A Different Game 4b
Jim placed his arms around Barbara, trying to quiet her screams as the guards pulled Dick away from her, away from her forever. Jim's heart broke as he watched this scene.
Leslie moved from Alfred's embrace to Barbara and, reached in her medical bag. She pulled out a syringe and injected Barbara's arm. "A sedative, to calm her," she said hoarsely as she looked at Jim Gordon through tear stained eyes. Behind him, she saw Alfred looking after his boys, Clark's strong hands on Alfred's frail shoulders.
Roy held Dinah in his arms not sure who was comforting whom. "This is so wrong," he said. Dinah didn't recognize his tone. She had never heard him sound this way. Dinah nodded her head in agreement.
Jack Drake's hands gripped the rail as he watched his son being pulled to the other side of the courtroom, his eyes never leaving Tim. His vision blurred by his tears. The tightness in his chest was suffocating. He felt Dana's arms wrap around his waist, but it didn't help. He felt so alone.
"Wally," Donna started as tears fell from her eyes, "what are we going to do?"
Wally West pulled Donna to him. "I don't know. I don't know."
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The guards pushed the boys into the conference room and four of them followed Dick and Tim in. They heard the door shut and lock behind the guards.
Tim moved to stand looking out the barred window. Dick moved behind him, "Tim, I --"
"Don'tcha wish, Dick, that this window wasn't barred so we could fly over Gotham one last time."
"Yea, but we don't have our de-cel lines," Dick replied quietly.
"I know," Tim said weakly as he continued to look out the window.
Dick's body flinched for the second time today as he realized what Tim meant. How had he let this happen? How had he let things spiral so far out of control? What could he do now? His mind was reeling. He heard the guards rattling the chains as they laid them out on the table. If they left here now with the guards, they were headed for Blackgate. He was headed for Death Row. Tim would be placed in general population.
General population. Even with Tim's training, he wouldn't be able to protect himself from life in general population long. Dick had to do something. He had to. Bruce had taught him to protect the innocent. Well, he and Tim were the innocent. They had to protect themselves. He grabbed Tim by the shoulders, "Tim, look at me," he said in The Voice.
Tim's head snapped to attention at the tone as Dick continued. "We've been playing a different game. One were we didn't know the rules. It's time we started playing our own game, by our rules."
Tim's eyes grew wide as he realized what Dick meant. As they were called into the middle of the room, Tim caught Dick's hand signals and signaled back. As the guards started to approach, Dick and Tim struck out with lightning speed. As quickly and as quietly as possible, they each took out two guards.
As Dick gently laid the last unconscious guard on the floor, he looked at Tim who still seemed confused. "What now?" Tim asked.
Dick started to stand as he looked over the unconscious guards. He pointed to one and responded, "Strip him Tim and toss the uniform to me." Dick quickly began taking off his own suit. Tim's eyes were wide, but he complied. Dick started putting the uniform on, he had thought the fit was right. As he was doing so, he asked Tim, "You got a T-shirt on under your shirt?"
"Yea," Tim replied.
"Strip down to it and baggy your pants." Dick started rummaging through the other officer's things. A wicked grin formed as he found what he was hoping for. "Here Tim, catch," Dick said as he tossed a pair of dark sunglasses at him. "I need Jack Malone."
Tim grinned as he mussed his hair and cockily put on the shades. He watched as Dick put on the other pair of sunglasses and pulled a pair of handcuffs from his belt. "What're they for?"
"You Malone, you're under arrest," Dick said as he approached and started cuffing the boy's hands behind his back. "We're going to walk right out of this courthouse -- past the cops and past the press."
"Then what?"
"Then we get to the bottom of this."
"Yes!" Tim said as Dick used the guard's keys to open the hall door, no one was near, he took Tim by the arm and very officially began to walk towards the prisoner elevator, using the guard's keys once again to activate it. Dick had been observant of the procedures during these past few weeks. He knew what keys worked what.
On the main level, they walked toward the exit. They saw the hordes of press congested around the door. "Stay calm, Tim,"
"I am calm, already hand cuffed. YOU on the other hand, are a armed and dangerous felon."
"Cute," he whispered as they walked out the door and started down the steps. The press ignored them -- they were waiting for Grayson and Drake to be brought out. The reporters were oblivious to the other officers and prisoners who walked up and down those steps. They heard the reporters talking into their cameras about the trial, the evidence and the verdicts. Tim and Dick didn't look at them, they kept walking and went around the side of a parked transport van.
