(August 6, 2012 9:30 Next period)

"Dude...watch it," He laughed, He was smiling and happy. "Just slow down. I'll be mentoring you and Sara in science. You both have the same class."

"OK," I said a little too excited no one ever helped me in school, as we walked down the hall.

"After science, you have lunch, and after lunch, we get out of school," He explained.

"And when we get out of school is when I show you your new toys."

I was so excited, I could hardly speak, i jumped up fist pumping the air. We walked into the science class. I spotted Sara sitting at a table in the corner.

"Hey, Sara," I said.

"Hi, guys," she replied. "So, I see that our mentor has joined us today in science class. I'm not surprised, really. I was expecting this sooner." I just face palmed.

The teacher walked into the room.

"Hello, class. My name is Mr. Mumbleby. I'm sure that we'll all make learning fun this year."

"Of course," sighed Dick. "Now, turn to page 145 of your science textbooks..."

When science was finally over, Dick walked us to lunch. The choices for today were orange chicken, pizza, or chicken fingers. AKA, chemicals, frozen cardboard, or greasy, fried, spray-painted chicken guts.

"What does it take for this school to serve FOOD in its cafeteria?" Asked Sara, grimacing as a scoop of greyish mashed potatoes was plopped on her tray.

"I don't know," I replied, as a handful of limp green beans joined the mashed potatoes on my tray. "Maybe a health violation?"

Dick sighed in annoyance. Ok, let's just finish lunch so we can get out of here."

"Agreed."

We all looked at our trays.

"Or rather, we don't eat lunch," said Sara, poking her chicken with a fork. I nodded my head.

We dumped our trays in the trash, and Dick walked us to the office. As we walked out we saw our friends and stopped to say hi.

"You guys are in the mentorship program?" Exclaimed Siri in a jealous tone.

"Yep," we said proudly

"Nice," Gabe whistled.

I saw Bailey looking at Nightwing with interest (No romantic interest). Before I could say something, she spoke.

"You're the kid whose parents were killed in the trapeze accident, aren't you?"

Nightwing's face hardened. He stared icily at Bailey and cracked his knuckles.

"Forget I asked," she squealed, and ran back to her lunch table with everyone else. I had to suppress a laugh from the face she had made.

Then we continued to walk to the office.

"Hey, Marge," Nightwing said to the office Lady. "Mentor number is 23461. I'm checking these two kiddos out early to study for a big...exam...coming up."

"Alright, Grayson," she said. "Go ahead."

Dick signed us out, and we walked out of the front door. Free at last. We walked towards a rusty old car.

"It's not he batmobile or the R-cycle, but it will work," he said.

"What's with the old car?" Sara asked.

"Trying to blend in, I bet," I replied, as Dick turned the ignition.

We drove happily out of the school's parking lot.

"This mentorship thing was a good idea," he said, as he drove us to the nearest fast-food restaurant.

We drove through the drive-through of Del Taco.

"Fish tacos never tasted so great," sighed Sara.

"I agree."

We pulled onto the highway. We were heading towards the middle of nowhere.

"Where are we going?" I asked, confused.

"That's for me to know, and you to find out, maybe," he replied, pulling on a gas mask.

"Oh, great. Not again," complained Sara, but it was too late. Knockout gas was spewed from the air conditioner into the small car.

She was out. I was holding my breath and making pissed off faces at Nightwing. He shrugged, but I swear I saw him smile under his gas mask. I tried to open the window, but my vision started to blur. I stuck out my tongue at Nightwing, and that was the last thing I remember before it went black.

(August 6, 2012 Somewhere 1:00 p.m )

"Autumn, Autumn, Autumn..." I heard a soft whisper.

I felt my arm being poked, then someone screamed in my ear, "Wake up Autumn!"

"What?! Oh...It's you, Sara."

"You were out for a while," she sniffed.

I didn't recognize the room we were in. A second later I realized that we were handcuffed to a random pole in the room, and then handcuffed to each other. So there were 3 pairs handcuffs.

"Sara, do you still have that crobar in your boot?" I asked weakly.

"Yah, it's in my boot. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Why do you ask?"

"He handcuffed us together, right?"

"Yes."

"So I'll beat him senseless with that crobar! We can't work together like this!"

"That's more like the Autumn I know."

"Ya ya, so how do we get out of these handcuffs?" Sara added. "How..? I mean, we're not even in costume!"

