, he was in a great deal of it) he looked around at the forest. There were birds singing as the hid in the trees. It was raining farther up above him; Dick could hear the rain hitting the leaves. Soon he felt a bit of that rain as well, as drops of it fell on to his face. In a way, it was kind of peaceful. Now he knew why some people blew their money on those stupid 'sounds of the rainforest' CDs. When you were in a whole lot of pain and in a stressful situation, it could help relax you. Maybe one day he and Bats could go on a vacation here.

A vacation? Robin thought sleepily. He felt so tired. So, so tired…Bruce would never agree to a vacation…

With that, he fell asleep.