From the second he was kidnapped, Dick Grayson knew he had a role to play. He was the son of a billionaire, which entrapped him into the stereotype of a snobby rich kid. He knew the first thing he had to do was disguise his voice. Slade and Robin fought constantly- he had to make his voice different. He was taken back to the lair with cogs, chrome, and dirt. Tied up and tied to a chair, all Dick wanted was to have Slade lean down toward him in a condescending manner, just so he could spit in his face.
Slade didn't know Dick Grayson. He would make his life miserable until he was let go. He would whine, complain, and be a completely pretentious jerk. His plan was formulated, and he was confident it would work.
When he was first presented to Slade, he stuck his nose up in the air and gave an indignant huff.
"Welcome to my lair, Mister Grayson."
"You call this rat infested stink hole a lair? Wait until my father hears about this. He'll eviscerate you, and this cess pool you call a lair."
"That's exactly what I'm counting on." Said Slade with a sneer. Then, walking to the large screen that loomed over the room, he began recording a special message for one Bruce Wayne.
The second Dick was kidnapped, Batman was spurred into action. He found the odd symbol on the ground and sprinted back to the manor.
Bruce called Commissioner Gordon and notified him of the kidnapping. He bolted to the BatCave, taking Alfred with him. His paternal instinct was in overdrive. He would stop at nothing to find his son. Suddenly, a message flashed onto the screen.
He pressed play, and Slade's face filled the screen.
"Good evening, Mister Wayne. I trust it has certainly been an eventful one. You don't need to know anything about me, although I know quite a bit about you. The facet of knowledge about you I find most intriguing, is that your company is working on an antidote to cyanogen chloride, an agent which infiltrates the blood stream and is highly toxic. I want thirty gallons of it delivered to me within the next twenty-four hours, or your precious son will receive the last bit that I have gotten my hands on. I look forward to doing business with you."
The screen went fuzzy.
Batman immediately went to track the location, and found it to be an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Jump City. So, he was the one Robin was obsessed with. For a moment, Batman sat there in silence, thinking about how to make his next move. Although he was a bat who preferred to work alone, he could see the sense in working in tandem with the Titans. After all, they could get to Dick faster.
Sighing, he called the Teen Titans.
When Batman appeared on the Teen Titans screen, Beast Boy nearly fainted.
It was Cyborg who stepped up to speak to him.
"Batman, how can we help you?"
"An enemy of yours is causing trouble in Gotham. Slade has kidnapped Richard Grayson, son of Bruce Wayne and is currently holding him hostage. If Wayne doesn't meet his demands in the next twenty-four hours, his son will be killed. I need your help getting him, because I can't get there for another two hours."
"We'll be there." Cyborg promised. Batman gave a nod.
"These are the coordinates of his hideout. Good luck."
Batman disappeared, leaving only the coordinates on screen.
"Let's go, y'all."
They left.
Richard Grayson was not a patient person. He despised waiting almost as much as he despised Slade, and that was saying something. As he sat in his chair, he started complaining.
"This is taking for-ever, and it's boring. This place stinks like a garbage dump, and doesn't look that much better. I hate sitting here and doing nothing, it sucks worse than sitting through one of my father's high class functions. And as for your henchmen, they could all use a good round of soap and water, because they stink worse than your so-called plan. Just you wait until I get out of these ropes, Father will shut you down faster than a computer."
Slade had steam coming out from his ears.
"Quit your whining, boy."
"I am not whining, I am complaining. Do you want to hear whining?"
Slade sighed.
In the most annoying voice he could manage, he said, "These ropes are too tight, they're going to chafe, my arms hurt from being like this so long, and I want a glass of water!"
Slade was about to backhand the boy across the face when the Teen Titans burst in and Beast Boy, as a stegosaurus, rammed Slade into the wall.
"Finally!" Commented Dick. While the other Titans continued their assault on Slade and his cronies, Raven let the boy out of his bindings.
"Ugh, thank you, those things chafe like you wouldn't believe." Raven Nodded, before going to fight with the others. He walked toward the gaping hole in the wall. Daddy wasn't there. Dick rationalized that- perhaps Batman was coming. He was proven correct when Batman came out of the shadows to personally deliver an array of punches and kicks to his son's greatest enemy. Once he finished, he disappeared into the shadows, and into the limo waiting out back, and changed back into Bruce Wayne. Dick waited for his father by the hole in the wall, but walked over to the titans.
"Thank you for all your help." He said, earnestly. They all smiled a bit.
"You are most welcome!" Starfire said. Suddenly, a black limo pulled up, and Bruce Wayne stepped out. Dick's face split into a grin and he ran to his father.
"Dad!" He yelled, hugging his father. Bruce happily returned the hug, so glad to see his son safe and sound.
The titans watched the heartfelt reunion before heading back home.
As he sat with his son in the limousine, he held him close and whispered,
"Everything is going to be alright now, son. Everything."