As the van came between them and the crowds, Dick quickly released Tim's handcuffs and they grabbed the chain link fence and started climbing over. Jumping down on the other side, Dick headed straight for a green Neon that had been parked near the fence every day for the last week. He crouched at the driver's side front tire running his hand under the tire casing. Tim saw him smile as Dick pulled a set of keys out and quickly unlocked the doors. "Get in."
Tim complied and scrambled into the passengers seat. Dick threw the officer's hat into the back seat and sat behind the wheel.
"Do you still know how to drive?" Tim asked in a jocular tone .
"Just like riding a bike," Dick replied as he started the engine. "Now what do I push?" he said with a wicked grin as he pulled away.
"Uh, you realize we just stole a car?" Tim said shaking his head.
"Not really, exactly."
"What'dya mean?" Tim asked as he reached over and cut on the radio. He scanned through the channels until he found music rather than trial updates.
"It's Roy's. His rental anyway. We talked last weekend, he's been parking here everyday since. I've seen him standing here when our van would pull up. It was his way of saying the car'd be here when we needed her."
"You mean Roy wanted to break us out?"
"Yep," Dick said, then hitting the scan button on the radio, "We need to listen to one of the news channel's to see when they discover we're missing. I'm thinking we have fifteen or twenty minutes. Which should be enough time to get half way to Bludhaven."
"But I wanna hear music. I haven't heard any music for two months. They'll break in when they know we're missing."
"Jack," Dick replied with a grin.
Tim slid down in the seat as the car merged onto Highway Sixty-Four and entered the Gotham-Bludhaven corridor.
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Clark stood on the curb as he watched Jim Gordon's car drive away. He would go to Barbara's later. How had this happened? He knew the answer to that. If he hadn't known Dick Grayson, he would assume based upon the evidence that he was guilty. But he knew Dick Grayson. Had watched him grow from boy into man. He knew what he was and, more importantly, what he wasn't capable of. How could he let this happen? He sighed deeply. He took the cell phone out of his pocket and started to call Lois when he saw Wally, Donna, and Roy walking toward the parking lot. He couldn't help but hear their conversation. It drew him toward them.
"Wally, we need to get them out of jail before they transport them to Blackgate," Roy was saying.
"I think transport will be the time to move," Donna added.
Wally started to speak, but closed his mouth and stared behind Roy. Roy turned and saw Clark moving closer to them. Roy started shaking his head, his anger rising. Roy moved toward Clark, "Don't think you're gonna stop us. We aren't letting them do this to him. So you can just fly away."
Clark's steely gaze fell upon Roy. His own internal conflict turning his stomach. He respected the law. He believed in the law. But the law hadn't worked in this case. Clark also believed in family. And Dick was family. He firmly placed his hand on Roy's shoulder. "I wasn't planning on stopping you. I think it would be better if Wally and I remove them from custody. Once we get them out of custody, they can do the detective work to clear themselves."
Roy stared at Clark. Then, he smiled a wide smile. "Dude, you ain't as bad as I thought. Come on, I've got some items in the car we might need."
As the foursome walked toward the parking lot, Wally's eyes grew wide as they stopped at the empty parking space. "The car. It's gone."
Roy smiled. "There's a bar around the corner from the courthouse. Let's go. I'm buying."
Wally looked incredulously at Roy, "Dude, your car's gone. It's been stolen!"
"We'll find that out when we get back from the bar. We didn't come this way," Roy said.
Donna and Clark looked at Roy, then glanced at each other. Donna gave Clark a knowing wink. He nodded he understood.
"Roy!" Wally started to whine, "Look, dude, you've got an obligation to the rental company. You gotta report this."
Roy draped his arm around Wally's shoulders as he started moving him toward the bar. "I will -- when we get back -- in a few hours."
"But --"
"Shut up Wally," Donna added, "We'll explain it to you at the bar."
"But Donna! Look, this is a crime. If Roy's not going to report it I am!"
"Shut up Wally," Clark added as he took hold of Wally's other arm, "We don't need to know the car's stolen yet."
"Why?" Wally said when he felt the light go on. "Oh. Oh yeah." Wally smiled as they walked toward the bar.
