Batman was perched atop a broken street light, his cape hanging down covering where the light would be, he was looking down at the deserted street. It was dark and eerily quiet, like the calm before the storm. Batman, along with Robin and Nightwing had been tracking down a drug ring. The drug's name was Natryik. It made the user feel no pain, they felt invincible, and used it to defy the odds, and attempt feats they would not normally attempt. This dangerous drug was not only filling hospital beds, but the morgue as well, proving it could be deadly as well. Thomas found himself spending day and night working this case. During the day he was putting his medicals skills to the test as he spent many vain attempts to help the victims, then at night he was working the streets in an attempt to find the supplier of the drug.

Robin on the building across the way watching in the other direction. He held a pair of binoculars to his eyes. He was still, if anyone where to look up right now, they would not notice him.

"Talk to me Nightwing, you said this is where they were headed." Batman pressed the communicator button in his towel's ear piece.

"They are two blocks away." Nightwing reported as he changed angles of the traffic cameras. Alfred was standing over the boy's shoulder keeping an eye on the situation as well, after all the boy was still in training.

"I have eyes on them!" Robin broke into the conversation. "They are stopping! I'm going after them now!"

"They are distributing the drugs from their van NOW!" Nightwing's voice interwound with Robin's.

"Robin no!" Batman snapped.

"Damn, they changed their distribution location!" Batman growled.

"I already told you that!" Robin snapped back

"I'm sorry!" Nightwing called frustrated with himself for not catching it sooner.

"Just keep you eyes on them! Robin let's go!"

"I'm already there."

"Alfred I messed up..." Dick grumbled.

"Master Richard it's okay. You are still learning, you did notice it, and at the same time as Robin I would like to point out. You need to give yourself more credit, you are only eight, and have been doing this for only about a month." Alfred placed a hand on Dick's shoulder. "Now buck up, you have a job to do."

Robin was the first one on scene, and when he arrived he saw a red van with peeling paint, the paint color under neath was blue, the back van windows were heavily tinted. The line of hopeful recipients was already almost two dozen people long.

Batman quickly joined Robin and jumped and pushed past the people attempting to get the drug. The Dark Knight easily made his way past the crowd and apprehended the dealer.

The Teen Wonder was trying to rip the drugs from the hands of people who had already received them.

A message popped up on Nightwing's screen, "Batman!" he called while still trying to keep an eye on Robin.

"What is it?" Batman asked, before slamming a dealer against the van. The man had olive tone skin, and a black bandana that concealed any hair that he had. He wore a tight black shirt, it was short sleeved, showing his hands and arms were covered in tattoos, he even had tattoos on his neck.

Robin was in over his head, people where attempting to reclaim the drug from the Teen Wonder. He knew he had to be carful since some of them could have already taken a dose. As he held off about three druggies, all of whom where well taller than himself, he watched horror as someone who took the pill before he could get to them walked into traffic. "NO!" Robin called shoving the bags that contained the pills into his utility belt.

Nightwing watched the street camera footage as Robin chased after the girl. "I found a message from someone's Twitter—ROBIN!"

Sirens and blue and red lights were grew closer. "How many were distributed!" Batman demand, but hearing Nightwing's shouts caused him to turn his attention to the Teen Wonder, who was laying in the middle of the road. "Take him!" he growled shoving the dealer to the officer who had just stepped out of his squad car, as he ran to aid his side kick, forgetting that Nightwing had new information.

When Batman got to Robin the teen was already sitting up holding right arm to his chest, blood dripping down from under his dark hair, just above his right ear.

"Agent A, prepare the med bay." Batman said as he knelt down to check on Robin.

"Yes sir," the butler responded, before turning around to do as he was told.

"I'm okay," Robin groaned. "We need to go after them!" He tried to stand up, but wobbled instead.

"No, the police can take over. You're injured."

"There's another location!" Nightwing called urgently.

"Where's the girl?" Robin looked around still holding his shoulder.

"Safe the paramedics are with her now. You saved her." Batman told Robin.

"Good..." Robin moaned before passing out.

"Nightwing, pass the information to the police." Batman caught his son and easily picked him up and carried him to the Batmobile.

Alfred and Dick were waiting for Batman and Robin to come back. Dick was nervously chewing on his lip, he felt that if he had better information Bruce would not have gotten injured.

"If you are hungry Master Richard I can get you a sandwich." Alfred said noting Dick's nervous behavior.

Nightwing didn't even realize he was doing it until it was pointed out, so he stopped and instead started to fiddle with his fingers.

The quiet hum of the Batmobile could be heard approaching the area it was kept. Alfred went to join Batman, while Dick stayed by the med bay, he was relieved to see Robin walking, well limping from the vehicle, he must have woken up on the ride home.

"Considering you got hit by a car, you do not look bad Master Bruce," Alfred informed the teen.

