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Ch. 5: Star Wars

Frank knew today was going to be a good day. It may have been the crack of dawn, with the sun just barely peeking over the horizon, but he just knew. He and his buddies were going on a road trip on their motorcycles. This gave the slightly struggling white-collar man the perfect opportunity to show off his baby. He had saved up a month's work of paychecks for her- not his brightest idea, but he was in the moment. She was beautiful and sleek. She may not have been the most expensive or fancy bike, but she outdid all of his friends' bikes.

Frank grinned proudly as he wheeled her out of his garage and into the driveway. His friends would be there soon. Today would be a good day.

"Hey, need to borrow that, sorry."

Frank watched as a young man in tights, whom he recognized slightly, appeared out of nowhere and grabbed his bike.

"But-"

He was already gone.

Frank sighed. Today was a bad day.

Nightwing sped down the street on his borrowed motorcycle. "Oracle. Update."

"They're on a highway that was closed for construction. Police have blockaded the street just in case. They've tried shooting at the robot, but all the bullets do are ricochet. I- hold on… Reports say the robot has disappeared… but it's still shooting at Robin. It must've gone into camouflage mode or something."

Perfect.

Taking every shortcut he could and breaking almost every traffic law in existence, the blockade eventually came in sight. His eyes searched for a spot to get past the police cars. There was a gap just wide enough between two police cars. He raced through it, straight past Commissioner Gordon and the police.

He watched as Robin dodged blasts that appeared to come from thin air. Unfortunately, there wasn't much to work with on this highway. Robin glanced toward him and a slight jerk of Robin's shoulder let Nightwing know that he saw him. Just as he passed Robin, he reached out and grabbed the boy's hand. He pulled and Robin used the leverage to maneuver himself onto the motorcycle.

"What took you so long, Grayson? I was beginning to become impatient" Robin called over the loud noise of the motorcycle and wind as they sped down the highway at speeds that were most definitely illegal. Nightwing swerved just in time to avoid a blast. The robot was following them.

"Alright, little Jedi, I need you to man the blasters while I fly the ship, k?"

Robin rolled his eyes, remembering when Grayson had forced him to sit down and watch that entire series of movies. He carefully shifted so that he was facing the back, with his spine pressed against Nightwing's. He tightened his grip as the bike swerved, avoiding another blast. Robin tossed a batarang, grinding his teeth when it kept flying without hitting anything.

"I can't see it," he growled, "how can I hit something I cannot see?"

Nightwing quickly took three balls out of his gauntlet. It was a good thing Bruce had taught him to always be prepared, for anything, really. He handed the objects to Robin.
"When you think you have sight of him, throw those at him."

Robin nodded and waited. The robot sent another blast and, as Nightwing swerved, Robin threw the balls. They hit the robot, exploding on impact and covering it with pink paint. Robin smirked. Perfect. He threw another batarang and it hit the robot with a clank, but bounced off. Well, that had proven pointless.

"Vehicle must be disposed of" a robotic voice said, monotone. Robin watched as a red dot settled itself on the back of the motorcycle.

"Nightwing."

"Yeah, got it, time to evacuate."

Just as the robot released a blast, Nightwing grabbed the back of Robin's costume. He pulled the boy with him as he jumped off the bike. A moment later, the bike exploded as the blast hit it. In the air, Nightwing brought Robin close to him so he would take as little damage as possible. He also maneuvered so that his back would take the brunt of the impact. If only he'd also borrowed a helmet from that guy. At the speed they were going, this was going to hurt. A lot.

All of his breath left him when he hit the road. As they tumbled and rolled, he tucked his head in as much as possible and tightened his grip on Robin. He felt some of his ribs cracking and skin tearing. He was thankful for the armor he was wearing, knowing the damage could've been worse.

When they finally came to a stop, Nightwing released Robin and laid on his back for a moment. The outside of his costume, mostly his back, was torn up and he was pretty sure that he would be a walking bruise later. He let out a groan.

"Grayson, get up, the fight is not over."

He wished he could tell Robin to shut up, but the kid was right. Besides, he liked to think that Robin was mostly concerned. Blocking out the pain, Nightwing sat up. His eyes landed on the pink-painted robot that was hovering above them. The middle of the robot began to light up as it prepared a blast.

A red and blue blur slammed into the robot, bringing it crashing to the ground.

Nightwing watched as Superman stood up next to the robot. A moment later, the robot self-destructed. Superman turned and walked over to the two "birds."

"Heard there were some strange thing going on here," he explained, "thought I could be of some help."

He took Nightwing's hand and helped pull him up. He frowned when the young man winced.

Nightwing managed to grin through the pain. "Batman won't be happy."

"Batman is missing," Superman pointed out, "so he'll just have to deal with it."

"Speaking of missing…" Nightwing turned to Robin, who was gazing at the Man of Steel suspiciously. "Where have you been?"

Robin turned to Nightwing. "Father, Drake, and I were abducted by a psychopath."

There was a beat of silence as Nightwing waited for him to elaborate. When he didn't, Nightwing blinked. "Ok, which one?"

Robin cast another distrusting glance at Superman before answering him. "I have not encountered him before and I do not believe Father has either."

"And Tim?"

"Oblivious as ever."

"Damian…"

Superman cut into the conversation and turned to Robin. "Do you remember where you were being held?"

"TT, of course. It is not far off."

