###I just started reading Nightwing so I don't have the names of some of the cops down yet (I made a few up...bear with me)
Barbara Gordon, Oracle to most superheroes, Babs to her friends, was doing her nightly rounds in the cyber world, spin control, as she called it. She hated to be affiliated with people who sat around listening to police scanners for kicks but hey, it's a living. She was, however, getting pretty fed up with the incessant crunching going on next to her.
"Quit it." She growled at Robin, who was munching on chips next to her.
"Hey I'm a growing kid. I need sustenance." Tim answered, popping another handful of cheetos in his mouth.
"What are you doing here anyway?" She sighed, staring at the orange fingerprints all over the extra keyboard.
"I'm meeting Nightwing. We're supposed to scope out the Diamond District tonight for the big guy. Come to think of it little Dicky's late."
"Maybe he ran into some trouble in Bludhaven." Babs reasoned. She figured she should check the police records just to be safe.
"Last time he was late it was because he met some cute girl and took her to a movie. Yeah that's right no one cares about Tim Drake when there are women to talk to."
Barbara whapped him playfully in the shoulder but her smile turned suddenly when she noticed the newest story to be picked up in Bludhaven Police files.
"Oh my God." She said shakily. Tim stared over her shoulder. He turned pale as he read the report. Barbara was already dialing the phone. She hoped Dick would be there but swore under her breath as the machine came on. She hung up the phone and sighed nervously.
"Not home?" Tim asked.
"No." She said quietly.
"What do we do?"
"I guess one of us tells Batman."
Bruce was still in bed when the phone began to ring. He stared at the clock next to his bed that read 7:30. He sat up quickly at the sight of how late it was swearing to himself that he needed an alarm without a snooze button and grabbed the phone.
"Hello?"
"Bruce? Were you still sleeping?" Barbara asked in surprise.
"No." He lied. "What is it?"
"Has Dick been to see you?" She asked in a tone Bruce couldn't decipher in his groggy state.
"Not lately why?"
"I just found a report out of Bludhaven. It says Dick and his partner were dispatched to a hold up at a convenience store this afternoon."
"Is he alright?" Bruce cut in sharply.
"From what I can tell. But the kid who attempted the robbery is dead...they..." Barbara couldn't even believe what she's was saying. "They list Dick as the shooter."
Bruce's eyes shut tight as if hearing the shot go off in his head. "Have you spoken to him?"
"Dick's not at home. Robin is here. I can send him to Bludhaven to look for him."
"No." Bruce answered gravely. "I'll go. Tell Tim to go to the Diamond District and work on the case we discussed."
Bruce hung up the phone and was speeding off in the car towards Bludhaven minutes later.
Barbara Gordon, Oracle to most superheroes, Babs to her friends, was doing her nightly rounds in the cyber world, spin control, as she called it. She hated to be affiliated with people who sat around listening to police scanners for kicks but hey, it's a living. She was, however, getting pretty fed up with the incessant crunching going on next to her.
"Quit it." She growled at Robin, who was munching on chips next to her.
"Hey I'm a growing kid. I need sustenance." Tim answered, popping another handful of cheetos in his mouth.
"What are you doing here anyway?" She sighed, staring at the orange fingerprints all over the extra keyboard.
"I'm meeting Nightwing. We're supposed to scope out the Diamond District tonight for the big guy. Come to think of it little Dicky's late."
"Maybe he ran into some trouble in Bludhaven." Babs reasoned. She figured she should check the police records just to be safe.
"Last time he was late it was because he met some cute girl and took her to a movie. Yeah that's right no one cares about Tim Drake when there are women to talk to."
Barbara whapped him playfully in the shoulder but her smile turned suddenly when she noticed the newest story to be picked up in Bludhaven Police files.
"Oh my God." She said shakily. Tim stared over her shoulder. He turned pale as he read the report. Barbara was already dialing the phone. She hoped Dick would be there but swore under her breath as the machine came on. She hung up the phone and sighed nervously.
"Not home?" Tim asked.
"No." She said quietly.
"What do we do?"
"I guess one of us tells Batman."
Bruce was still in bed when the phone began to ring. He stared at the clock next to his bed that read 7:30. He sat up quickly at the sight of how late it was swearing to himself that he needed an alarm without a snooze button and grabbed the phone.
"Hello?"
"Bruce? Were you still sleeping?" Barbara asked in surprise.
"No." He lied. "What is it?"
"Has Dick been to see you?" She asked in a tone Bruce couldn't decipher in his groggy state.
"Not lately why?"
"I just found a report out of Bludhaven. It says Dick and his partner were dispatched to a hold up at a convenience store this afternoon."
"Is he alright?" Bruce cut in sharply.
"From what I can tell. But the kid who attempted the robbery is dead...they..." Barbara couldn't even believe what she's was saying. "They list Dick as the shooter."
Bruce's eyes shut tight as if hearing the shot go off in his head. "Have you spoken to him?"
"Dick's not at home. Robin is here. I can send him to Bludhaven to look for him."
"No." Bruce answered gravely. "I'll go. Tell Tim to go to the Diamond District and work on the case we discussed."
Bruce hung up the phone and was speeding off in the car towards Bludhaven minutes later.