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Dick took the third exit off Highway Sixty-Four into Bludhaven's warehouse district. The news of their escape flooded the airwaves. Reynolds, Jacobs, and Akins were holding press conferences, vowing to find them, to bring them to "justice", assuring the public of their safety.
"Damn. Like we're dangers to society," Tim said as he shook his head.
"We're considered armed and dangerous felons. Desperate men do desperate things. And we're desperate."
"We're also well trained and can handle ourselves."
"Yep," Dick said with a smile as he pulled the car into one of his warehouse lairs. They got out of the car and Tim followed Dick toward the lockers along the side wall. "I've got clothes, money and ID's here. We can get everything we'll need."
"Cool. Who are we gonna be?"
"Robbie and Jack."
"What?" Tim asked, his eyebrow arched.
"Well, think about it. Who in their right mind would use an alias to hide from the law that has a longer rap sheet than the persona their hiding? No one -- but us --no one would think Robbie and Jack are alias'."
Tim smiled, "I guess."
"'Sides," Dick said slipping into Robbie's accent, "we might need to deal with our people to get information."
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Barbara's apartment was eerily silent as Alfred, Leslie and Jim sat there. The telephone started to ring. Three sets of eyes fell on it. Jim finally stood up and moved to pick up the ringing phone. "Hello -- Bullock," he said as he turned to Alfred and Leslie. Alfred had watched until he heard who was on the phone. Then he turned and walked into the kitchen. "She's sleeping. Sedated -- I feel like we're having another wake -- What! When? -- Thanks for the tip."
Jim hung up the phone and quickly moved to the silent television set. They hadn't turned it on because they wanted to avoid the news, but he know now he had to watch.
Leslie watched Jim's movements, which also drew Alfred out of the kitchen.
"Commissioner?" Alfred questioned.
"They've escaped," he replied as he turned on the TV.
Summer Gleason was standing outside the Gotham City Courthouse reporting the breaking news. " -- guilty earlier today. Now Grayson and Drake have escaped custody. Four guards were injured during this escape. The fugitives are considered armed and extremely dangerous. --"
"They're out," Leslie said with a slight smile. "Now we'll know what happened."
"Indeed," Alfred said as he moved to the phone. "I should call Mr. Drake. If he hasn't seen the news, he should be told."
"Escaped?" they heard her groggy voice as she wheeled herself out of her bedroom. "Dick's escaped?"
All eyes fell on Barbara. Her hair was disheveled. She clutched her little Nightwing doll in her arm. Jim moved to his daughter, "Yes Honey, he has."
"I've got to go to the control room. He's going to need me."
Leslie moved closer to Barbara, "You should be asleep from the medication I gave you. You're going to need some help. Dinah will be here soon."
"Dinah as Oracle. Uh-huh," Babs said with a slight giggle as she turned to head to her control room. "Alfred, after you speak to Mr. Drake, can you make me a pot of strong coffee? I'm going to need it. We've got work to do. I've got to contact him."
"I heard that!" Dinah Lance said as she came through the door. "I heard about the escape on the radio. So you haven't heard from them?"
"No. Not yet."
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Dick Grayson was putting the finishing touches on the tattoos that would complete his transformation into Robbie Malone. He looked up and smiled at Jack Malone who was loading the car.
"Make sure ya' get the laptop and the cell phone labeled Robbie's."
"Got them in the car already, bro."
"Cool."
"You gonna call her?"
Dick looked up. His eyes met Tim's. He sighed. "No. No, I'm not. We're not implicating anyone else in what we're doing. Jacobs'll be at Babs with a search warrant looking us before nightfall. He's also probably tapped her phone lines."
"But Oracle can get around any local or fed wiretap."
"I know. But I'm not taking any chances. We're doing this on our own. We only call in the cavalry if we really need them."
"Okay," Tim said, then changing his accent added, "Youse the boss, Robbie."
"Yep. Ready to head back to Gotham?"
"Yep."
"Let's go. We've got a case to solve."
To be continued ...
***AUTHOR'S NOTE***
Those of you who aren't part of the Bludhaven yahoo group aren't going to be familiar with Robbie and Jack Malone. They are Matches "little boys". Jack is Tim's Malone family ID and makes Alvin Draper look like a choir boy. You'll want to check out my Robbie fics when I post them here: "Robbie Malone" and "It Runs in the Family" for the original Malone family fics. There are a few references in here to come to those.
