Synopsis: Someone has stolen all the money from the Wayne Foundation Youth Charity Fund. Batman and Red Hood go after the man who did it. While doing research on the thief, Tim is hit by a mysterious beam from an odd weapon sitting on a shelf and is de-aged. Oh boy, what are they going to do with a four-year-old Tim?

Part 15: Rescued

'Dick has to get Tim now!' Samantha thought to herself. 'He's injured and I think he's going to be close to dying if we don't get to him now.'

Samantha ran to Bruce's office where she found Dick waiting. She saw the grim look on his face and understood. There wasn't much he could do but wait by the phone until the kidnappers called. 'It must have happened so fast that Dick didn't have time to react.'

Samantha went over and placed her hands over Dick's seeing they had been shaking. She couldn't tell whether it was from fear or from rage.

Dick looked up and Samantha saw the fear and and sorrow that shadowed what normally was a cheerful soul. Her anger melted away. 'I'm not the only one who is hurting,' she thought. 'I'm glad Bruce isn't here to go through this. We need to get Tim back before he and Jason return from their mission, otherwise, everyone will be torn apart over this, if everything goes wrong.'

Boozer looked over the instructions one more time.

"I got the instructions ready," Boozer stated. "I'll give Wayne a call."

"Alright. Tell him to hurry," Sylvester stated. "I want the money now."

Boozer dialed the number.

Dick looked over at Samantha when the phone rang. He was quick to answer it, "Hello?"

"Mr. Wayne?" Boozer started out.

'This is him, or one of them,' Dick thought. "Yes."

"I have something of yours. Did you get my note?"

"I did. I'm going to cooperate."

"I hope this conversation isn't being traced."

"No," Dick lied. Since he had taken this call in Bruce's office, the phone he was using was tied into the bat-computer in order to trace calls like this.

"Good . . . Take the money to the old-abandoned rail railway station out on Grant. You're going to leave the money at the teller window. Someone will give you a set of keys. There will be to a pair of trunks on the platform. Any funny business and those two trunks will be picked up and put on the nearest box car and you will never see those kids, again. And come alone."

"Alright, I'll be there," Dick agreed, his teeth tight in his lips. He normally would not negotiate with a kidnapper, but Tim and Christina's lives were ar stake.

"Good," Boozer hung up the phone. "Silvester get the brats ready. Put them in the two trunks."

Sylvester dragged the trunks over and opened them up. "Alright kiddies in ya go." Sylvester grabbed the kids and tossed them both into separate trunks and slammed them shut before they could struggle. The boy didn't struggle at all while the girl was too scared to. Silvester gave the truck with the Wayne brat in it a good kick.

"Uh," Tim grunted. More blood seeped through his gag as the lid was shut and locked.

Dick stood up and went to the grandfather clock. 'I'm going to get my brother and Christina back. Then I'm going to go kick some ass.' Dick went down to the cave and pulled out a suitcase that had a tracking device in it. He could feel the Talon's presence in his mind urging him on. 'I'm going to give that fucker what he wants, but you better believe I'll get it back. No one takes my brother and thinks they are going to get away with it.' Dick filled the suitcase up. '$40 mill no more, no less.'

"Silvester," Boozer tossed him. The keys. "When you see him leave the money, give him these. I'll be waiting in the van."

Silvester was excited to get this money. "Oh, how rich brats come in handy. Maybe we should do this in another city. Forty Million is a lot, but I'm thinking we could have a lot more." Silvester drug the trunks out to the platform and went to the teller window. The door to the teller window was unlocked and Silvester sat inside and made sure it was dark so he wouldn't be able to be seen.

'My brother better be okay. There better not be a hair out of place on him. If so, these scums are going to suffer, severely.' The Talon thought the same thing. Though Dick had a feeling he would have to bash some skulls together.

The Talon wished he had urged Dick to bring a couple of knives, but that could put Tim and Christina in more danger than they already are. He recalled the look on Samantha's face, and he knew his brother was probably not okay. Dick pulled the suitcase into a car in the cave, and he was speeding out of the cave toward Gotham. He remembered where the old railroad station was. Luckily, he didn't have to drive into the city to get there. He could take the highway and take the ramp that led to the northwest section of Gotham, near Burnside. That line had been discontinued after the Earthquake. There weren't any plans to rebuild as far as he knew. It wasn't long until he was taking the ramp to Grant street and driving a short distance east to the railway station. Dick pulled up to the station and hopped out of the car. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the van. The teller box was right up front while the train platform was on the other side. The train station was from a hundred fifty years ago, before the community that used the rail libe had been outside of Gotham city limits and was now incorporated into Gotham. Dick could see there was a single light illuminating the entire platform. He couldn't see the trunks. He just needed the keys. Walking up to the teller box Dick held up the suitcase. The man sitting in the dark of the ticket booth indicated that Dick needed to put the suitcase near the door. Once Dick had done that, the man handed over the keys, slipping them through the opening where the tickets and money would be passed. Dick took the keys and started for the platform. The man in the booth was suddenly there, carrying the suitcase and passing Dick as quickly as possible.

