Sorry for the shortness, I don't own anything.

Roy slipped inside the opening, Robin leapt gracefully down and looked at the three halls

"I'll take the straight, Red, take left, Imp, take right, holler if you find Nightwing"

The other two boys obliged, happy that someone was taking command, Robin darted straight ahead while Red Arrow sprinted, looked around a corner, decided at random where to go, then sprinted again, Impulse did every single possible way at super speed.

Tim skidded around another corner, the concrete walls seemed to twist and turn as he poured all his energy into the mad dash.

The raven haired boy came to a large room, it was almost cave like with a few scattered wooden chairs, he didn't take the time to examine it further, he continued faster.

Red Arrow peered around the corner, his bow drawn and ready, his eyes widened as he saw rows and rows of large coffin-size rectangles in the ground, a catacomb.

The redhead gave a quick sharp whistle without even letting his eyes leave the coffins. Impulse skidded right next to him

"Whoa."

Robin dropped from a hatch in the ceiling

"Impulse, check the lids, his name or picture must be on one"

Bart nodded and zoomed around, he was just a blur that was all over the place, until he stopped

"Found it"

He kneeled down and tried to push the lid, it didn't budge. The two older boys went over, Roy kneeled down and shoved his bow into the narrow seam between the lid and floor, levering the device.

Robin tightened his gloves and said

"It's too heavy, no air in or out."

Bart pursed his lips and vibrated as he really pushed to the max, Robin and Red Arrow all shoved, finally getting the heavy marble lid to budge, still not fast enough.

Superboy crashed through the ceiling, covering the three boys in dust.

"Move."

Conner immediately shoved the lid off the casket thingy and sent it flying through the wall. Nightwing was in there, it almost looked like he was sleeping, Roy knew better and pulled his friend out. Then checked his pulse.

The ginger archer started pushing against Dick's chest, counting under his breath.

The others waited, too scared to leave in case Roy couldn't bring Nightwing back, too scared to stay, as if their presence would somehow make it all worse, if that was possible.

Tim's world was pretty much tumbling down, if Dick didn't make it out, who would lead?

Who would tell Jason?

Or Alfred?

Or Bruce?

The last one was the most terrifying, Jason would probably blow up a few buildings, kill a few baddies but then get over it, Alfred would be upset.

But Batman?

That was going to destroy Gotham and possibly the entire League.

Bart was wondering how this happened, Nightwing had a bad past, sure, but Dick was supposed to save civilians in Bludhaven when it gets flooded with radiation. Nightwing was meant to become Renegade, Nightwing had to fall in love with Starfire. He had to lead other heroes in his life, not die.

Superboy was just frozen, desperately trying to pick up a heartbeat, even a faint one would do, nothing.

Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, I wasn't able to find any time to write this and I was at camp for a while. The next chapter will be better but I'm losing my muse to write this.

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