Char
Jim placed his arms around Barbara, trying to quiet her screams as the guards pulled Dick away from her, away from her forever. Jim's heart broke as he watched this scene.
Leslie moved from Alfred's embrace to Barbara and, reached in her medical bag. She pulled out a syringe and injected Barbara's arm. "A sedative, to calm her," she said hoarsely as she looked at Jim Gordon through tear stained eyes. Behind him, she saw Alfred looking after his boys, Clark's strong hands on Alfred's frail shoulders.
Roy held Dinah in his arms not sure who was comforting whom. "This is so wrong," he said. Dinah didn't recognize his tone. She had never heard him sound this way. Dinah nodded her head in agreement.
Jack Drake's hands gripped the rail as he watched his son being pulled to the other side of the courtroom, his eyes never leaving Tim. His vision blurred by his tears. The tightness in his chest was suffocating. He felt Dana's arms wrap around his waist, but it didn't help. He felt so alone.
"Wally," Donna started as tears fell from her eyes, "what are we going to do?"
Wally West pulled Donna to him. "I don't know. I don't know."
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The guards pushed the boys into the conference room and four of them followed Dick and Tim in. They heard the door shut and lock behind the guards.
Tim moved to stand looking out the barred window. Dick moved behind him, "Tim, I --"
"Don'tcha wish, Dick, that this window wasn't barred so we could fly over Gotham one last time."
"Yea, but we don't have our de-cel lines," Dick replied quietly.
"I know," Tim said weakly as he continued to look out the window.
Dick's body flinched for the second time today as he realized what Tim meant. How had he let this happen? How had he let things spiral so far out of control? What could he do now? His mind was reeling. He heard the guards rattling the chains as they laid them out on the table. If they left here now with the guards, they were headed for Blackgate. He was headed for Death Row. Tim would be placed in general population.
General population. Even with Tim's training, he wouldn't be able to protect himself from life in general population long. Dick had to do something. He had to. Bruce had taught him to protect the innocent. Well, he and Tim were the innocent. They had to protect themselves. He grabbed Tim by the shoulders, "Tim, look at me," he said in The Voice.
Tim's head snapped to attention at the tone as Dick continued. "We've been playing a different game. One were we didn't know the rules. It's time we started playing our own game, by our rules."
Tim's eyes grew wide as he realized what Dick meant. As they were called into the middle of the room, Tim caught Dick's hand signals and signaled back. As the guards started to approach, Dick and Tim struck out with lightning speed. As quickly and as quietly as possible, they each took out two guards.
As Dick gently laid the last unconscious guard on the floor, he looked at Tim who still seemed confused. "What now?" Tim asked.
Dick started to stand as he looked over the unconscious guards. He pointed to one and responded, "Strip him Tim and toss the uniform to me." Dick quickly began taking off his own suit. Tim's eyes were wide, but he complied. Dick started putting the uniform on, he had thought the fit was right. As he was doing so, he asked Tim, "You got a T-shirt on under your shirt?"
"Yea," Tim replied.
"Strip down to it and baggy your pants." Dick started rummaging through the other officer's things. A wicked grin formed as he found what he was hoping for. "Here Tim, catch," Dick said as he tossed a pair of dark sunglasses at him. "I need Jack Malone."
Tim grinned as he mussed his hair and cockily put on the shades. He watched as Dick put on the other pair of sunglasses and pulled a pair of handcuffs from his belt. "What're they for?"
"You Malone, you're under arrest," Dick said as he approached and started cuffing the boy's hands behind his back. "We're going to walk right out of this courthouse -- past the cops and past the press."
"Then what?"
"Then we get to the bottom of this."
"Yes!" Tim said as Dick used the guard's keys to open the hall door, no one was near, he took Tim by the arm and very officially began to walk towards the prisoner elevator, using the guard's keys once again to activate it. Dick had been observant of the procedures during these past few weeks. He knew what keys worked what.
On the main level, they walked toward the exit. They saw the hordes of press congested around the door. "Stay calm, Tim,"
"I am calm, already hand cuffed. YOU on the other hand, are a armed and dangerous felon."
"Cute," he whispered as they walked out the door and started down the steps. The press ignored them -- they were waiting for Grayson and Drake to be brought out. The reporters were oblivious to the other officers and prisoners who walked up and down those steps. They heard the reporters talking into their cameras about the trial, the evidence and the verdicts. Tim and Dick didn't look at them, they kept walking and went around the side of a parked transport van.