'Pleasah doin' business with ya."

'He's the first one that's getting a few teeth knocked out,' Dick thought to himself as he glared at the man. He took the keys and went over to the platform. He found the trunks under a second light he hadn't seen from the street. TheDick raced over and quickly opened the first trunk. He found the girl first. Christina looked scared out of her mind.

'I'm going to get you home to your Dad," Dick said, as he untied Chrystina's hands and gag.

"You need to help Princess."

"I will."

Dick went over to the other trunk and opened it. "Tim . . ." Dick noticed the blood on his gag. 'Oh my god Tim! He's coughing up blood.' Dick quickly removed his gag and he picked him up in his arms. "What did they do to you?"

Tim groaned, his eyes drooping.

Dick held onto Tim as he heard the engine of the van revving in the distance.

"Get them," Tim said in his groggy state.

"I'll get them later, after I take care of you," Dick said. "They won't escape," the Talon added. As the van pulled away from the abandoned train station, Dick couldn't hear the two men's callous conversation.

"We can finally leave this stinking place and create our own empire. Say how about we head to Metropolis. I bet there are a few rich people we could fleece there, too."

"Nah, you're forgettin' about that super dud." Silvester commented.

"You're right. He can hear everying. How about Chicago. I heard they don't like capes."

"Yeah, that would be perfect. We can even afford to get our own place."

"Too bad about Wayne's kid," Boozer said. "At least he was good for some entertainment."

"Ain't that the truth."

Dick grabbed Christina's hand and ran back to the car with his brother in his arms as quickly as possible. He got Christina in one of the children's car seats while he held Tim in his lap. "Hang in there Timmy. Sammie's going to do her best and heal you. Just hang in there."

Tim coughed some more. Blood dripped on Dick's pants, but he didn't care. He kept Tim on his side to keep him from choking on his own blood.

"Princess . . . Princess is going to be okay . . . right?" Christina sniffled and wiped tears from her eyes.

"Yes . . . Yes, he is. We know some one who's going to make him feel better." Dick pressed a hidden button on the steering wheel that allowed him to break every law on the books when it came to driving. It enabled him to get through traffic from changing the lights so they were in his favor, to being in stealth mode so he could weave in and out of traffic safely. It wasn't long before he was taking the ramp to the highway that led to the Manor and then going through the gates. Once he ws in front and parking the car, Dick got out, still holding onto Tim. Christina was able to unbuckle the belt of the car seat. Dick opened the door and she followed behind. Dick rushed into the Manor just as Alfred was at the door.

"Oh my . . ." Tears rimmed Alfred's eyes. ". . . Master Timothy . . ."

"Is Samantha upstairs?"

"After you left Master Bruce's office, I saw her go out in the garden," Alfred replied. "I asked her if she wanted a cup of tea to calm her nerves, but she refused."

"She's not sleeping in a bubble, is she?" Dic asked. "I need her to at least heal Tim's lungs. i can tell his breathing is off."

"I do not believe so. She is quite angry though."

"Yeah, I know," Dick said humbly. "Please call Christina's parents. Let them know she's here and she's safe." Dick rushed toward the back of the Manor with his brother. 'I just hope she's still not angry with me. I thought we had a moment there in Dad's office.'

"Bye bye princess," Christina waved. "I hope you feel better." She watched as Mr. Wayne took Timmy away.

Dick hurried out to the garden. Samantha turned around and saw that Dick was holding a bleeding Tim. That angered her even more, but now her anger was directed at the ones who hurt him.

"Sammie, please. i know your energy isn't fully back, but please heal his lungs."

"Lay him in the garden," Samantha said, her voice was cold. "Then you must leave."

Dick was shocked. She always let him be near Tim when something like this happened. Even so, Dick didn't argue. He placed his little brother down in the garden, and for just a moment, watched as she began to heal him.

"Leave Dick . . . Now." Samantha didn't want his presence near her at the moment.

Dick walked away, sadden. In many respects, Samantha was right. He should have worked to return Tim back to normal. He had been selfish. He had to correct that, but first he had one other duty he needed to do. Dick walked back to the Manor and headed to the cave.

As Samantha healed Tim's lungs, Tim begain to cry, sounding like the four-year-old boy that he was and wasn't.

"Hey, don't cry it's okay. You're okay now and so is that girl that was taken. Dick should have brought you home from the park."

"Not his fault," Tim cried. "Her name's Christina Finster. They were going to kidnap her. Tried to stop them."

'Of course, Tim tried to stop them,' Samantha thought. 'He's Red Robin. He wasn't going to let someone kidnap a little girl,' but she said instead. "Tim, they could have killed you."

"I know. I'm useless like this." Tim couldn't stop crying at that point. Tim got up from the ground and ran from Samantha, his lungs and his broken ribs still burning.

"Tim!"

Samantha couldn't do anything. She had spent the last of her energy healing Tim. "Virgil." Samantha called out to her brother as she passed out.

Continues with Part 15: Figuring out a way