Dick was wheeling himself alongside Tim as they headed down the hallway, school was done for the day. They received the news of the school's science fair in their first period science class, yesterday, it was now the end of the day the second day and they continued to think of projects.

"We can do a project on gallium," Dick suggested, yet another idea.

"Later in the year, we have to study an element let's save that for then no one will think of gallium."

"You memorized the syllabus?" He smirked and laughed a little.

"Hydroponics?" Tim abruptly changed the subject.

"No, thank you," Dick said visions of seeing Bruce and Thomas wrapped in Poison Ivy's vines flooded his head.

"You've shot down every idea I've had." Tim sighed.

"You haven't liked any of my ideas either," Dick replied. "What about building different types of bridges in various materials? We can test strength and durability. Straws, popsicle sticks—" Dick sighed, "that's predictable,"

"No…I think you have something there. I mean, yeah we have an idea of what will work better, but what we don't know is how much weight they can support."

"Did we decide on what our project will be?" Dick asked with a smile.

"Yeah we did," Tim smiled as he opened the front of the school, then followed Dick down the ramp to the benches in front of the school.

"We need to list the bridges," Dick opened the notebook on his lap, "let's see we have arch, beam, suspension…"

"Truss, tied arch, cantilever, cable-stayed," Tim added. "So besides popsicle sticks and straws what else can we use?" He started to write everything down as well.

"Metal? Thin metal, aluminum! What about fabric, no! Rope!" Dick was getting excited.

"Oh, good options!" Tim was starting to get excited about it as well. "you have to draw the types of bridges, you are a good artist."

"Yeah!" Dick flipped a page in his notebook, then pulled out his phone to look at reference pictures of the bridges so that he could start drawing them.

"Hey, Drake! Grayson!" A voice called making the two boys jolt. No one ever called for them they usually stayed to themselves.

"Yes?" Dick asked looking up and seeing Wyatt a short skinny boy with pale skin, lots of freckles and bright red hair. His tie was crooked, like always. He was one of those kids who could treat them decently or be just as rude as the other kids.

He held up two brightly colored rainbow swirled lollipops. Wyatt tossed one to each of them. "They were passing them around made sure you guys got them too." He gave them a sincere smile. "They are really good too."

"Thanks," Dick said looking the seemingly handmade candy. The packaging didn't have had any brand name on it or even, an ingredient listing. It did have a picture of a strawberry.

Tim unwrapped his candy, putting the packaging in his pocket and started to lick it, not even bothering to look at the flavor. Dick was about to do the same but Alfred pulled up and it was time to leave.

"I have to go," Dick sighed.

"I'll call you later," Tim said with the candy in his mouth, he took Dick's notebook and candy then stuffed into the boy's book bag for him. He was one of the few people the former acrobat allowed to help him with a task like this without asking.

"I'll ask if we can buy supplies tomorrow! We can take you home after school and everything!" Dick sped over to Alfred, nearly crashing into the old butler.

"Easy Master Dick," Alfred laughed at the boy's exuberance, "I take it that Mr. Drake and you have decided on science fair project?"

"We did! Do you think tomorrow you can take me and Tim to get stuff?" Dick asked scooting into the car while Alfred took his wheelchair to put in the trunk.

"Tim and I," Alfred corrected the boy coming back around, "and yes providing his parents say yes I can take the two of you to gather your supplies."

Dick rolled down the window, "he said yes!" He called out to Tim as Alfred quickly used the button up front to roll up his window and then lock the windows.

"You mustn't yell from the window young sir, especially since I know you have a form to communicate in your hand."

"Mmmhmm," Dick spoke absently texting Tim.

"Would you like cookies or fried chicken for dinner today?" Alfred asked checking to see if the boy was listening.

"BOTH!" Dick smiled, "fried chicken for dinner, cookies for dessert."

"You never miss a beat do you, Master Dick?" Alfred smiled.

"Not when there are your cookies involved."

Dick had his book bag on the kitchen table taking out what he needed for his homework. He already had his after-school snack, of a British cookie-like confection, called a flapjack. Alfred was starting on dinner. Dick disappointed to learn Alfred was teasing him about the fried chicken, he knew it was too good to be true.

Bruce came into the kitchen today he had debate club and was permitted to drive to school on those days. "What do you have there?" He asked seeing the lollipop and picking it up, it had slipped just out of Dick's reach. "Smells really good."

"Hey! That's mine!" Dick called.

"Can I have it?" Bruce asked slowly starting to unwrap the plastic that was wrapped around the candy. "I'll get you another one. Promise." He smiled.

Dick looked at Bruce for a minute. "Fine but—" the older boy ran off. "You owe me!" Dick called after him.

Alfred came over to Dick and handed him another flapjack. "Better than any candy if I say do so myself."

The boy smiled. "Thanks, Alfie."

"You are welcome dear boy."

Bruce set his book bag down next to his desk. He was about to throw the candy wrapper away, but he noticed writing on the inside of the wrapper, so he sat at his desk and looked at it.

'Hey, kid! Want a chance to win a free month's worth of candy? Text the word 'candy' to this number and remember kids this candy is NOT sold in stores!'

