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CHAPTER 3
He panted heavily, as he continued to run. The cold air hit his face roughly as he ran, ran, ran. He breathing had suddenly become easier. Beads of sweat fell from his face, as he stopped at the mini neighbour hood park. There were some children there playing. He smiled slightly, watching them. Taking a deep breath he continued on his way, without a glance back. His thoughts kept drifting to the conversation Cheif Rojas and Commissioner Gordon had. He grinded his teeth angrily, at the thought that even Rojas wanted to call of the case. He had to somehow help solve this case. He couldn't get involve officially... but maybe if it could be found, he could help.
"Since when did you go for morning runs?" Barbara greeted her husband, as he entered the kitchen.
"Had to clear my head." was his responce, kissing Mary gently on the head, before hugging his wife. "I'm O.K." she looked at him unconvinced, before letting it go.
"Oh, by the way, Lucius called. He said something about a party that Bruce had organised some months ago. Something to do with the opening of a new product?" Dick frowned, somewhat confused.
"A new product?"
"That's what he said, unless he meant to planatarian." Barbara frowned, "The one he kept mentioning for the last couple of months."
"I'll call him back, and see." Dick sighed, rubbing his head slightly. "I'll drop Mary off at school first."
"It's O.K," Barbara murmured, "I'll do it. You just go to work."
"Tim, I need your help." Dick stated, over the phone.
"What is it?"
"Just for old times sake, did you by any chance keep any of our old costumes?"
"No... why?"
"Y'know, just to have a look, remember the good ol' days."
"Dick, what ever it is you're thinking, don't do it." Tim warned. "You'll hurt Barb." Dick frowned.
"We all walked away from that life. I know that already. But its for keeps sake."
"I don't no where he kept them." Tim sighed, "I left mine behind, like you and Barb."
"Thanks anyway."
"Dick... does Barb know what you're doing?" Dick hung up.
He stared at the statue, as the sculpture of the Bat out looked the park. Close by, the children's laughter could be heard. He smiled slightly. Watching over the children. In a way almost protecting them. Casually he whipped out his last momentum of his night hours. An old looking bird-a-rang. He traced his finger against the carving. He had made
it himself, when he became Nightwing. Dick sighed heavily, tossing it against a near by tree.
"Haven't lost my aim." he murmured, walking towards it. Slowly he pulled it out, this time tossing it harder. It flew against the leaves, before flying back. He turned around to face the statue again, this time noticing something he hadn't noticed before. There seemed to be a small opening just at the base. Narrowing his eyes slightly, walked towards it. Cool air could be felt from below.
She stared at the letter, that was address to them. She didn't want to open it. She had fear that something in there might send them all out there again. Flying in the sky, fighting crime. Shaking her head slightly, she took a deep breath and opened it. Her eyes widened.
"Mummy?" she quickly turned to look at her daughter who was looking at her oddly. "Are you O.K?" folding the letter and pocketing it safely Barbara nodded.
"Come on sweety, lets go to the park." Mary beamed and ran of to grab her jacket. Barbara drew her hand to the letter, where it was safely placed. It was from Bruce. And his last good-bye.
Tim stared at the letter warily. Glancing at Barbara nervously, he slowly reached out to it. Opening the letter slowly, Barbara gave a small sharp gasp. He took out the delicate piece of paper in the envelope before reading it silently. Barbara fiddled with her thumbs, unsure whether or not to ask what was in it. She took a deep breath and
turned to face him.
"Tim...?"
"It just says: 'Find your wings'." he sighed. Barbara frowned slightly, "Does he mean go back or start over?" he questioned the older woman. Barbara shrugged. Folding the paper, he slipped it back in the envelope, before handing it to her.
"Maybe he wants us to accept and move on..." the red-head finally said after a moments of silence.
"Maybe..." Tim murmured quietly. "What ever it is, we'll do this all together."
"So tell me Chief Rojas, do we have a deal?" the plump man narrowed his eyes, glaring at him.
"Not like I have a choice." he muttered. The masked man laughed bitterly.
"You always have a choice, Chief."
"Ha." Rojas laughed flatly. "Choice?"
"You wanted him out of the equation. I did that for you."
"I may have wanted him out, but that didn't mean I want him dead." Rojas muttered.
"Sooner or later, the others will come out." the masked man said thoughtfully. "What shall I do with them...?" the plump man clenched his fist.
"You won't do anything!" he ordered.
"My dear man, you can't tell me what to do. I follow my own rules." the man smirked, "And remember, what will happen to you if anyone finds out, Chief."
He studied his new surroundings, after doudging some installed traps. Everything was here. Everything that had once belonged to them was all here. His fingers traced against the cold glass where five suits stood. The fith being his old costume from his younger years. He smiled slightly, clearly surprised that he actually kept it all this time, hidden from the rest of the family. His eyes fell onto Batman's suit. Unlike the one he was burried in, this one was still intact. His eyes fell. Several lights suddenly turned on, illuminating the newly discovered cave. The computer could be seen not to far away, close to several well kept vehicles. Slowly, he walked up to the Batmobile, his fingers tracing against the cold black metal, before eyeing his motor cycle. He smiled.
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