Chapter: 38

"I've lost contact with Johnny." A guy dressed in completely black said to the group leader.

"All I ask is for him to grab the brat and he even messes that up. We're already behind schedule as it is since Wayne is MIA. WHY CAN'T ANYTHING GO RIGHT!?" the boss man screamed, throwing down the walkie-talkie.

"Should we mobilize ground troops to try and pull this together?" his goon asked.

"No, we'll only need three. You all head back to base, Steve, Jim, and Joe with me." three hulky guys branched off from the departing pack to join the two standing a few feet away.

"The boss wants you two to look for Wayne, we'll get Grayson."

"Whatever you say Mike, just tell boss that we'll meet up with him." Steve said, before leading the other two behind back.

"Are you coming or what Mike?" his boss peaked out from the ground floor window at him.

"Yea, on my way Mark."

"I told you to call me boss."

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"It's too silent boss." Mark whispered as the duo combed the halls.

"You getting paranoid on me Mark?" the man smiled, their conversation being halted when he stuck his head into yet another room, coming out empty handed again.

"Well, maybe…but I baby sit my brother's kids all the time and if there was a kid in here there'd be more noise. They're only quiet when they're up to no good."

"Hold that thought, I hear someone coming." True enough, small footsteps accompanied by a childish humming echoed through the halls. Little Dick Grayson rounds the corner with a plate of cookies in his hands and one cookie in his mouth. When his blue eyes took in the two unfamiliar people standing in the middle on the hallway, he paused.

"Why hello there little guy. Get in the bag." That was Mike. No beating around the bush. Grayson just stood there and stared at them before balancing the plate of cookies on his head and reaching behind the flower vase on a tower near by. All of a sudden the smell of burning flesh filled the hall's air accompanied by screams.

"What the hell kid!?"

"Sneaking into people's houses is bad. You're lucky Alfred's not around; he'd wash your mouth out with soap." Dick grabbed both of the bad guys' ears and dragged him to a room near by, the taser safely tucked away in his pants' pocket.

The door swung open to reveal a horror filled sight. Sitting at a small blue wooden table was their missing thug dressed up in a fairy costume, the missing billionaire dressed as a dragon, and a great dane with a crown sitting crookedly on his head.

"So he got you guys too." Bruce stated as he munched on the last cookie.

"I brought more people and cookies, but we have to teach them manners. Oh, and Bruce? We need to recharge the taser, but don't worry I can use the one that's in my room." Dick handcuffed the two thugs to the small chairs before padding over to sit on his adoptive father's lap.

"Hi boss." Johnny said dejectedly, the blonde wig was slowly slipping off of his head.

"Oh no, Mrs. Maid and Mr. Cook aren't dressed up for the occasion!" Dick gasped as he slid off of his father's lap and dove into a chest full of clothes, he popped back up with an arm full of fabric and quickly set to work. "There, all better."

Mark had on a yellow wig, pulled back into straight braided pig tails, and blush overly done on his cheeks. Mike had a half deflated cook's hat, and a white pin up jacket haphazardly thrown on.

"Dickie, may I have another cookie please?" Bruce asked, kindly smiling down at the boy on his lap.

"Of course Mr. Dragon, here's some nice hot cocoa to help it down." Dickie handed his father said items and beamed when the billionaire remembered to put his pinkie up. "Would you like some too Ms. Fairy?"

"Yes please." He (she) said excitedly. Dick clambered over to the restrained man and shoved a cookie into his mouth, giggling as Bruce made monster noises as he ate his meal.

"What about us you twerp?" Mark snapped, trying to dislodge the yellow monstrosity from his head. Instead of a cookie he got a harsh whap on the head with a baseball bat.

"Bad, you didn't ask nicely." Dick stood, magically dressed up as a baseball player.

"Why you-." Mark was cut off once again as the bat connected with the side of his head. A string of curse words noisily filled the air.

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"Can I have some food please?" Mike asked wisely. Mark had multiple bumps and bruises covering his face, and a bar of soap sticking out of his mouth. Mike was sure one of his teeth had fallen out. The profanity had triggered a parental instinct in Bruce and the billionaire took over the punishment from his son.

"Of course you can Mr. Cook." Dick beamed and happily bounced over to his captive. The young boy released one of the crook's hands and placed a cookie in it. "Since you got your manners right on the first try, you can use your hands."

"Thank you." By this time Mark had spit out the soap from his mouth and was now able to speak freely.

"Why you twerp. Give me some food this instant!"

"No, no, no! Why can't you just ask nicely? Alfred always said that if you couldn't ask nicely then you didn't deserve what you wanted to get. Now, say please and I'll give you one."

Mark groaned and grit his teeth before grounding out a grunted, "Please."

"Very good, now here you go." Dick handed over a chocolate chip cookie, Alfred's specialty.

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It wasn't until three hours later that Dick finally settled down on his bed and fell asleep. The thugs were free of any restraints and the food was all gone.

"Boss, we can nap them while they're out." Johnny motioned to the two sleeping targets they had originally come to get. As silently as they could they moved to restrain the billionaire, the kid would be easier than him to catch, but as Mark's hands clamped down on Bruce's arm, a rougher hand clamped down on his.

"I think you three have over stayed your welcome." Bruce growled, his blue eyes piercing their souls. "But don't worry. Ace here'll show you the way out." He grinned as he unhooked the leash from around the Great Dane's collar.

Ace stood on all fours and growled, the crown sitting crookedly a top his head made it all the more frightening. In an instant, the three crooks were gone from the room, screaming.

Bruce walked over to his son and pulled the covers up a bit higher before planting a small kiss on the crown of his head.

"Sleep tight Dickie. We'll have more fun tomorrow." The door creaked closed and the billionaire was off. After all, he couldn't just leave the attempted kidnappers with his dog. Who knew what disease Ace would get if he ingested any part of them?

A/N: Yea…I wasn't a big fan of this…I was…but now I'm not. Sorry for the late update, but I got in a car accident. Though it doesn't look that bad, it still had a bad result on my body itself. The windshield on the passenger side is cracked and both air bags were deployed. I was sitting in the passenger seat…not a wise decision on my part. But on the bright side, it wasn't our fault, it was some old dudes (Not to diss on old people, I just don't know his name). So I hope that's a good enough reason to be gone, if not well…too bad.

WOULD YOU BE OPPOSED TO SEE TEEN TITANS IN THIS FIC?

I got a request asking to do a chapter with the bat fam visiting robin in the tower, but I'm just making sure none of you would pitch a fit if I do…do this. Just wondering. Yes there will be a continuation to the previous chapter.

I do not own Batman, sorry for the long A/N, review please!