N/A: Alo! Hope you like this chapter, I don't know why I had so much trouble wth it. Anyways, I will be working on the rest of the requests, and I apologize if it takes some time, college gets crazy sometimes. Thank you, as always, for all of your support and the reviews, I always enjoy knowing that you are liking the series and what parts were your favorites!

Title: The Signal

Author: Rea Treoni

Rating: T

Characters: Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth.

WARNINGS: Uh...swear words.

Requested by: Moondreamer79 (I don't even know if it was a request, but they gave the idea, so that counts)

Disclaimer: I don't own any Batman related character. They are DC Comics's.

Nightwing stood on the edge of the warehouse rooftop, watching carefully the building below him searching for any kind of movement. After ten minutes of silence, the eldest brother look up, checking on each of his siblings.

Red Hood was standing two buildings from his, leaning against the wall, eyes still firmly focused on their target in as he played with his pocket knife, throwing it up and catching it by the hilt on its way down. Red Robin was on the edge of his own building, the one across Hood's, a pair of binoculars place between his eyes and Robin was firmly placed in the building next to Nightwing's, arms crossed and eyes firmly on the building they were surrounding.

"Okay, guys, a few more minutes and we should be good to start" announced Nightwing through the comm.

"About damn time, I was just seconds away to buy some donuts from the store on the corner" came Red Hood's response, Nightwing watches as his brother put away his knife back to its place.

"Everyone remember the plan?" inquired Nightwing, ignoring his brother, each brother nodded as they responded.

"Affirmative"

"Like the back of my hand"

"Yeah, yeah"

"Let's go over it one last time" suggested either way the eldest. It wasn't that he didn't trust his brothers, but the mission itself was very delicate and everything had to precise and effective.

They had been watching and tracking the movement of the Lord Drug for about a month now, who has been working with the Scarecrow on making a new lethal drug with the hallucinations of the fear gas going to a whole new level. The drug itself was still on its Experiment Phase, trying it on kidnapped people, who most of them were teenagers. They needed to stop them before the drug went to the streets.

The plan was simple. Enter, destroy the lab and all of their samples, delete their software with the drug formula of their system, rescue the hostages from the basement and take evidence enough to put the scumbag in jail.

Robin scoffed but answered anyways "I'm in charge on deactivating the alarm"

Red Robin's came up next "I will be downloading the software to our system and deleting it from theirs"

"And I will be going to the basement, taking care of the scum that would attempt to go upstairs at the disturbance and rescue the hostages quickly after" said lazily Red Hood.

Nightwing nodded "Good, and I will be heading towards the Lord's, taking the files" taking out his watch from his belt, he glance quickly at the time before putting it back "Okay, and if someone needs back up, you know the signal"

Silence

"Guys" groaned Nightwing, rubbing his face.

Robin clicked his tongue " 'tt' As if I would need assistance. Don't insult me, Nightwing"

"It's pretty basic and simple actions we have, I didn't saw the necessity" spoke Red Robin and Nightwing could see faintly how he shrugged his shoulders.

"Of course there is one" came Hood's voice "If anybody need back up, just do the established signal"

"Which is?" inquired Nightwing hopefully, glad that one of his brother's actually listened to him.

"Imitate the scream of a terrified little girl"

Nightwing face palmed himself "That's not the signal" he murmured annoyed, but his voice was toned down by his youngest brother's.

"Why would we imitate Red Robin?"

"Shut up, Demon"

"I thought imitating a bird would be to cliché" answered Red Hood.

"There are more animals than a bird, Hood" argued Red Robin, scoffing.

"So, the signal is imitating a talent-less excuse for a hero, understood"

"You lil' sh –"

"Guys, the signal are neither of those" informed Nightwing with force, putting an end to the useless argument. He sighs before speaking again "Let's just get to it. We are losing ti– " Nightwing sentence was suddenly cut off by a high pitch scream, each Bat cringed.

"We haven't even started yet, Hood. Tone it down a notch" complained Red Robin annoyed, glaring at his brother on the other building far away from him.

"But nice representation of RR" inquired Robin.

"Guys, that wasn't me" explained Red Hood, shaking his head softly trying to restore his hearing. The vigilantes tensed at the response of their brother and immediately took action.

"Status, everyone" called Nightwing a few moments later after each sibling went to their own way. As the twenty six years old vigilante ran down the hallway, avoiding the security that came through his opposite direction, his brothers answered.

Robin's voice came up first "Alarm is off" followed by a faint grunt of pain in the background "I'm currently taking care of the thugs of the outside"

"Red"

"A few more seconds and the software is dead for good"

"Hood"

"Going down the stairs right now, Nigh –I'M SPEAKING YOU FUCKER! Don't throw pots at me!" the sound of a gunshot appeared "RUDE!"

