"I'm headed in now," Terry spoke over the comms, "Going silent until I'm inside."

"Roger," Dick said. Terry hadn't been delighted that Dick was helping Rocky run the coms tonight, but he hadn't argued with the inventor.

Dick watched the footage from the cowl lenses playing before him like a real-life movie. Felt like he was there in a way, witnessing everything from Terry's perspective.

The man in question snuck into the room where a police officer was guarding a door. He threw a gas pellet in and the police officer was soon down. Batman entered, walking under the 'police line, do not cross' tape that had been up on the door.

Dick frowned. Now they'd know he was here! Then again, they'd probably know he'd been there because of the gas pellet. Still, making it more obvious wasn't Batman's style.

Batman investigated the room a moment before using the cowl's enhanced visual. It responded to latent fingerprints and footprints when disclosed to the lighting. Batman's enhanced visual inside the visor permitted him to notice these prints and follow a trail of footprints to a desk. Knelt to examine it, scrutinizing below to find a tape recorder.

"Call the Gotham Institute for – Aah!" The announcer's voice on the tape quickly turned into a scream. The tape continued recreating with some abnormal grated screeching sound behind the man's screams.

"Who is that," Dick questioned.

"I don't know," Batman admitted, was irregular when he didn't admit something. This wasn't a good sign in Dick's book.

Batman put the recording away in his belt and continued searching.

Dick's attention pulled away when the police radio crackled to life.

"Calling Detective Bullock. Calling Detective Bullock."

"Yeah?" Bullocks' voice reached through.

"The Batman's been sighted breaking into Phoenix Labs... thought you'd be interested," Dick gasped. Did someone see him? Already? Terry was being sloppy without him!

Bullock communicated again, angry and loud, "I want my squad there, backed by choppers and as many officers as I can get... NOW!"

"Ter, they've spotted you!" Dick yelled into the com, "The Police are on their way."

Batman only hummed, apparently still diverted with something. Only to look at the scratch marks on the desk.

"Didn't you hear me? The fuzz is coming. Get out of there," Dick cried.

"One moment," Batman drew out tweezers and reached for something on the table. Dick groaned. If he was there, Terry would have made them leave right away. Batman may protect Robin with everything he held but couldn't involve the same logic in himself.

Terry bagged whatever he'd found only as police sirens started to sound in the distance.

"Ok, you got the evidence. Now get out before they see you!" Dick cried.

"Too late."

"Too late? What does that-" A luminous light momentarily blinded Dick from the screen as a police chopper's spotlight dropped on Terry via the window.

"You've got to be kidding me," Dick muttered. The police radio was full of chatter. The SWAT team stood there as well as Detective Bullock and the Commissioner!

Dick switched to listening to the SWAT team's communications, "Quiet down you jokers!" Bullock's voice declared, "He's in there. I want him by any means necessary."

"Any means necessary, Batman. Bullock is out for blood," Dick urged Terry to move on.

Luckily this time Terry took the hint and activated the suit's cloaking device, rotating and dashing out of the room towards the elevators. He began to pry open the closed doors. When they were about wide enough to fit through, the stairwell door slammed open, and SWAT officers appeared. "On your three o'clock, Batman!" Dick warned.

Batman hopped into the elevator shaft, chucking smoke bombs after him as he exited the floor.

"Gas attack! Put on your masks!" The leader said as Batman skated down the elevator shaft below. He opened the top panel and fell into the car and opening it. For a moment Dick thought he was safe.

Batman's head swiveled to notice a group of five-armed SWAT officers moving toward him. Terry dashed to the left silently without alerting the SWAT officers. Dick gasped.

Batman darted into another room, hiding in the shadows as an officer burst through the door, gun drawn. Was only the one scout Batman so he decloaked, yanked the gun from his hands, and covered his mouth before the man could react?

"They know you're in there, Batman," Dick said as the other swat members lined outside the door, "Tear gas incoming!" Terry had been right. The police were doing a 'shoot first' method.

"Damn it," Batman muttered as the canister rolled in. He grabbed the SWAT officer just as the canister rolled next to some containers labeled 'flammable'. Of course, they could never catch a break.

Batman vaulted out the window with the SWAT officer in his arms just as the room detonated. Multiple detonations went off as they spread through the room. Dick could see Batman's cowl footage tumbling as they fell from the fourth floor. Before they hit the ground, Batman's grapple shot off and wrapped around a tree branch. It brought them to a safe, if bumpy, stop not twenty paces from Bullock and the Commissioner.

Batman dropped the man and flew off by using his retractable wings and rocket boots towards the nearest alley that held the Batmobile. He jumped in and sped away.

Dick let out a sigh of relief. Maybe Terry had been correct about benching Robin. Dick hadn't considered the police would be that furious with Batman. He'd miscalculated.