As the van came between them and the crowds, Dick quickly released Tim's handcuffs and they grabbed the chain link fence and started climbing over. Jumping down on the other side, Dick headed straight for a green Neon that had been parked near the fence every day for the last week. He crouched at the driver's side front tire running his hand under the tire casing. Tim saw him smile as Dick pulled a set of keys out and quickly unlocked the doors. "Get in."
Tim complied and scrambled into the passengers seat. Dick threw the officer's hat into the back seat and sat behind the wheel.
"Do you still know how to drive?" Tim asked in a jocular tone .
"Just like riding a bike," Dick replied as he started the engine. "Now what do I push?" he said with a wicked grin as he pulled away.
"Uh, you realize we just stole a car?" Tim said shaking his head.
"Not really, exactly."
"What'dya mean?" Tim asked as he reached over and cut on the radio. He scanned through the channels until he found music rather than trial updates.
"It's Roy's. His rental anyway. We talked last weekend, he's been parking here everyday since. I've seen him standing here when our van would pull up. It was his way of saying the car'd be here when we needed her."
"You mean Roy wanted to break us out?"
"Yep," Dick said, then hitting the scan button on the radio, "We need to listen to one of the news channel's to see when they discover we're missing. I'm thinking we have fifteen or twenty minutes. Which should be enough time to get half way to Bludhaven."
"But I wanna hear music. I haven't heard any music for two months. They'll break in when they know we're missing."
"Jack," Dick replied with a grin.
Tim slid down in the seat as the car merged onto Highway Sixty-Four and entered the Gotham-Bludhaven corridor.
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Clark stood on the curb as he watched Jim Gordon's car drive away. He would go to Barbara's later. How had this happened? He knew the answer to that. If he hadn't known Dick Grayson, he would assume based upon the evidence that he was guilty. But he knew Dick Grayson. Had watched him grow from boy into man. He knew what he was and, more importantly, what he wasn't capable of. How could he let this happen? He sighed deeply. He took the cell phone out of his pocket and started to call Lois when he saw Wally, Donna, and Roy walking toward the parking lot. He couldn't help but hear their conversation. It drew him toward them.
"Wally, we need to get them out of jail before they transport them to Blackgate," Roy was saying.
"I think transport will be the time to move," Donna added.
Wally started to speak, but closed his mouth and stared behind Roy. Roy turned and saw Clark moving closer to them. Roy started shaking his head, his anger rising. Roy moved toward Clark, "Don't think you're gonna stop us. We aren't letting them do this to him. So you can just fly away."
Clark's steely gaze fell upon Roy. His own internal conflict turning his stomach. He respected the law. He believed in the law. But the law hadn't worked in this case. Clark also believed in family. And Dick was family. He firmly placed his hand on Roy's shoulder. "I wasn't planning on stopping you. I think it would be better if Wally and I remove them from custody. Once we get them out of custody, they can do the detective work to clear themselves."
Roy stared at Clark. Then, he smiled a wide smile. "Dude, you ain't as bad as I thought. Come on, I've got some items in the car we might need."
As the foursome walked toward the parking lot, Wally's eyes grew wide as they stopped at the empty parking space. "The car. It's gone."
Roy smiled. "There's a bar around the corner from the courthouse. Let's go. I'm buying."
Wally looked incredulously at Roy, "Dude, your car's gone. It's been stolen!"
"We'll find that out when we get back from the bar. We didn't come this way," Roy said.
Donna and Clark looked at Roy, then glanced at each other. Donna gave Clark a knowing wink. He nodded he understood.
"Roy!" Wally started to whine, "Look, dude, you've got an obligation to the rental company. You gotta report this."
Roy draped his arm around Wally's shoulders as he started moving him toward the bar. "I will -- when we get back -- in a few hours."
"But --"
"Shut up Wally," Donna added, "We'll explain it to you at the bar."
"But Donna! Look, this is a crime. If Roy's not going to report it I am!"
"Shut up Wally," Clark added as he took hold of Wally's other arm, "We don't need to know the car's stolen yet."
"Why?" Wally said when he felt the light go on. "Oh. Oh yeah." Wally smiled as they walked toward the bar.
