Richard sat up, gasping from the dream he had. He tossed the sheets off of his body. Standing, Rick stumbled into his bathroom, turning the sink on as he entered. After splashing some cold water on his face, he examined himself in the mirror. His wet ebony hair was plastered to his forehead, almost to the top of his ice-blue eyes.

The nightmare he had been having replayed in his mind, making him shiver. The scariest part wasn't that he had died, but that it wasn't just a dream. It was a memory of three years ago, when he had first become Nightwing. The only four who knew were Wally, Roy, Artemis, and himself. Other than that, it was a complete secret. One that he intended to keep for as long as possible. Richard grabbed a towel to dry his face of when his cell stared ringing.

"One sec." He muttered to himself as he walked over to his phone, drying his face as he did. Dropping the towel, Rick took his phone of its charger and answered it. "Hello?"

"Hey Rick!" The caller answered. It was Wally. "I'm at Mount Justice. Roy's here too. Get over here, we have a big problem." He sounded worried…

"How big?" Rick interrogated, moving to the closet to get his Nightwing suit.

"Huge. Someone broke into CRINE a few minutes ago." Rick froze. That was bad. Really bad.

"I'll be right over." He hung up, pulling on his suit and mask as fast as he could. Rick then sprinted to the Zeta tube in the Bat Cave, angry that no one had woken him earlier. Forget his injuries from the previous night, this was important! One wrong move and, well, no more Richard Grayson. At the mountain, the rest of the team was already there, even Tim. He was standing by some of the new kids. Sadly, Garfield was the only name out of the new group besides Tim that Rick wasn't constantly forgetting, and that was only because they had met before.

"Nightwing, what're you doing here? I thought you were taking the day off." Megan stated, giving the dark-haired hero a searching look. He responded with a shrug.

"Well, if you're gonna bust into CRINE, it would be nice to have someone who knows the place help out." He responded. Most of the others, excluding Roy, Arty, and Wally, looked surprised.

"Y-you've been to CRINE before?" Stuttered Blue Beetle, or… Jaime, right? Yeah, Jamie.

"Sure have, multiple times. I DO have a life outside of this."

"You do?" Artemis asked teasingly.

"Yeah, I do." Rick responded indignantly. "It may be full of Disney songs and Anime, but it's a life." That prompted quiet laughter from the rest of the members of the team. He cracked a smile himself.

"Anyways," Batman interrupted. "One hour ago we received word from CRINE labs, saying that they had a break-in. The one who broke in is not only unknown, but also still inside." Nightwing's expression grew stern. That was bad. There were a lot of powerful beings in those labs, and a few were dangerous.

"What're we waiting for, let's go!" Nightwing growled. The others looked at him strangely, probably wondering why their former leader was so agitated about the mission. He had never been that way before. He turned away from the group, but Red Arrow grabbed his shoulder.

"Wait. Cool down, we can't just go jumping in there without a plan." He said, tightening his grip on Nightwing's shoulder.

"Yeah!" Wally chimed in. "Someone could get… hurt."

"Or killed." Roy raised an eyebrow at Rick, daring him to do something stupid. The hero sighed, turning around again.

"Fine, but let's make this quick. Anyone have a plan?" He snapped. The others looked at each other.

"I, for one, do not." Kaldur stated. "In fact, I've never heard of CRINE before today." The others nodded in agreement. "That means you are the only one who has ever been inside. So you should lead this one." Nightwing grinned, turning away again.

"Well then, let's go! For the plan, I'll just go with the old stand-by."

"What do you mean by 'Stand-by'?" Artemis asked warily. Nightwing stopped, looking over his shoulder with a sly grin.

"I'll make it up as we go along and hope it works. That's what I do with most plans." He chuckled at the slightly shocked expressions of his comrades. "Now get ready, we're leaving in 5."