Nightwing rolled his eyes behind his domino mask "Good. I'm about to enter the office. Over"

"No one says 'over' anymore, you nerd"

Facing finally the office, the older brother groaned "Shut up, Hood"

The office was big and the wall behind the desk was covered in glass. The vigilante quickly went over the desk and started to search for the files.

"Hostages are safe" declared Red hood's smug voice "Beat you to it, Little Red"

"Not a competition" murmured annoyed Red Robin through the comm "The software is has been removed and the lab looks like Hood's room" state the young hero "I'm heading towards you Hood"

"Understood, Little Red" was the response "Bring me a donut"

"Not the time, Hood"

"You're a pair of imbeciles" deadpanned Robin.

The eldest of the four ignored the argument. After a few more seconds, Nightwing finally found the files. He let out a small victorious 'yes' and grinned proudly.

"Nightwing, what's your status?" asked Red Robin.

"Found them, Red" reassured Nightwing "Let's get out of here"

"And then donuts?"

"Would you stop with the donuts!"

"I'm hungry!"

Nightwing allowed himself to chuckle softly "Guys, let's meet up out –"he was suddenly cut off abruptly when a fist collide with his jaw.

At his cry out of pain, his brothers shout out "Nightwi –" but the rest was lost as his comm fell off his ear.

"Well, well, well" sang a deep and hoarse voice in front of the hero "So Scarecrow was right, huh"

Nightwing spit before rolling over, facing the Lord Drug and sending him a grin "Now that's a sentence you don't hear often"

The buffy man snorted before taking out from behind a needle with a green liquid inside "That's sad, because it will be the last sentence you will hear"

"Woah" exclaimed Nightwing as he dodged the incoming needle.

As the Lord Drug kept on attacking, making Nightwing to back up each time avoiding the needle, a pair of thugs came into the room, quickly heading and pinning Nightwing against the glass wall.

"Shit" cursed under his breath the masked man, pulling forwards trying to get loose from the thugs' hold with no quick success.

"Nighty night, hero" hissed the criminal hideous smirk on his face before pricing Nightwing's neck. The former robin grunted and almost instantly felt the effect of the drug.

Suddenly, there was no longer a pair of arms holding him against the wall, now he was flat on the floor, with faint sounds of screams and gun fires around the room. Nightwing tried to blinked, to clear out his eye sight, but it was no use, it was getting blurrier but he could make out small dots of red, yellow and black.

Then someone was calling him, it was young and it sounded angry and anxious "Damnmit, Gra–Nightwing! Hang on!" it pleaded to him, patting him on the cheek repeatedly.

"Red! How fast do we need to get him the antidote before…?" trailed off a deep voice somewhere around the room, this one sounded murderous and concerned and a little older.

Another voice, this one soft but firm, answered him "As in we leave right now"

"Subtle"

"The Batmobile is already downstairs. Take Nightwing, I will instruct A the steps to prepare the antidote so it will be ready once he get there. Robin, clear out our way out" ordered the red spot.

Nightwing watched as the yellow spot sprinted out the room and the red spot started to pace around. The young man suddenly found himself in the air, a pair of arms around him holding him up.

"Hang on, Dickhead" the deep hoarse voice murmured in his ear "We got you" it reassured, still moving forward.

The last thing Nightwing hears before blacking out was a repeat of 'We got you'. Somehow, he didn't know why, but it made him feel safe.

The next time Dick Grayson was aware of his surroundings, he was in the Medical Bay of the Batcave, with a bunch of people hovering over him. Five pairs of eyes were eyeing him carefully, as if they were preparing for something. Dick blinked confused before lifting lazily his right hand in greeting.

"Hi"

His family let out a breath in sync that Dick was scared for a second there. Everyone got a little loose and relaxed, leaning back from the bed.

"Seems like the Nightmares Episodes are over" declared Bruce, nodding to himself and rubbed a hand over his face, eyes expressing clear relief. The rest of the family shared the relief.

After checking the equipment and the patient, Bruce and Alfred left the room, leaving behind the four siblings in silence. They looked at each other, wondering who should be the first one to break the silence, which didn't took long before Jason, who was standing in front of the bed, volunteered himself.

"We had a signal, Dickhead" spat angrily Jason, arms crossed and glaring at him from his

"You…really got us worried for a second there" spoke Tim softly by his right side of the bed, rubbing the back of his head and watching Dick from the corner of his eye.

"You're so stupid, Grayson" deadpanned Damian coldly, but his action of climbing the medical bed and snuggling to his older brother spoke louder.

"Ah, I'm sorry, guys" apologized Dick, passing his arms over Damian's shoulders and holding Tim's hand firmly while smiling faintly at his brothers "I didn't meant to worry you"

Jason made a noncommittal sound "Yes, well, next time stick with the signal"

"I knew you would get me" answered Dick proudly, sending them a grateful smile.

The young sibling actually snorted "Of course. We will always get you, big brother" assured Tim, shaking his hand against Dick's, Jason and Damian nodding, agreeing for once on something.

Dick's smile just got wider.

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