Bruce sighed, "see I knew I was fine! Just patch me up and we can go back out. Nightwing where is the second location?"

"Don't you dare tell him," Batman snapped as he pointed to Nightwing and gave him a deadly glare. "Robin you can hardly walk, your dislocated your shoulder, you have a laceration to your head, and that's just from looking at you without an examination, you would be more of a hinderance than a help, I am going to second location, alone, Dick send the information to the Batmobile."

"On it!" Dick pulled out his phone and sent the required information before going back to the computer. "the police are still on scene, they are having trouble locating the second dealer."

"Thank you," and with flourish of his cape Batman was gone.

Robin was sitting on a bed in the medical bay while Alfred stitched close the cut that was present on the side of his head.

"Finish quickly, I want to go back out to help Batman." Robin huffed.

"I am afraid that is not possible. You have a dislocated shoulder, I am sure your knee is in bad shape, I cannot condone walking on it at this time."

Bruce sighed, laid back onto the pillow while holding onto his arm, "fine— OW!" Robin snapped as Alfred lightly touched the teen's arm.

"In addition to the dislocated shoulder it appears you have broken or fractured your arm. I need to get some x-rays. You right knee is also heavily swollen, it could be sprained as well. All things considering you are lucky, sir."

"*tt*Yeah real lucky." Bruce was going to say more, but when he turned his head he could not help but to looked over at Dick, sitting in his wheelchair in front of the computer he was talking with Batman about the rest of the mission. After this incident Robin knew he would be able to join his father again, yet he still felt a twinge of jealousy that Nightwing was still helping.

"Let's get this shoulder back in place first," that was the only warning he gave before expertly setting back in place while Robin was distracted.

Bruce grunted, "Warn me next time."

"I did sir." Alfred smiled knowingly.

Bruce huffed, slipped down off the bed and went to where the small X-ray machine was located, all while still holding his arm, and limping heavily.

Batman was a now at the second distribution location, the docks. How Nightwing was even able to find this location impressed the Dark Knight. Because the docks lacked security cameras Nightwing was using the camera in Batman's cowl to see what he was seeing. The police where already there.

When Nightwing first informed them of the location he was not able to pinpoint the building, so they were now working alongside Batman looking around trying to canvas the wear houses, boats, and strange lockers that occupied the docks.

"Nightwing, have you figured out which building they are in?"

"Should be the one right in front of you." Nightwing was looking at what Batman was seeing side by side with a map of the docks. "From the blueprints I pulled up from the city, it's one large room, there is an upper level but it's a ten foot, uh," he struggled to find the word he was looking for, "the second level in open in the center."

Batman didn't reply, he only slowly made his way forward, he found a window that was broken and he was just about able to see inside. "You got the right location."

"There is another door on the west side of the building."

In the short month Nightwing had been working with them, he had become quite skilled in anticipating the needs of both Batman and Robin, some times it took a little longer than others, but Nightwing was working on his speed. The eight-year-old was quick learner, and very smart for his age. Alfred was doing an exceptional job training him.

As Batman was about to pass a heavily oxidized window a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties came crashing through the window and ran.

"Go after him!" A near by officer shouted to Batman as the nearby officers prepared to enter the wear house.

Batman turned and ran ofter the young man, but by the time he got to him the high on Natryik man jumped into Gotham harbor with out a second thought, taking off his cape the Caped Crusader jumped in behind him.

Nightwing found himself holding his breath as he watched the event unfold before him, he felt like he was there. He watched as the shoreline disappeared into the water, he could see Batman's gloved hands treading water as he quickly swam to the young man who was attempting to swim away. The suddenly the man tried to breathe under water, water filled his mouth, that was when Batman got him.

Nightwing realized he was still holding his breathe when Batman surfaced with while holding the young man who as soon as his head was above water he coughed out the salty liquid and attempted to break free. Batman brought the man to the shore where paramedics where waiting.

"You okay?" Nightwing asked, his voice slightly breathless.

Batman listened to the little voice in his head, he forgot that Dick was viewing what he was. He was going to have to inform the boy next time to cut the feed (or he would have to do it himself) so he would not have to witness an event like this, he was not ready. "Yes, I am. Once I speak with the police I will be back. You can go offline now, but before you go, how is Robin?"

"It was what you said, but he's okay. Agent A sent him to bed."

"Thank you Nightwing, head to bed yourself, you have been a great help today."

Dick was swinging on the trapeze, he was high in the sky, outside in the fresh air. It was a clear, crisp day, his parents were watching him, smiling at him, from the platform.

He let go of the bar he was on and caught onto the next one. He flipped himself around so now he was sitting on the bar, using it like a swing. He smiled widely looking at his parents before flipping himself again, this time he was was holding onto the bar with this knees, he swung forward, his eyes focused on the bar, but once he released and went to take hold of the bar, it vanished. He tried to hold on any, but nothing was there.