The son of billionaire shrugged. Money to get candy was no problem whatsoever, but he did promise Dick that he would replace the candy making. He continued to suck on the color confection while texting the number.

Just like Dick and Tim, Bruce needed to come up with a topic for the science fair. The whole school participated, but in different divisions, therefore they would not compete against each other. He was torn if he wanted to tell Dick what he was going to study up for the science fair, the nervous system. Luckily he had a father who was a doctor who lent him some medical books to look at. He was even going to speak with Dr. Logan Johnson, Dick's neurologist. He was determined to find a way to help his adopted younger brother walk again.

It was ten at night, Batman and Robin were out patrolling the city. As of late, there had been a string of robberies. They were not typical robberies, these crimes were committed by the children who lived in the house of those that were robbed.

"The kids are out again," Robin reported to Batman.

"Second night in a row," Nightwing added.

"The question still remains, whos orders are they following?" Batman mused looking at the kids bringing bags to the sidewalks and then going back in their houses.

"All across the city, no specific area," Nightwing reported looking over city's many traffic and security cameras.

"Is that Tim?" Robin asked he looked down and seeing a familiar looking black haired boy.

"What!?" Nightwing was shocked, switching his view so he could have eyes on his friend.

Tim didn't seem like the person who would get messed up in thing sort of thing, but there he was with a pillowcase stuffed with items he retrieved from his house. "Check on him! There's no way he's doing this willingly someone is making him!"

"Nightwing. Focus."

"Yes, sir," Dick replied not taking his eyes off Tim, this just personal.

The Bat symbol shown into the air. Batman and Robin took off to the rooftop of the GCPD.

"I'm sure you are aware of the situation," Captain Gordon said.

"We are," Batman replied.

"You know I am hesitant to work with you. But it's been a week and the situation is not slowing down, in fact, the situation is getting worse. We have varying reports of what happens to the children if an attempt is made to wake them from their tasks."

"What happens?" Batman asked.

"The children are sleeping walking," Jim said hesitating to use the word, "when anyone attempts to wake them the children go comatose."

"What happens when they complete the task? Any word?"

"So far nothing, that we know of. It's hard to know, the children never have a memory of taking the items."

"Send the word out to everyone, let the children carry out their tasks," Batman said. "We need to figure out how they are getting their orders,"

"We do too," Jim said. "They are from all walks of life too, they have nothing in common."

"Robin and I will continue to monitor the children, see what they are stealing and where it is going."

"Batman!" Nightwing called urgently.

"Go," Batman said to voice in his ear.

"The bags the children put out are being picked up!"

"Where?"

"It's coming by you. It looks like a white city van. I can tell it's fake because it has state license plates, not city ones."

"Thank you," Batman said looking out for the van.

"Your little bird?" Jim asked taking a puff on his cigarette. "He a kid too? When I will meet him?"

"You won't," Robin said seeing the van turn down the street.

"That's what they are using to pick up what the children leave out," Batman said.

Jim looked at the van. "City van?"

"Look at the plates," Batman said.

"Good eyes," Jim nodded.

"I wasn't the one who noticed that."

"Nightwing, right? he's good."

All three watched as the van stopped and people jumped out to pick up items.

"They look like children," Jim noticed.

"Older teens," Batman nodded and with that Batman and Robin used their grappling guns to swing down and find out more.

"They look like how Tim did," Nightwing said speaking up, "vacant looks on their faces…"

"Robin, don't wake them," Batman ordered. "Let's just watch where they go." Typically he would have stopped the van and confronted them, but this time it would be dangerous to do so. Not for him, but for the children, who at the time seemed to be acting out on orders.

The younger half of the Dynamic Duo nodded. There was one boy driving, and a girl in the passenger seat. When the van stopped three more would jump out, gather the bags and load them into the back of the van.

"Nightwing—"

"Already ran the license plates. They belong to a Cynthia Cabot. She reported them stolen along with her car, last week."

"That's my boy," Batman said.

"Always two steps ahead," Robin said keeping half listening. He took a tracking device from his belt and threw it on one of the bags.

A shrill alarm blared through the manor. Dick bolted upright, he was in his bed. He must have fallen asleep down in the cave and Thomas probably brought him up when he got off patrol.

"Ace…what's going on?" Dick mumbled reaching for his phone to see what alarm was tripped. Seeing it was an internal alarm suddenly woke him up. He quickly got into his wheelchair and grabbed his twin escrima sticks he kept hidden under his pillow. "Let's go Ace!" He started to speed to race the dog to the door. When he got to it he opened it and saw Alfred rushing by holding his double shotgun.

"Master Dick stay put!" Alfred ordered seeing the boy.

Dick was about to protest, but he listened to Alfred. But stayed in the hallway rather than retreating to his room, just in case. He pouted a little but looked at his phone to try and figure out what was going on. He noticed something that he didn't notice the first time, an interior silent alarm was tripped.

"Alfred!" Dick called rushing forward he had to tell him what was going on.

"Master Bruce!" Alfred called.

When Dick entered the room he noticed Bruce collapsed to the ground.

"Alfred, what happened?" Dick asked.

A/N: I know, I know it's been forever since I have updated. I hope you enjoy this update. (And yes I am working on For Nightwing as well)

So as always, thanks everyone for reading, reviewing, and faving.