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Chapter 3: The Batcave
Batman sat at his large swiviling chair in the bat cave, stareing at the screens in front of him. Why hasn't Dick contacted him yet? The team left last night. Batman reluctantly eyed the Young Justice call button. Does this deserve a call? I'm sure Richard's fine, spent the night at The Cave. The bat sighed in anger. How irresponsible was he, to not call after the mission. The system showed that the entire team had finished the mission and went back to the cave. All . . . Five of them? No this was wrong.
Batman called Dick's com unit, but there was no reply. Bruce rubbed his nose with his fingers. Now he was worried. What if something happened to Robin, to Dick, his son. He shook his head and decided to call The Team.
An image of a redhead in yellow spandex filled the screen. "Kid Flash here, what's the problem"
Batman stared at the screen. "Where's Robin?" He said gruffly, in a forceful tone.
"Robin-who? You mean like the bird? Ha ha good one bats!" Wally laughed, slapping his knee.
Batman gave Wally a Bat-glare, forcing a scream out of him. "Now is not the time for jokes, Wallace, now where is Robin?" Batman yelled at the screen.
"Woah, dude, so you weren't messing with me? Well, who am I kidding, you're Batman, you don't make jokes. Anyway," KF said, switching his tone to be more formal "I don't know of any Robins. Is it a bird, someone's name, a weapon, or what?" Wally sounded confused.
Batman narrowed his eyes. Could it be? He called the rest of the team, with similar results. He took a deep breath and typed quickly at the keyboard, hacking into warehouse 16A's database. This was the mission. He continued hacking and found that it produced chemicals. Some of which, if mixed together, would cause memory-loss. But how could it be so specific? To forget one person?
BEEP BEEP BEEP
His work was interrupted by an incoming video message. A man in a purple suit was pressed against the camera. "Hello, Bats!" Joker cackled.
Batman gave a bat-glare at the Joker. "What is it, Joker?" The bat asked, venom in his voice.
"Well, you see, Bats, I'm going to play a game with you. You may be missing your Boy Blunder, but not to worry. I've got him right here! So, if you attempt to rescue him in any way, I WILL kill him. Oh, and I think that would be for the best, if you wanted to keep your identity a secret."
Batman roared at the screen. "What have you done with him?" He screamed in anger. His son, in the hands of the worst villan in Gotham.
In reply, the camera turned, and Bruce's heart dropped. There was his partner, his son, lieing on the ground, covered in blood, panting. Batman was too stunned to speak. The camera turned to the Joker grinning evily at the camera and them it stopped.
Batman sat, staring at the screen. How could that monster do this? Oh, God Dick has to be okay. Faster than ever before, Batman typed at the computer, zooming the video backwards, and stopped it at one frame. Bruce winced at the sight of his injured son. But wait. His hands were in an irregular position. His eyes through his mask were pointed directly to the camera, and his hands. . . Sign language! For one word. This is where Robin was! Of course he knew his boice would be drowned out in the video, so he signed his location to the camera. Batman narrowed his eyes and got into the Batmobile. One word.
"Archam."