"NO! Mom! Dad! HELP!" Dick cried out trying to reach for them, but neither one moved, their faces became blurred.

He could feeling himself falling, it felt like he was falling forever, then he could see the ground come rushing upon him, he readied himself for impact, but instead of hitting the hard floor, like he was expecting, he crash landed in water. after surfacing he breathed out a sigh of relief. He tried to stand up, but his toes just skimming the ground, despite the water being just over waist deep.

"No! Someone help!" Dick cried out as the water poured down like heavy rain. "Stop! Help!"

Thomas was woken up with a start by the sound of screaming, he could hardly hear it, so he knew it was Dick. The billionaire jumped from his bed and ran down the stairs three at a time. He felt like he had just fallen asleep, and he was right, he had only been sleeping for an hour. Once down on the main level Thomas made his way to Dick's room.

"Master Richard, it's only a dream," Thomas heard the butler talking to Dick.

When Thomas entered the room he could see Dick's bangs plastered to his forehead by sweat. He joined the butler by the sleeping boy.

"He won't wake up more me," Alfred told the younger man who just entered.

"He will," Thomas placed his hand on the child's forehead. "Dick, wake up." Thomas kept his voice gentle as well.

The water rushed to Dick's chin he took a deep breath right before the liquid covered his head, he tried to swim up, but the surface never came closer. His lungs started to hurt, he could no longer hold his breath. His body forced his mouth open in attempt to bring oxygen into them, but instead air they filled with water. Dick found himself gasping for air as he kept trying to swim.

Thomas and Alfred were alarmed when Dick started to trashing around and gasp for air. Thomas removed the pillow form under the boy's head. "Dick, you need to breathe, two in and four out, wake up kiddo." Even with his medical degree, and other training, Thomas didn't know what was going on, if it was a form of sleep apnea or a similar reason he already would have woken up or it could not even been related to the sleep, he could legitimately having difficulty breathing. "Alfred, my stethoscope in is my top desk—"

"I will get it sir," Alfred rushed out.

After struggling to to swim and breathe Dick felt his body go limp, even under water he could feel himself starting to cry as he took one last breath, he saw his parents smiling at him with their hands outstretched. He tried to reach out for them, but everything went black.

Thomas was holding Dick's hand, to show him he was there. Then the doctor felt his heart drop, when he saw the boy's chest was no longer rising and falling, he was not breathing.

"Dick!" The doctor interlocked his fingers he was getting ready to start CPR, but to his relief the boy gasped for air and his flew eyes opened, sat up and he started to cry.

"Mom…*gasp*…Dad…" Dick whimpered.

"Master Thomas," Alfred came over with the stethoscope.

"It's okay, you're safe," Thomas sat down on the edge of the bed and brought the Dick into a light hug. As the boy was still having hard time controlling his breathing, "two breaths in, four breaths out," The doctor coached.

Dick didn't fight what he was told, even though he was scared and didn't know what was going on, he trusted Thomas. Finally Dick could feel himself breathing better. "It was…so real…" he buried his face in Thomas's chest.

"It will be okay, it was only a dream, you are safe now." Thomas told him soothingly rubbing the boy's back.

"Is there anything else you need sir?" Alfred asked.

"No, thank you Alfred." Thomas put the ear pieces of the stethoscope in place so that he could listen to Dick's lungs.

The butler gave a small nod and left the room.

"I'm sorry…I'm okay…" Dick sniffled.

"Call it the doctor in me, I like to be sure. Take a deep breath in for me."

Dick did was he was told, "it was so real…"

"Dreams can be like that, but remember in the end that is what they are, dreams. They cannot harm you."

"I couldn't breathe…" his voice wavered.

"You don't have to talk about it," Thomas gave Dick a half smile seeing how upset he was getting, as well as physically hearing the boy's heart speed up.

He nodded, he didn't want to talk about it anyway, "Can you stay?"

"Of course." Thomas said not getting up from the bed.

Once the boy was asleep he slipped off to his own bed, not before checking in on Bruce, leaving Thomas to wonder if it was a wise idea allowing the boys to part of his crusade, even if Bruce agreed to it from the beginning. Was he too blinded by grief to see it was a terrible idea to bring his son along with him, and now his even younger ward? Both boys witnessed murder and death before they started on this missions, did that cloud his mind on the two boy's ability to handle situations like tonight?

A/N: Okay! So you finally get to see Batman and Robin (with Nightwing) in action! And now they have mystery on their hands!

So my lovely readers, I would love it if you drop me a review to know what you think! (or even if you have an idea! I love hearing ideas! Classically in the past I have gotten good plot ideas that turned out amazing!)

I have a couple more chapters planned out, and even more ideas, so I'm going a way anytime soon