Half an hour later he made his way back to Dick, laptop under his arm and fresh coffee in each hand. A few of his men threw him confused looks on his way and he barked at them to get on with their work instead of fooling around, because their prisoner escaped once already and they were lucky to be alive.

Nightwing greeted him with a smile and positively lit up at the sight of the mug with the hot, black liquid. He savored the drink with appreciative hum when it was handed to him, curling over it to seep it's warmth.

"What's this?" Dick nodded at the laptop Jason put on the table between them.

"I thought you could hack into the Batcomputer again," Jason replied, sipping his own coffee.

Dick eyed him speculatively. Jason stared back.

"Sure, why not?" Dick finally shrugged and reached for the laptop. "Knock yourself out." As if Jason wasn't the one in charge here. Fucker!

Dick worked for a few minutes in silence. Jason scooted his own chair to sit next to him and watched.

"I'm in," Dick reported. "What do you want from it anyway?"

"Just a little spying," the Arkham Knight focused on the laptop. "Can you hack into cameras in the Panessa?"

"Hmmm," Dick hummed as he worked. "Why didn't I think of that?"

Jason snorted, but didn't comment.

A minute later a series of camera feeds filled the laptop's screen. Dick glanced at all of them and choose one from the tree in the main room, where the most interesting things seemed to take place.

"Well, hello Robin," Jason muttered as the feed showed a young man with a buzz cut, clad in iconic Robin uniform with a cape, typing something on the computer and checking some samples.

"That's Robin?" Dick's eyes widened, scrutinizing the young man. He even zoomed the camera for a better view. "As in Tim?"

"Yeah," Jason frowned. "Why? I thought you have Tim in your universe?"

"Yes," Dick said, eyes still glued to the screen. "But he's like seventeen. And has longer hair. How old this Tim is?"

"Twenty four."

"All grown up," Dick sighed wistfully. "How old are you, Jason?"

"Twenty three," the Arkham Knight replied.

Dick looked delighted at the news.

"You're the youngest for now!" Dick exclaimed, wrapping his arms around him. "How cute!"

"Let go of me!" Jason growled, struggling to free himself, but Dick's grip was like steel. Then he stilled, as he realized what Dick implied. "What do you mean 'for now'?!

"Oh, forget I said anything," Dick cuddled closer and with one hand restored the normal view of the camera.

Just as well, as Batman entered the building. They watched as Batman checked something on the computer and then proceed to have heated discussion with his partner, which ended with him locking Robin in one of the six cells curved around the Batcomputer.

Jason snorted as Batman left Tim behind.

"He did not just do that," Dick denied uselessly in disbelief.

"Oh, he did," Jason smirked gleefully. "Lets see what are they doing in there."

Dick tried, unsuccessfully, hack the data on the project again. Jason's patience wore thin in the meantime, so they resorted to gather as much as they could from the camera feeds. In the cells besides Robin were three Joker wannabes and a man looking like a professor. Why Batman held them there was anyone's guess.

Dick sat back and allowed Jason to click through the feeds. Mind running through the possibilities. Jason was going through the outside cameras, when Dick spotted something.

"Wait," Nightwing sat up straighter. "Go back."

The Arkham Knight complied with a sigh. On the peripheral of the camera a few shadows moved quickly before the feed cut off. Dick instantly moved to another one. Some armed men were heading to the main entrance to the secret lair of Batman, destroying the most obvious cameras on the way and easily going through the security protecting the way to the elevator. Those men were heading straight to where Robin was currently locked up, defenseless.

"Jay," Dick begged, worried. "Call them off. Please!"

"These are not my men," Arkham Knight replied, frowning at the video feed.

"Then let me go!" Dick demanded frantically. "I need to help him."

"By the time you would get there, whatever was happening right now would be already over," Jason reasoned. "Stay here. Since you're already in the system, can't you do anything? Slow them down? Signal for help?"

"Yeah, yeah," Dick nodded, typing lightning fast on the keyboard. "I can do that." He triggered the alarm and shut down the elevator. Then locked the door leading into the main room. And from there focused on hacking into the cages to release Robin. After a few minutes he admitted defeat. The cells were protected with the same encryption as the files on research, so there was no way for him to hack into them.

"Jay," Dick whimpered shakily, watching a few feeds showing several groups of men charging into the Studio. He couldn't let that happen. He couldn't let another Robin down. But he had limited options here.

"Shh," Jason soothed, carding his glowed fingers through Dick's hair and pointed at the top left corner of the screen, where the view of the outside of Panessa Studios was. In range of that camera was the entrance to the elevator with three guys standing guard and a fragment of the roof of the building nest to the entrance. On the roof two very recognizable shadows were crouching, looking down at the men.

Dick sighed in relief, instantly calming down. Cavalry had arrived.

"Who's that other guy?" Jason asked curiously.

"Red Hood," Dick answered with a smile. He cracked his fingers and went to work.