"On my way back," Batman said, "Robin, set up the computer for analysis."

The next morning, Dick arrived downstairs to encounter him already awake and clothed. That would have been confusing on its own. While Dick was a morning person, Terry certainly wasn't sometimes. But now the man smiled at him, slightly bashful.

"Umm..."

"I thought we would go to the Zoo today," Terry said.

Dick blinked a few times, "The Zoo?"

"Yeah."

He narrowed his eyes, "Why?" As considerably as he loved the zoo, Terry wouldn't just spring a visit on him for no explanation. Either he felt guilty or, most presumably... "Do you have the evidence?" he questioned. Now Terry was embarrassed, "Well, yes, but I figured after we could go see the elephants, to make up for benching ya." He was attempting to make up for benching Robin, which seemed sufficiently to find evidence. Dick observed him for a few more moments. Terry appeared apologetic enough and offered him a small smile, "Ok. I'll get ready." "Thanks, Bro," Terry said, looking relieved.

"Adventures in Chiroptera at the Bat Exhibit will begin in 30 minutes," A woman's voice came on the loudspeaker as Terry and Dick made their way through the zoo.

Terry adjusted his jacket as he entered the Bat exhibit. He'd been delivered via the rear entrance with Dick trekked through a dark cavern.

"Feels like home." Dick quipped," Terry hid a smile.

"Hello?" Terry called into the darkness as bats flew overhead. "Anybody here? Dr. March?"

"Who is it?" An annoyed voice came from their right. Both pivoted to notice an old man with a scrunched back and white hair illuminated from behind by a bright room.

"Terry McGinnis. I have an appointment," Terry said casually, retaining out a hand to the doctor, "I called about a bat problem?"

Dr. March frowned at Terry and then at Dick. "What do you think we are? Pest control?"

"We just need-" Dick started.

"Yes. Come in." The man said, obviously annoyed by their company. Dick and Terry exchange a glance. "University donates a few million and they think they own the place," The doctor mumbled, loud enough to confirm they could hear him.

They entered a brilliantly lit lab and shut the door behind them.

"I understand I'm to analyze something for you?" The man asked in a bored tone.

"Yeah, Doc." Terry continued as if he wasn't offended. His 'Terry' personality of being a charming rogue seemed to make the doctor more annoyed. "We keep hearing squeaks in our apartment and I found these. They look like hairs. Thought maybe you could tell me if I have a bat problem."

"And what if they are bats, Mr. McGinnis? Then what," The doctor demanded, "Destroy them like insects? We won't survive the next evolutionary cataclysm but Bats will! They're survivors, McGinnis, not pests. You should understand that."

Dick piped up. "We do! We're fans of bats."

The doctor looked incredulous as he gazed down his nose at Dick, as Dick shrunk back slightly.

Suddenly a woman's voice rang out, "Dad!" A woman with flawlessly curled blonde hair and glasses came out of the lab, slightly exasperated. "I hope either Mr. Grayson or McGinnis understand you mean no disrespect."

"Of course not, Miss...?" Terry asked suavely. Dick rolled his eyes. Whenever a stunning woman established up, so did 'Terry'.

"Mrs. Well, Doctor." The woman turned him down Dick immediately liked her. "I'm Francine Langstrom. I think you spoke with my husband on the phone." She motioned as a tall man with auburn hair came from behind her.

"Oh! Mr. McGinnis and Grayson, right? I'm sorry I'm late. I'm Kirk Langstrom. Did you bring the sample?"

"Yes, I gave it to Dr. Mar..." He cut off both him and Dick examined around to find out why. The man was gone. He pulled nearly as reasonable of a disappearing act as Batman! Terry questioned, "Where'd he go?"

"Probably to get started on the analysis," Dr. Langstrom stated apologetically, "If it's a bat problem you have, we'll know by tonight."

Dick snickered. They certainly did have a 'bat problem' Terry pinched his arm in a quiet 'really?' gesture. Dick just chuckled some more.

"Dad was lecturing the boys on the virtues of chiropteran," Francine said.

"Chiropt-a-what?" Dick asked.

"Chiroptera. Bats," Dr. Langstrom expressed kindly, "I hope he didn't get carried away. He's a little protective of all this. I think he likes bats more than people."

"I can't imagine," Terry said which only made Dick chuckle more. Clearing his throat, Terry persisted, attempting to get the attention of his 'brother', "We brought you this too. It's a recording I made of the noise outside our apartment." Dick pressed to play the unholy screeching sound.

Both scientists looked dumbfounded. "That doesn't sound like any bat I've ever heard Mr. McGinnis," Francine said with uncertainty.

Her husband fast cut in, "The animal-behavior people have a sound library. Maybe they can identify it. We'll let you know."

"We'd appreciate it," Dick said. Then he shifted to smile at Terry. "Well...how about we go see the elephants now?"