AN) …sorry? I've been rather busy with basketball and musical. I got a pretty be part, only freshman not in the chorus. I've also been writing a script again, I think I have a good chance of winning. So…I Finally had some free time and wanted to dish out something. Enjoy!

Conner leaned apprehensively against the Bio-ship wall, watching his teammates in silence. Red Robin had zeta-ed in from Jump City immediately, he and Nightwing arriving at the Cave.

"Is there a mission?" Jaime asked excitedly, the younger team practically bouncing with anticipation.

"Yes but not for you." They seemed to deflate, La'gaan puffing his chest in anger.

"Why not? We're just as much members of this team as they are." He gestured to the originals.

"There is no doubt that you aren't, but this mission is ours." Red Robin looked eyes with Wally. The ginger raising an eyebrow. "It's him."

Wally's face had melted, eyes widening and a smile creeping on his face. "Y-You're serious?" A short nodded, broke him. "You're not kidding? You found him?" He was shaking, Artemis wrapping her hand around his. "You found my Bucky?"

"We found him Wally." Red Robin smiled slightly. He was swept off his feet by the blur of red and yellow. Kaldur was totally out of character, screaming 'yes' at the top of his lungs as he jumping around in circles and punching the air.

Conner jumped as Megan threw her arms around him, Conner holding her instinctively. They…they found his brother. He squeezed Megan tightly, smiling into her hair.

"Enough." Nightwing groaned. "We cannot waste any more time. Red Bat is in danger." They quieted down. "Richard is been assigned to kill him."

"Who's gonna do what to who?" Garfield asked, as Bart shouted.

"You got to stop him!"

"We will Bart," Kaldur placed a hand on his shoulder, his composure regained, "we will take care of Richard." The younger hero nodded.

"No time for talk." Conner let his arm drop off Miss Martian. "Bio-ship now."

The bat spun, letting his cape flash out and stormed from the main room. Wally raced after him, sweeping Artemis up with him.

"What about us?" Cassie asked.

"Stay here." Megan smiled slightly. "Be good."

Breakline

"Stay here?" La'gaan yelled, throwing his hands around wildly. "Be good?"

Bart's eyes danced toward him, almost rolling at his behavior. He was…excited. RICHARD GRAYSON! HE WAS GOING TO MEET RICHARD GRAYSON! He was mentally screaming…he was going to see—with his own eyes—the legend that almost saved the human race.

For all of the excitement he had, he was terrified. His idols story wasn't a happy one. He had been held hostage by a mercenary. For a while—Bart hated to think of it—but he had been a villain. But he had changed, he was a hero! Bart was scared to find out what he went through, because it probably wasn't pretty.

"Hey, hermano—you okay?" Jaime asked, nudging him slightly.

"Wha—yeah. I'm totally crash." He smiled.

"You are a terribly liar." He shook his head. "Spill."

"I'm just a little nervous for Wally, that's all."

Jaime looked suspicious, but didn't press any further. Gar looked at him, a knowing look.

"They're treating us like children!"

"La'gaan clam down." Cassie sighed. "So we're not on one mission…big deal."

"This is a personal mission for them." He was surprised to find himself speaking. "A vendetta, just for them. So shut up."

There was a stiff silence, Bart pulsing in anger. He stood, actually walking for once in his life.

"Where you going?" Beast Boy asked.

"Out."

"I find that answer vague and unconvincing." Jaime snorted at his friends joke. He figured Bart knew something they didn't—being from the future and all—and needed some time alone.

Breakline

Terry had been fighting the urge to scream after he heard Damian's plan. The plan: wait around for the assassin and stop him then. Terry trusted his brothers with his life—but it was a little nerve wrecking to have to sit around until someone came to kill you.

He had been shadowed all day, on the off chance Slade had Dickie take a move before nightfall. Megan shape-shifted into a secretary during the meeting, Kaldur had followed him to the café, Wally had posed as a bell hop. And of course Tim and Dami were in the shadows all day.

He sat behind the desk in the office he had been given during his stay, time-zones still screwing with him. It was almost eleven, Terry rubbed his eyes slightly. He was used to late nights but jet lag stank.

The team was outside, on the roof. The ship in camo mode. His ears caught the sound. It was slight, something in the vents.

"Like Jason…" He mused sadly, tensing with pen in hand. Heart pounding like a drum, this would be the first time in five years he had seen the kid. And he would be holding a gun. Not the way he wanted them to be reunited.

Terry had wanted there to be smiles and hugs, Dick to fall in their arms—to go home save to Hal and Carol. He didn't want to fight him—Dick must be so scared. He had to have gone through so much…why wasn't he here yet? He was in the vents—what was he waiting for?

Breakline

He wanted it over. He wanted to open his eyes and have the job done—he couldn't do it. He wanted to say so…but the guy was right below him and it would blow his cover.

Richard gulped in air, tightening his grip on his sword. He wished Master would just let him use the gun…close contact with the victim was terrible. Now or never.

He kicked down, letting himself fall to the ground. Landing in a crouched position, the man in front of him leaping from his desk.

"Who…who are you?" He stuttered, eyes wide. Richard scowled, standing upright. "What do you want?"

"Nothing personally, but someone with a checkbook bigger than mine wants your head." He smirked. The man paused, sometimes Richard knew how they were, but sometimes it made it easier to not know.

