Okay guys, I know this is a short chapter, but I'm going to be posting two chapters today, so bear with me.

"Bruce, we need to talk."

"So talk." Bruce didn't bother turning to face Clark. Whatever Clark Kent had to say wasn't important unless it was about Dick. Nothing mattered but getting Dick back.

"While I'd normally give you a long speech about how you've managed to screw up your life, now isn't the time."

"So get to the point." Bruce all but snapped. He was really getting tired of the League trying to tell him how to run his life.

"It's done." Clark waited a moment to let it sink in before continuing. "It was finished a few hours ago. There's been no testing yet, but I knew you'd want to oversee it."

Bruce stepped away from the Bat computer and all of the possible coordinates Robin could have made it to. Now that the device was complete, they were one step closer to retrieving Robin.

"I'll oversee it now."

"I'll have J'onn pick us up."

Bruce nodded and sent out the message he'd had prepared for such a day as this to Batgirl, Alfred, and Jim Gordon. Batman wouldn't be back for a while, and there was always the possibility of never coming back.

"It's been three months! Just take us out already!" Damian growled. "I'm done with training simulations; give me some flesh to take down!"

Dick sighed. He knew they'd start whining after a few weeks, but they weren't nearly ready for real combat; especially with all of the more dangerous creeps out prowling at the moment. He'd managed to avoid them for the most part, taking down who he could but abandoning his crusade when two of them were nearby. He could take on one, but two and even he'd have a fair amount of trouble.

There was a bit of guilt that came along with just letting them go. But he truly wasn't Batman. He didn't even know how Batman did it in the first place. He had completed the Bat computer, but from Gotham he was unable to get a strong enough connection to hack into the JLA system without them realizing it.

He was going to have to go directly to the Watch Tower, which he'd never actually stepped foot in, despite Young Justice being formed, and send a message directly from their system. It was the only way to try and send a message across dimensions.

"No." Dick answered. "Didn't I explain it? The whole point of this is so that in case one of these guys does get a hold of you or Bruce, you'll be able to fend them off and hopefully survive."

"Then what's with making our suits, huh? Giving us utility belts? How about picking superhero names?"

Tim was sharper than he looked. Dick partially blamed himself for that. He'd been teaching Tim how to hack in his spare time. Not that he had a lot of spare time, but there were times when he had to wait for a period of time and Tim just happened to be home and in his room.

Martha and Thomas had helped Alfred make the suits and keep it hidden from Bruce, who still remained oblivious, despite hints at suspicion, to Dick teaching his children how to become crime fighters, vigilantes, and of course, heroes.

"That's…"

"You don't have an answer, do you Golden Boy?" Jason smirked. He knew he was right.

"Okay, okay, fine. I guess they're for when I leave. Someone's got to watch over Gotham, and I don't know who else will but you guys."

"Take us out tonight, Dick." Barbara asserted softly. "We've been under your guidance for three months. Haven't we proven ourselves yet?"

Dick sighed again. "You have, but… things are really getting complicated in Gotham right now."

"You never did explain why." Tim frowned. "What's going on?"

Should he tell them? They might as well know, since he was going to pass the torch onto them by the end of this.

"Someone put a bounty on my head. It's a big one, and it's attracted some attention."

"So that's why you came home injured last week." Alfred piped up, entering the cave with a tray of food. "I know your nightly activities are dangerous, but you often come out unscathed."

"That's because the big guys weren't ever here. It's always been small fry." Dick took a moment to remove his shirt and cape, showing them his back. "There's a scar from each and every one of Gotham's crazies."

"Yeah, yeah, we know," Jason grumbled, "Dad would kill you if we got hurt. Don't you say anything else?"

Dick frowned and pulled back on his clothes. What was he thinking? These guys were possibly more stubborn than he was. With a sigh, he meandered on over to his R-cycle.

"Yeah, hold down the fort while I'm gone."

"Where are you going?" Barbara asked, hands on her hips. "You can't just run away from us!"

"I'm not." Dick shook his head and pulled on his helmet. "I've just got some business to take care of."

"Grayson, this isn't over!" Damian scowled. "You're going to take us out the second you get back!"

"Fine." Dick reluctantly agreed. "I'll take all of you out once I get back. Until then, don't do anything stupid and listen to Alfred."

Scotty1609, you're exactly right! I noticed that too yesterday, and what a coincidence that I just so happen to be really pushing it forward today! I'm sorry I spent so much time dawdling. It's just with all them together, I had to take the opportunity to explore. I'm also sorry that there hasn't been as much YJ in here as I wanted, but not to worry! There will be a LOT more of them in the next 5-10 chapters. Until then, have a cookie!