"Ugh, you are so lucky I spend too much time on the internet." I laughed.

"Why?" Inquired Sara, puzzled. She pulled angrily against the handcuffs.

"After my first confrontation with Nightwing and handcuffs, I looked up how to escape police regulated handcuffs. Well, thanks to Youtube and 'scam school,' I now know how to get out of these. I just need to get the shim out of my pocket." I explained.

"A what?" asked Sara.

"A shim...I'll show you later."

I struggled with the lock of the handcuff that tied us to the pole.

*Click.* Got it. Now we were just stuck together by one set of handcuffs.I wanted to shoot Nightwing in the head.

"I hate him! I hate him!" I yelled angrily.

"What?" asked Sara, rubbing her wrist.

"So...you know when I picked the other locks?" I mumbled.

"Yes..." Sighed Sara.

"This is what I used."

I showed her the shim. it was a thing that looks like a key without the ridges, but it is thinner than a credit card.

"Cool." whispered Sara. "But why are we still stuck together? Shouldn't you be able to use the shim to uncuff us?"

"Usually, yes. But now look at the cuffs were left in." I explained.

"What about them!?" growled Sara, growing impatient.

"The shim is suppose to go in the little hole where the cuff goes in, but there is no hole to put it in. We're stuck together."

"Fantastic. I hate him." Sara growled

"Yah, lets find him." I added

"Agreed." Sara took the crowbar from her boot with her free hand, and tried to break the cuff chain. "I can't get enough leverage!" She yelled. After about ten minutes of this, we had sore wrists and the cuff hadn't been broken. We gave up, and Sara stuffed the Crobar back in her boot.

"Lets go left," I said calmly.

"No, right," argued Sara.

"Left!"

"Right!"

We started to fight, but it didn't work so well in handcuffs.

"Okay...let's look around first," I suggested, panting.

"Fine." Sara sighed in annoyance.

There were two stone tunnels leading out of the room. One of them forked off to the left, and one of them meandered to the right. Both were dark, dust filled, and vast.

"Um...which way?" I asked.

"Let's start with the right one," replied Sara.

We began jogging towards the tunnel on the right. It was dark, but we could just see the walls. We couldn't see more than five feet in front of us, though.

"ECHO!" I yelled. Echo...Echo...Echo...

"Fancy," whispered Sara with a chuckle. "But why is it that the first thing anyone ever yells in an echo-y place is "ECHO?" Why not "cheese fries" or something?"

"Good question," I replied. "CHEESE FRIES!" Cheese fries...cheese fries...SCREE!

"Um...could you run that last one by me again?" asked Sara, starting to back up.

All at once, thousand of bats flooded the tunnel ahead, heading straight for us.

"Crud!" screamed Sara, and started sprinting towards the mouth of the tunnel.

"Enough said," I added, running with her.

The bats were very close behind us.

"Do you appreciate the irony of this?" yowled Sara as we ran.

"Just RUN!" I yelled, speeding up.

We both knew what would happen if the bats caught up to us. We would suddenly become bat food. Especially if these bats were carnivores. They all looked as though they hadn't eaten in days, and they were all very hungry. For us.

"We...we're almost...there!" I panted.

We darted out of the mouth of the tunnel. A huge boulder dropped from the ceiling and sealed the opening behind us.

"You ever get the feeling that...we're being played with?" asked Sara.

"All the time, these days!" I replied, aggravation getting the better of me.

"Aha! I have an idea!" exclaimed Sara.

She grabbed the Laser Pointer out of her pocket.

"You know, we could have used this earlier," I growled.

"I forgot about it," Sara laughed, "Until now."

I stood as far back as the chain would let me, which wasn't very far. Sara pressed the button on the laser pointer, slicing through the chain as if it were soft cheese.

"That was effective," she laughed, shutting off the pointer.

"Agreed."

Suddenly, the stone floor turned to gravel beneath us. Then it completely dissolved. We fell down a long, dark, tunnel.

"Waddup with the tunnels?!" I screamed.

Just as suddenly as our fall had begun, it ended. We ended up on the floor of the training cave, where we had done drills, not quite sure how we had gotten there. We looked up at the ceiling, which was hole-less. God Dammit NightWing!

I'm Back!, Yes every Saturday Until Ski season then I will work out a different day. But yes I'm back. *Does Happy dance*