A/N: God I felt like I needed to give you all something REALLY GOOD this chapter, so I rewrote this thing 20 times and now I feel like it's DECENT but still not GREAT.

Help me out tell me what you really think? I tend to get paranoid and overwork stuff when I really want to impress people xP

Either way Enjoy :)

And just know that I didn't half-ass it.

The day was cold and dark.

Rain broke down on the four silhouettes gathered outside the building.

"Is this the place?" Nightwing's own voice sounded as lightheaded as he felt. As if this was all a dream.

A flash of light illuminated his former mentor standing next to him. It went dark again and Batman rumbled, "Yes."

Thunder shook the ground.

"Captain Boomerang said that he's inside," Superman spoke uncomfortably. He probably wasn't used to this sort of backdrop for a rescue mission. Or maybe it was the thunder upsetting his super hearing.

"Everyone remember the plan?" Wonder Woman looked at them as rain made her hair flatter than usual.

No one gave an answer, which she took as a yes.

"Let's go," Batman gave the command, slipping away from the group and into the night.

Nightwing's stomach clenched as he stole his way around the back.

Superman flew to the top where Batman had used his grappling hook, and Wonder Woman flew around to the other side.

Lightning streamed across the sky, illuminating the Amazon's figure.

Nightwing looked back at the black door and sucked in a breath, preparing to break it down when-

/It's unlocked./

His stomach grew even queasier as he took the knob and turned it, before heading inside.

The surroundings were still dark, but silent as the soundproof door shut.

Nightwing pulled out his computer from when he was Robin and lit the way. The walls were gray and brick; 19th century or earlier. He couldn't tell. But they were moss-covered and worn.

/That's weird considering the desert's climate is usually so...arid.../ the ebony noted. /Where has the water been coming from?/

He shined his light toward the other end of the hallway, but it was too long and he couldn't see the end.

His footsteps were the only sound besides water dripping from his suit and onto the floor. The super looked back at his computer,

"According to this Batman's in the air ducts and Wonder Woman's flying overhead," he confirmed to give himself some assurance. /Which means Superman is-/

Just then a loud crrrrrr! As if a rusty old faucet handle was being turned in the wall.

After it a loud THUD! resounded throughout. The ebony quickly shined his light up and around at the ceiling.

Nightwing listened.

A faint scuffling-like sound. Almost like gas leaking

"Is...that...?"

It grew louder and he widened his eyes.

The ebony shoved his hand into his utility belt and pulled out two bat bombs as the sound grew louder and came faster toward him.

His heart beat harder as he threw them up at the ceiling, the explosion shaking the corridor and causing chunks of cement to come falling down around him.

The sound was almost there.

"Eh!" he grunted, jumping up and holding fast to the edge of the ragged hole he'd created.

Right after he jumped he felt the impact of the gushing water hit him with the force of a fire hose.

It completely knocked over his legs, his right hand slipped off and he looked down at the black swirling water beneath him.

Nightwing pulled, "Come on..." he got his hand free and latched onto the hole again, but his legs were still lost in the water and he couldn't get them free.

The ebony put his head down on the surface of the ceiling (which was actually the floor of the second story) and resolved to waiting it out...

Batman had been crawling along in an air duct for awhile now.

Normally, he didn't do these sorts of things. He had Robin do them. But right now- with the League's screw-up which led to Wallace's capture in the first place- he trusted no one else but himself to do it.

And the last thing he wanted was for another family member to be involved.

He tracked his son's, Superman's, and Wonder Woman's movements on his radar every few moments.

Not that it stopped his progression.

The Dark Knight took a right into another new metal passage.

"He's definitely here."

There was no doubt in his mind. Joker liked the...unusual...and this place was that; an old building in the middle of nowhere with unexplainable new renovations. Though now Batman very much doubted Biayla's choices in where they put their buildings...

He looked down and Nightwing's signature suddenly disappeared on the radar.

Batman stopped dead, something he hadn't done since beginning the mission. His hand immediately went to his com, "Nightwing; Nightwing do you read me?"

Static.

Dread shot through his heart.

"Nightwing are you alright?"

Still just static.

He swore loudly, looking around then continuing on, faster than before. He commed the others as he moved,

"Something's come up..."

Nightwing slowly picked his head up, exhaustion tearing at his limbs.

He crawled up and onto the floor- coughing, though not stopping- until he was all the way out.

The ebony sighed, and then moved his gloved hand to his ear.

No com.

"What?"

He glanced behind him and realized it must've fallen out into the water. He had moved a lot to save himself from drowning. The super groaned and put his forehead to the cool floor.

...

Mumbling.

/That wasn't me/ Nightwing realized with widened his eyes and quickly snapped his head up.

The room he was in-

...it was dark gray brick with industrial lighting.

It had chains and blood on the floor.

"Wally!" he cried out, scrambling to his feet, slipping on the floor as he ran to his lover in the torture chamber.

Flash was chained to the wall still; he gave no movement or indication that he was alive even. But Nightwing was certain his redhead had tried to say something.

"Wally, say something to me," he whimpered, reaching his hand up to the redhead's face.

Flash didn't say anything but his eyes opened into white slits behind his cowl.

Nightwing smiled out of relief, before falling back to his worrying. His hand fell to Flash's chest where he felt ragged and deep wounds.

"I always knew that old saying was wrong."

Nightwing could've killed himself right then if he hadn't found Wally. He knew that voice for sure.

"...You really can trap more bats with vinegar than honey!" the sickening sweet laugh shrieked.

Nightwing turned; his hand was on Flash's chest still as Joker came in through the garage-like door. It shut behind him.

The clown stepped forward with a grin, "And I've been waiting to carve you, Bird."

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