Nightwing turned to Superman. "Can you zip to the cave real fast and grab me a new suit? And some wrapping so I can wrap my ribs."

Superman nodded. "Be back in a jiffy." He then took to the sky and flew off in a blur.

"TT, aliens."

"I'd save my voice if I were you," Nightwing warned, glancing down at him, "'Cause you're gonna explain every little detail to us."

"More heroes are aware of our presence. Move to phase two."

Alfred didn't jump when there was a sudden gust of wind; he just continued to dust off the keys to the batcomputer. "Either you have grave news to deliver to me, or Master Dick is in need of a new suit."

Superman couldn't help but grin at the butler. "The latter, thankfully."

Alfred nodded. "I laid one out to your right."

Superman quickly picked up the costume, noticing the wrapping that was laid out next to it; he picked that up as well. "Dick found Robin. He's gonna lead us to where Bruce and Tim are being held."

Alfred closed his eyes in relief for a brief moment, before turning to the Man of Steel. "Thank Heavens."

Superman opened his mouth to agree and then depart, when the screen of the computer suddenly came to life.

"This is Cat Grant, coming to you live from Metropolis, where a hoard of flying robots has appeared out of nowhere. They are currently wreaking havoc, exploding buildings and seemingly abducting civ- Ahh!" She screamed as a robot came down and grabbed her, taking her into the sky. Superman watched, torn for a moment between what he had promised the boys and the responsibility he had to his city.

"I am sure the boys will understand."

Superman nodded. Alfred was right. As usual.

Barbara paused in what she was doing when she saw a communication signal coming in from Nightwing.

"What's up, 'Wing?"

"I need your help."

"Fire away."

"We're gonna rescue Bats and Red right now, nut we need some assistance."

"I'll find whoever's available and send them to your location."

"Thanks. You're a life saver."

Barbara grinned. "Don't I know it."

The communication was disconnected and Barbara pulled up a window, displaying the signals of allies currently in Gotham. Barbara selected the only one that wasn't Nightwing or Robin.

"Batgirl coming to you live and onstage." Barbara heard a curse and grunt in the background.

"You busy?"

"Nah, not really."

"I need-"

"Ha! How's that for a knuckle sandwich?"- There was a pause –"Wow, that was bad. Sorry, Oracle, what do you need?"

Barbara's lips twitched. "Nightwing and Robin need your help. They're going to rescue Batman and Red Robin."

"Awesome, it's about time. Where do they want to meet?"

Barbara gave her the location.

"I'll be there in a few."

"Alright, Oracle out."

The communication closed with a light click. Oracle brought up the window of what she had been doing before Nightwing had called. It was a phone number, under the name of "Peter Jay." She bit her nail lightly, knowing that the chances of this being the person she was looking for, let alone that he was available and willing to help, weren't the greatest. She sighed and called the number anyways.

Ring… ring… ri-

"Who is this and how the hell did you get this number?"

Barbara sighed, knowing he'd recognize her voice. "What's the point in having a phone if no one ever calls you?"

She heard a voice in the background that was vaguely familiar question who he was talking to. The young man on the other end groaned.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't hang up on you right now, Oracle."

A small grin touched Barbara's face. "I can give you a couple, actually."

"We should go now. Time is of major importance."

"One minute. Then we go."

They were a few yards away from what appeared to be an office building. The property was twenty five acres- too much for a single office building. Robin was perched on the branch of a tree, while Nightwing stood by the base, hiding in a shadow.

"Oracle was obviously unable to find us any reinforcements," Robin scoffed, "not like we need any, either way."

"What's that you said, Bird Boy?" They both turned to see Batgirl approach them, smirking to herself. Robin jumped down from the branch to land beside Nightwing. He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Oh great, it's Fatgirl."

Nightwing grabbed Robin's hood and shoved it over the boy's face. There was a grunt of indignance from him as he swatted at Nightwing's hand. Nightwing walked over to Batgirl, his movement a bit more stiff than usual, thanks to his injuries.

"Batgirl," he said with a friendly smile, "glad to have you onboard. Do you know if Oracle was able to find anyone else?"

Batgirl shook her head. "As far as I know, I'm the only other one currently in Gotham."

Nightwing nodded, before holding out the palm of his hand. "Alright, both of you, give me your communicators."

Robin did as told, while Batgirl looked at Nightwing with an eyebrow raised. Nightwing smirked slightly.

"Please" he affirmed. Batgirl grinned and complied. She didn't know why he wanted her communicator, but she was sure he had his reason. She watched as he took his own communicator and placed it on his hand, before dropping them to the ground and abruptly stepping on them. Batgirl gaped.

"Wha-?"

"We believe the robots have satellites that can track our communicators. Oracle should be sending out the memo right about now" Nightwing explained calmly. Batgirl's mouth snapped shut. Well, that made sense, she guessed. Nightwing looked up from the crushed communicators and met the eyes of his allies.

"Alright, here's the plan."

A/N: Ok, I lied, this is the last handwritten chapter, for sure this time. Why? Because it's summer time! Whoop Whoop!... Ahem, anyways, the chapters should be longer from now on. Is it just me or does every chapter so far basically end with a cool Nightwing quote? xD Well, I guess that's it. I wrote a short Jason one-shot and it would be awesome if you guys could give me feedback on that one. ^^ Tata for now. Review please! ;D