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Dick took the third exit off Highway Sixty-Four into Bludhaven's warehouse district. The news of their escape flooded the airwaves. Reynolds, Jacobs, and Akins were holding press conferences, vowing to find them, to bring them to "justice", assuring the public of their safety.
"Damn. Like we're dangers to society," Tim said as he shook his head.
"We're considered armed and dangerous felons. Desperate men do desperate things. And we're desperate."
"We're also well trained and can handle ourselves."
"Yep," Dick said with a smile as he pulled the car into one of his warehouse lairs. They got out of the car and Tim followed Dick toward the lockers along the side wall. "I've got clothes, money and ID's here. We can get everything we'll need."
"Cool. Who are we gonna be?"
"Robbie and Jack."
"What?" Tim asked, his eyebrow arched.
"Well, think about it. Who in their right mind would use an alias to hide from the law that has a longer rap sheet than the persona their hiding? No one -- but us --no one would think Robbie and Jack are alias'."
Tim smiled, "I guess."
"'Sides," Dick said slipping into Robbie's accent, "we might need to deal with our people to get information."
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Barbara's apartment was eerily silent as Alfred, Leslie and Jim sat there. The telephone started to ring. Three sets of eyes fell on it. Jim finally stood up and moved to pick up the ringing phone. "Hello -- Bullock," he said as he turned to Alfred and Leslie. Alfred had watched until he heard who was on the phone. Then he turned and walked into the kitchen. "She's sleeping. Sedated -- I feel like we're having another wake -- What! When? -- Thanks for the tip."
Jim hung up the phone and quickly moved to the silent television set. They hadn't turned it on because they wanted to avoid the news, but he know now he had to watch.
Leslie watched Jim's movements, which also drew Alfred out of the kitchen.
"Commissioner?" Alfred questioned.
"They've escaped," he replied as he turned on the TV.
Summer Gleason was standing outside the Gotham City Courthouse reporting the breaking news. " -- guilty earlier today. Now Grayson and Drake have escaped custody. Four guards were injured during this escape. The fugitives are considered armed and extremely dangerous. --"
"They're out," Leslie said with a slight smile. "Now we'll know what happened."
"Indeed," Alfred said as he moved to the phone. "I should call Mr. Drake. If he hasn't seen the news, he should be told."
"Escaped?" they heard her groggy voice as she wheeled herself out of her bedroom. "Dick's escaped?"
All eyes fell on Barbara. Her hair was disheveled. She clutched her little Nightwing doll in her arm. Jim moved to his daughter, "Yes Honey, he has."
"I've got to go to the control room. He's going to need me."
Leslie moved closer to Barbara, "You should be asleep from the medication I gave you. You're going to need some help. Dinah will be here soon."
"Dinah as Oracle. Uh-huh," Babs said with a slight giggle as she turned to head to her control room. "Alfred, after you speak to Mr. Drake, can you make me a pot of strong coffee? I'm going to need it. We've got work to do. I've got to contact him."
"I heard that!" Dinah Lance said as she came through the door. "I heard about the escape on the radio. So you haven't heard from them?"
"No. Not yet."
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Dick Grayson was putting the finishing touches on the tattoos that would complete his transformation into Robbie Malone. He looked up and smiled at Jack Malone who was loading the car.
"Make sure ya' get the laptop and the cell phone labeled Robbie's."
"Got them in the car already, bro."
"Cool."
"You gonna call her?"
Dick looked up. His eyes met Tim's. He sighed. "No. No, I'm not. We're not implicating anyone else in what we're doing. Jacobs'll be at Babs with a search warrant looking us before nightfall. He's also probably tapped her phone lines."
"But Oracle can get around any local or fed wiretap."
"I know. But I'm not taking any chances. We're doing this on our own. We only call in the cavalry if we really need them."
"Okay," Tim said, then changing his accent added, "Youse the boss, Robbie."
"Yep. Ready to head back to Gotham?"
"Yep."
"Let's go. We've got a case to solve."
To be continued ...
***AUTHOR'S NOTE***
Those of you who aren't part of the Bludhaven yahoo group aren't going to be familiar with Robbie and Jack Malone. They are Matches "little boys". Jack is Tim's Malone family ID and makes Alvin Draper look like a choir boy. You'll want to check out my Robbie fics when I post them here: "Robbie Malone" and "It Runs in the Family" for the original Malone family fics. There are a few references in here to come to those.
Char
