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He picked up the crinkled old picture from the nightstand; large blue eyes stared back at him through a mop of messy black hair and a silly grin. On the back of the photo was the date and 'Dawson age three' written in ink. Setting the picture back down, Logan let out a shaky sigh and sat down on the edge of his bed. He hated to admit it to himself, but he missed the little kid Dawson had once been. When he looked at that picture, he saw an innocent and happy little boy. But when he looked at Dawson now… His eyes had hardened into a cold dark blue, and he had taken on a great amount of both Logan and Bruce's personality.
"I screwed up big time." He grumbled running a hand through his hair, a gust of wind burst through his now open windows, "Pick that up in Gotham?" He asked without even looking up.
There was a chilling silence and then a soft sigh, "I'm just here to say goodbye."
Logan climbed to his feet, "I'm not goin' ta stop ya," He turned eyeing his son warily, "Just remember ya got a home here no matter what stupid thing yer gonna do in Gotham."
Dawson scowled, "Right." He grumbled disappearing back out the window.
'Where did all the time go?' Logan wondered faintly as he watched the curtains catch a breeze and billow out into the room.
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"Look it the rookie." The thief sniggered elbowing his friend who had gotten away with shooting a cop a week earlier.
The murderer looked up from his stack of cash and scowled eyeing the man, "What's wit' da ninja spiel?" He glanced over the man; he was indeed wearing a ninja outfit complete with mask covering his nose and mouth and slipper-like shoes.
"Give me yer cash." A muffled deep voice echoed throughout the dark alleyway from the ninja.
The thief and murderer exchanged looks before the murderer stood up pulling a gun from his belt, "What ch'you say boy?" He growled aiming the gun at the man dressed in black.
"You heard me." The ninja sneered not even flinching at the sight of the gun.
The murderer squeezed the trigger firing the gun; his jaw dropped when the ninja stood his ground and seemed apparently unharmed. He fired several more times then screamed like a girl when the gun ran out of bullets and the ninja was still standing.
"This don' look so good, Mick." The thief babbled his eyes wide and unblinking.
The murderer dropped the gun shaking, "I-I shot 'im in the head!!"
The ninja scowled, "I'm gonna ask one more time-"
"Take it!" The murderer squealed handing over the bag of cash he and the thief had stolen earlier, "Take it and leave us alone!"
The ninja grabbed the bag and vanished back into the shadows without a sound. The murderer glanced over at the thief shakily, "I would've rather dealt wit' da Bat!"
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A little white light blipped onto the computer screen and slowly began to move along the light blue lines crisscrossing the screen. Nightwing watched the light blink to a stop before he stood and ran up the concrete steps to the upper levels of the mansion. It was late, almost 3 A.M and Bruce was up with a sick Blake. Virginia had run out to the store to get some medicine seeing as Alfred was on a requested vacation with a Ms. Leslie.
Bruce ran a hand through Blake's sweat soaked bangs before pressing a cold washcloth to his feverish forehead.
"How's he doing?" Nightwing asked walking into the living room.
Bruce stood up keeping his eyes on Blake, "The fever's going down," He turned to Nightwing his eyes narrowing slightly, "Shouldn't you be out on patrol?"
Nightwing nodded, "I think I found Dawson." He said slowly watching Bruce's reaction closely.
"Then what are you waiting around here for?" Bruce growled kneeling back down next to Blake as he began to cough and wheeze.
Blake whimpered leaning back against the couch pillow, "Tell Dawson to come home." He rasped then swallowed thickly as another bout of coughs racked his body.
Nightwing nodded to the boy, "I'll bring him home." He looked to Bruce then walked out of the room.
Bruce sighed running a hand through his hair, he knew Dick would try to get Dawson to come back home… He looked down at Blake as he fell asleep, he was almost certain that Dawson wouldn't come home willingly. Bruce stood up and wandered over to the Lazy-boy on the other side of the room. He flopped down with a sigh and leaned his head back, 'I should be the one out there getting Dawson…' He thought.
The front door opened and shut, he lifted his head and stood up as Virginia entered the room with a bottle of cold medicine in hand.
"Nightwing found Dawson. He's out to bring him back."
Virginia stared at her husband, her eyes slowly shut as she turned bowing her head, "Go." She whispered opening her eyes; she knelt down next to Blake as Bruce left the room brusquely, "Be careful." She breathed knowing he hadn't heard her.
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