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Chapter Eight (Abduction):
Tim Drake sighed as the whistle blew. Gym class. Normally he would've welcomed physical activity, but this was school, he had to hold back. At night, he was the Boy Wonder, at school, just another wimp that the upperclassmen could push around. He stepped up to the mat. Wrestling a crook down was fun. Wrestling a teenager was scary, especially one you hated. You had to be careful with your strength. He got into a ready position and the whistle blew.
Tim's senses heightened as he looked his opponent's fat ugly face form into a grimace. They circled, sizing each other up. Compared to Brad, Tim Drake was a toothpick with a blunt end. Brad pounced, getting a hold of Tim. All at once, Tim's reflexes kicked in. He wriggled out of his grip, as he crouched. He then dived forward, shoulder tackling Brad. In an instant, he realized what he had done. He loosened his grip and feigned amazement as Brad relinquished his grip entirely and got on top of him. When Tim thought that he had to only wait a few seconds until the match was over, he was wrong. Brad started to punch him continually, "No one takes me down, you little bastard. I'll show you what I do to toothpicks like you." Tim's arms were pinned by Brad's knees. All he knew was he couldn't take the beating for long. He kicked his legs up, knocking Brad flying forward, away from Tim and out of the ring. The whistle blew long before, however, for punching was illegal and against school rules.
"Mr. Parker!" The Coach said, "Come with me to the Principal's Office." The two walked off hurriedly.
Tim sighed. He would get a telling off later by Bruce. Of course he knew better. He should've had to control his own strength without effort. He hadn't failed to do so since the beginning of training. He walked to the showers with a shiny bruise on his cheek. He was in for it now.
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Nightwing undressed fuming. Jason was such an idiot! He trusted him, and Jason had the nerve to do this! Bruce raised him! So what if he didn't have answers! So what if he was misunderstood! So is every fucking kid within a thousand miles away. The only problem is, they learn to deal with it.
Dick sighed as he took off the mask. Now that he thought about it, Jason was really different from he and Tim. He gave in to the bad guys too easy. The hate for Batman outweighed the good. He dived into the covers of his bed. He'd sleep on it. He made sure to lock all his windows. No need for surprises. As soon as he relaxed his tensed muscles, he fell into a deep sleep.
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Bruce walked our of the Bell Tower with a smile on his face. He was not in any way happy, but it was all for his front. He told Barbara of what Nightwing and he experienced with Jason. They decided to hide it from Tim, too, since he was most vulnerable to what Jason had to say. Of course, she was outraged that she wasn't informed earlier. After all, she was Jason's surrogate sister.
"I can't believe you guys," Barbara had ranted, "Hadn't I proven myself effective despite my situation?" Situation meant that she was paralyzed from waist down. "Or do you think I can't handle it?" She had raged, "Quit trying to protect me, both of you! I'm a big girl now!" It was a situation that neither Nightwing or Batman could handle. Women was not their specialty. Well, not Barbara anyway.
He closed the door on his car and drove off to Wayne Manor, where he would be patrolling the skies again an hour later.
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While Bruce Wayne continued to drive, it had grown dark. Tim Drake walked into his dormitory, telling his alcoholic room mate that he would hit the covers as he was tired. A caped figure emerged from Tim's window, with a flash of green and red here and there. Robin patrolled the streets, as he always did when he was tense. It was dark enough now. An distant scream woke him from his daydream. He jerked his head toward to the right where the noise had come from.
"Wassa matter, lady?" A low voice laughed, "Don't you know how to? Take it like a woman, bitch!" He smacked her down to the ground. "This won't take long."
It was then that Robin decided to intervene. He dived forward, off the ledge of his cover, "You're right. It won't take long... to kick your asses anyway. Leave the woman alone.
"Stay out of this, birdie!" His comrade said. "No one messes with the Wildcat Gang."
"Wildcat, huh? Original. I know a prep school football team named after them." Robin smiled cherishing the grimace the other guy wore into a look of pure anger.
"You better watch it, punk. There are three of us, and one of you. Besides you're just a little kid! You expect to take us on your own?" The three of them laughed.
"Yeah, that's the general idea." Robin commented.
"Get 'im!" The leader said, who was the one that previously talked to the girl, who was now cowering in a corner.
The big one to the right took our a switchblade. He slashed at Robin, who ducked, grab his wrist, broke the wrist, and kicked him in the shins. He then proceeded to leap forward and knee his adversary in the stomach. The big guy flew backwards. This was definitely easier than wrestling Brad.
The smaller guy was spooked now. "Hey! N-No one t-takes out Big D!" He stuttered. He took our a pistol and fired at Robin. Using his evasive reflexes he dived to the side, hugging the shadows of the alley, where the streetlights dare not touch. Robin crept silently towards the guy with the gun. The leader was now watching for any sign of him, while the other gang member shot blindly.
"Quit shooting, you asshole! You'll attract the cops!" The leader ordered. "Give me a kiss, sweetheart..." He leaned forward to kiss the girl, but the girl in the corner managed to bring his foot up nailing him in the unmentionables.
"What?" The guy stopped shooting to look at his leader. Mistake number one, and last. Robin leaped out of the shadows and kicked the guy in the chest. The man staggered backwards as he gripped on a rusty ladder that was the fire escape. "Why you little--"
Unfortunately, he didn't get to finish his sentence, as he was uppercutted painfully and flew upwards, only to come crashing down with a loud crack. Robin turned, who noticed the leader already up heading to the girl who tried to run, his eyes were blazing with fury. He had not noticed that Robin was there. He brought his arm back for a smack, but Robin grabbed it, twisted, broke his wrist, and hit a spot in the back of the guy's neck, knocking him out cold.
He turned around, "You oka--" A dart punctured his shoulder. "Wha-aarrgghhh?" His face went numb. He stared at the woman but hit vision blurred. He tried to run away, but his knees collapsed. The only noise that he could make was a slight groan.
"Hey, birdie." An obnoxious high voice greeted. "Didja miss Auntie Harley?" She laughed mockingly. "Well, I sure missed you." She pulled back her hand and jerked it forward, making contact between Robin's eyes. Unconsciousness was immediate.