"C-checkbook? I can promise you mine might be a little bigger." And of course he started to reach for it in his desk. The bribes always came.

"Doubt it." He drew the blade, the man stumbling back. "Please, I'm tired and it's going to happen eventually." He stepped closer, knowing he wouldn't put up much of a fight. Not one he couldn't beat anyway.

He wasn't prepared for the doors to burst open. He cursed mentally, not wanting to deal with security guards. This was worse.

Bright red and yellow, blue and green and black. Richard was the one to back up. No…not them…not now. His hands wrapped around his weapon tighter.

"Dickie?" Kid Flash stepped forward. "Hey man, can you give me the sword? Please kiddo?" Did he think he didn't know? That they were friends?

"Stay away from me." He snarled, pointing the blade at him. Hands held up, Kid Flash moved closer.

"I know you are scared Guppy," the Atlantian spoke, "but we are not going to hurt you. Please, we will help you."

"I don't need your help. I need him dead." Richard moved the blade toward the target. The business man looking to the heroes for help.

"Dickie, give me the sword. You're not going to get in trouble for what you've done I promise. It wasn't you Buck…it was Sl—"

"Don't speak an ill word about my master!" He cried, drawing the sword closer. The team had a confused look for half a second—his accent changed. "Speak one word against him and your blood won't bother me!"

"Dick, you need to put that down." The archer commanded, she removed her quiver setting her bow next to it by her feet. Her mistake. "Look, I'm putting mine down—we're just going to talk, like family."

"I'm not your family…you duffer." He scoffed. "Not after what you did to me!" He froze, a pull on his mind—immediately his eyes snapped on the Martian. "Get. Out." He snarled. The clone turning on her.

"You'll fry his mind!"

"No I wasn't!" She snapped, the feeling leaving him. "I was trying to get rid of whatever happened to him."

"More like do it again. You're not brainwashing me!" Kid Flash moved toward him. "You're not going to get me—stay back!"

Wally froze at the anger, his masked eyes were slatted, pure rage on him. He sighed, Nightwing in the window he was backing towards.

Richard sprung back, trapped. Hail fricken Hydra. The Gotham bats…darn. The second oldest whipped out and tried to grab his sword, but Richard's reflexes were faster. His foot rocketed against the gloved wrists, a hiss of pain bringing him little satisfaction.

Richard hadn't wanted to do this, he wanted to prove he could handle anything unexpected. But Gotham was too much. He activated the comm.

"Sir, several heroes on site. I'm overpower—"It was gone, his turn to grab his wrist in pain.

"Sorry." Nightwing smirked. Richard wanted to scream. This wasn't real. No, he would wake up and go on the mission—with no heroes. He didn't feel safe. He always felt safe under Master's orders, but this wasn't good.

Someone was behind him, he jumped—wrapping legs around a neck and throwing them to the ground. Something pricked him—as the body fell before him. The bird dude…Richard knew his name—why couldn't he remember?

His sword fell, hands flying to his head. It was cloudy, like his pills. But this wasn't good. This wasn't Master's orders. N-No… no!

Hands were reaching toward him, he struck them away. "Get a-away!" He attacked wildly, his limbs not responding the way he wanted them too. Arms tightened him to a chest.

"Breathe Dickie, it's me…its Steve."

"G-Get off…" He gulped, the rare tears he had squeezing out. "…way from m-me."

Wally watched him go limp, struggling and trying to shout. What had Slade done to him? This wasn't his Dickie. Dick would've run to them, he would've beamed when Kaldur called his Guppy, he had brought Guggy and left him in the Bio-ship.

He figured things had happened, but not this. What…what chip was in him? What was keeping his brother from him?

"Get him on the ship." The bait pulled his sleeves down, Terry looking forlornly at the boy in the speedster's arms.

Wally nodded, Artemis stopped playing with his black hair. They needed to get Dick to the Cave, to the League. Maybe seeing Hal would snap him out of whatever he was in.

Breakline

He had been set down in the back, strapped down. He wasn't right in the mind, Megan wanted to help him. How could Conner think that? It was Dick! She would never hurt her little brother, never!

The control panel felt right under her hands, the presence of the Gotham heroes did not. They were…uncommon, usually bothering with their own city. The only thing they had in common with the team was Dick. But even he was…gone.

Slade had done something to take away her brother, not only physically, mentally. She couldn't believe he could do that, she would make him regret it.

Kaldur did the honors. He put up a call screen. "Bio-ship to Watchtower." He waited, as Aquaman appeared.

"I wasn't expecting this."

"We have found Richard." The smile he had couldn't be contained, it broke out. "My king, Guppy is really here."

"That…is amazing news. I will contact the rest of the League at once. Is he well?"

Kaldur hesitated. "We did him no harm, but Slade has."

"As well as he can be then." Kal nodded. "I am excited to see him." Both nodded a farewell, call ending. Allowing Kaldur to let out a loud shout of joy.

"Why are you so happy? There's something wrong with him?" Conner growled.

"But he is with us again. We may help him."

"He's right." Red Robin shrugged. "What would we expect, but now—we can do something about it. One step closer to fully saving him."

It was quiet, Wally staring at his little brother. Bucky was home.

AN) What comes next? He's been freed! This is going to be a bumpy ride, this a lot of drama. Bart's going to meet his idol, Hal's going to have to deal, Dick's going to be very confused and everyone might need therapy after hosting a rather sarcastic assassin.