I am so sorry this is kind of late. I was really struggling to put this together.

Robin and Flash never got the chance to take out any guards; they were already running at the sound of the whistles. Sighing in both frustration and concern, Robin tried to focus on the task at hand. Bruce came first. Once he was safe, he could worry about the damage done to everyone else. Wally had sped off and around the inside of the warehouse, coming back two minutes later.

"There are about sixteen guys in there, all in various locations." Wally paused before continuing. "I didn't go in every single room, so there may be more; but Wayne is being held in the biggest room towards the center.

"His condition?"

"Beat up."

"Details?" Dick was starting to wonder if Wally knew how to take the time to reveal details.

"Split lip, bloody nose, probably broken, and not much else that I could see. The guy is wearing a suit, so it's not like I could see anything else."

"Okay, how many are guarding him?"

"None."

That was new. They must have known he couldn't break out, pointing to graver injuries than Wally had thought. Wally tapped his foot as Robin formed a plan.

"You didn't see any sign of the Joker?"

"Unless you count four guys in clown suits, then no." Wally quirked an eyebrow. "What's the guy look like, anyway?"

"Creepy, insane, wears a lot of purple." Robin described off hand, struggling to put everything together. "Alright, it sounds like a trap, but we've got no choice."

"Look, I'll run in, grab him, and run out. No guards, no worry."

"I'm coming with you."

"Fine, let's just get a move on, okay?"

Well, it was good to see Wally was still as impatient as ever. Wally zoomed through the warehouse, not really looking for any trip wires or anything of the sort. He knew the way and made quick work of the distance. Robin couldn't keep up, but scrutinized every inch of the warehouse. It was odd. The guards weren't really coordinated, they weren't all dressed the same, and Bruce was left unguarded.

It had to be a trap.

When he finally caught up to Wally, he found a situation very different from the one he expected. Wally had his hands in the air, scowl on his face and seven guns trained on him. Bruce was still tied up in his chair, his focus was on the Joker, who was laughing and mocking not only Flash, but a severely beaten Damian, bound and held up onto his knees by his hair.

"What's this? Little birdie doesn't want to chirp for me?" Joker cackled again, issuing a kick to Damian's ribs. "All to think, I spent all this time hunting you down. I heard you were a lot tougher than this."

"Let him go." Bruce ordered, though it was more of a plead. "You've got me and you'll get your money."

"Oh, how silly of you Mr. Wayne." Joker turned his attention back to his other captive. "I never wanted you. Your name was just big enough to grab the bird's attention."

"Well, you've got it." Robin stepped out into the open, making brief eye contact with Wally. The silent message was received. On his signal, Wally would move.

"Oh? We've got two little birds, huh?" Joker grinned madly, looking back and forth between Damian and Dick. "Well, now, who might you be?"

"Robin." Dick answered, looking behind Joker at Damian, whose pained scowl said more than enough. He was in serious pain. Where was Barbara though? "The one and only. You can let him go. There isn't a bounty on his head."

Wally gave Dick an alarmed look, but focused on looking for the signal. Bruce also looked back at him, surprise and devastation evident on his bruised and bloody face. Robin stood tall, staring Joker in the eye.

"Then who is he?"

"Nightwing." Damian spat, the clown behind him pulling roughly on his hair for speaking.

"Hm, you've got a point there," Joker snapped his fingers and a shot rang out.

Damian slumped to the floor, blood flowing out from underneath him. Robin quickly gave the signal and Wally jumped into action, collecting guns and avoiding bullets. Dick lunged for the Joker, punching him in the jaw before following up with a roundhouse kick. Joker stumbled back, but wasn't down. His associates were quickly taken care of by Wally, and now the speedster was knelt down next to Damian.

"Untie me!" Bruce struggled in the chair he was tied to.

Wally did as ordered, and both of them carefully turned the boy over. Blood was pouring from a bullet wound to the hip and Damian was unresponsive.

"Look, he needs a hospital now!"

"Go!" Bruce carefully deposited his son into Wally's hands.

Wally was gone in the next instant. Bruce grabbed one of the guns from the fallen clowns and aimed it for Joker's head. Robin stepped in front of it, speaking lowly.

"T, Jay, and B are outside. They might need help, so go."

"He shot—"

"I know, but I've got it covered." Dick backed away from the recovering Joker and pushed Bruce back towards the door. "Go!"

Bruce looked between Dick and the madman. He really had no choice. Robin was better equipped to handle this situation and he was still hurt from the beatings.

"Be safe."

Bruce, gun still in hand, left the warehouse room and Robin prayed he made it out to safety. Joker began to laugh hysterically. Now that Dick was on his own, the Joker seemed far scarier than usual.

"You've made it so easy!" Joker reached into a pocket and tossed the object at him. Gas immediately spurted from the circular device.

Robin kicked it back at the Joker and pulled an inhaler, breathing in that gas instead. Joker waited for a moment, just long enough for Robin to store his inhaler and give a confident smirk.

"Laughing gas. It's too bad I've got the antidote."

Joker's grin fell. "Who are you?"

"Joker, Joker, did you really think you could get away with keeping him all to yourself?"

The voice was familiar and Joker grimaced when Two Face stepped out into view. "I don't believe you were invited to our little play date."

"Yeah, well I didn't get an invitation either. Too bad, isn't it?" That was Poison Ivy, her vines wrapping around a few boxes and crushing them.

Robin took a step back. Joker he could handle, but Two Face and Poison Ivy along with Joker was asking for death. Ivy saw his move and her plants slithered towards the door.

"I saw him first!" Joker snarled, more irritated with his new guests than anything else. "Go find your own victims."

"There's none with such a high bounty, you know this." Riddler also popped out of a hiding place on a cat walk up above.

"Televising your whereabouts wasn't such a great idea after all, was it Joker?" Robin quipped. It was what he did when he was scared. He made jokes and did his best to distract the enemy. It covered up the fear, put arrogance in his voice, and generally created an opening.

"Fine, fine," Joker sighed pulling out a gun of his own, "let's play a game then. It's open season; whoever hunts the bird boy first, wins."

The rest of them seemed to agree, eying Robin hungrily. He was in trouble. He was in a lot of trouble. He couldn't run just yet. Bruce probably hadn't gotten all the way out of the warehouse and he needed to make sure their eyes didn't stray from target to target.

"You know, I'm really not a fan of hunting." Robin flipped back, avoiding Two Face's bullet before back tracking to avoid one of Joker's. This wasn't looking good at all. Ivy's vines were still creeping closer to him. He really needed something—anything to distract them long enough, give him some time.

The wall below Riddler burst into pieces and knocked everyone off balance. Flames were spreading and the vines creeping instantly recoiled under the heat.

JuJu, thanks for getting all of the stuff I've missed. Thanks to EchoedMusic, as well. Love it when you guys find my mistakes.