Dick dresses after Olivia has left for work. He plans to patrol as Nightwing to keep an eye on her.
Olivia realizes Dick is following her. He's far too protective.
"How are you this evening?" the boss asks.
"Could be worse."
"I suppose."
Dick doesn't like Olivia's boss checking out her ass as she walks by, but Olivia either doesn't notice or doesn't let it get to her.
He quietly surveys the restaurant customers for suspicious characters and sees one. Slade Wilson, Deathstroke. But he appears to be simply a customer. He doesn't seem to pay any extra attention to Olivia, acting like she is only a waitress.
Dick tries to figure out if this is good or bad.
Slade Wilson took a sip of coffee. What in the world was Grayson watching him for? He wasn't here for anything having to do with him...As far as he knew anyway.
A woman slipped into the seat in front of him. She gave the waitress her order.
When the waitress had walked away, Slade spoke. "Conducting a business contract in public is a risky procedure."
The woman smiled slightly. "They know me here. I have the owner in my pocket. It's how our waitress got her job."
"This means anything to me how...?"
"Over 20 years ago, you briefly participated in a scientific experiment."
"I was tricked!" Slade interrupted.
"Down boy. You weren't the only one my employers...used."
"I have a bone to pick with your employers, and believe me; I'm going to pick that bone if they ever get out of prison."
"They are out now. They're willing to provide...monetary compensation..."
"A contract."
"So to speak, Mr. Wilson. My job for the last 20 years has been to keep an eye on the girl. This is ever since my employers were sent to prison. Until recently, the girl was on a medication that...controlled a condition that was caused by my employers' experiments."
"You mean it controlled her nymphomania?"
"It's not exactly nymphomania. When her medication stopped working, she wasn't attracted to just any man. She was attracted to a man in a costume. I'm guessing he's the only one she's ever been attracted to. You're familiar with the man."
"Nightwing."
"Exactly. She got pregnant. She was going to abort the pregnancy, but he convinced her not to do it. It might have been for the better if he hadn't."
"Exactly what do your employers want?"
"Either for you to bring her to their new laboratory intact or, failing capture, induce a miscarriage. They'd also prefer if you brought Nightwing as well."
"I couldn't care less if they wanted to experiment on him, but I will not induce a miscarriage."
"You will have to bring her to the laboratory then."
"And what do they want her there for?"
"Simply to test the fetus to see if her disorder will pass on to it. They want Nightwing for...sperm donation."
"They're starting their experiments again, aren't they?"
The woman signaled for him to be quiet as their food came.
They spoke again once Olivia was out of earshot.
Nightwing frowned. This lady had to be hiring Deathstroke for something. Now he was worried that his reason for being in town did have something to do with Olivia. It was too hard to lip read their mouths, as they were at an angle that prevented him from lip reading.
Slade left the restaurant first. For a moment, he debated on whether to follow or to stay behind. It didn't take him long to decide. He had to be sure.
Slade smiled slightly as the costumed vigilante landed in front of him. This might make his job easier.
"What are you in town for?" Nightwing demands.
The smile on Slade's face widens as he suddenly kicks the other man in the face. "I understand you're going to be a daddy."
Nightwing blocked a punch from Slade. Then a kick. So, his being in town did have something to do with Olivia?
"What do you want with her?"
"I want nothing, Grayson. I'm doing this for they pay check." A grin spread over the assassin's face.
Nightwing realized something wasn't right.
"I'm being paid just to knock you out for transfer to a lab. You can't stop it. It's too late now."
The costumed vigilante looked down at his arm. He hadn't felt the needle sink in; he'd been so focused on fighting Slade.
"Lights out, Grayson."
Everything went black.
Olivia stopped and looked behind her. She'd heard something. "Dick?" When there was no response after a few seconds, she continued to walk home.
Suddenly, a hand clapped over her mouth. "Don't make a noise, and I won't have to knock you out."
Nightwing came to in a darkened room. His mask was gone, so he allowed his eyes to adjust. He could just make out a figure on a bed nearby.
When he tried to get up, he found that he'd been strapped down.
He uttered a curse word.
"Such foul language is not becoming of you," a woman said.
He seethed as a needle sank into the tender flesh of his testicles.
"My employers asked me to perform the extraction, but they didn't say a word about anesthetic."
He could hear the grin in the woman's voice. "You're the woman Slade Wilson met with, aren't you?"
"Very astute. I'll reward you with a dosage on anesthetic."
A needle slid into the flesh of his groin. Pain was soon taken over by numbness.
The woman turned to a tech behind her. "Complete the insemination process. I have further samples to obtain."
She turned back to her victim.
"Olivia Johns has very good taste in men, I must say. You have a VERY high sperm count."
"Either you work for the scientists that caused her medical condition or you're one of them," Nightwing said as a needle sank into his testicles again. He could only just feel the pressure.
"You are a very astute young man. I AM the one scientist the authorities could not lay their hands on."
"Bitch."
"Again with the foul language. I was employed in the original experiments because of my expertise in genetics. What I never told Slade Wilson is that I am in charge now. The experiments will go differently. There will be no forcing of male subjects upon the female subjects. That was a mistake. When this procedure is done, your costume will be returned to you, your memory of this incident will be erased and you will be dumped on the side of the road somewhere. Someplace beginning with..." She thought a moment. "B or maybe G."
Another curse word was uttered.
"Gag him," the woman instructed someone.
He fought the gag, but it went into place anyway.
"You shouldn't worry about Olivia's child. We've determined that her condition will not pass on to it. We'll even return her to her home with her memories wiped. She'll still adopt out the baby if she wishes, but the child will still come under my control."
A growl issued through the gag.
"I touched a nerve?"
Dick woke up in a hospital bed situated in the Batcave three days later. The last thing he could remember was leaving to follow Olivia to work. He could feel Alfred checking his pulse.
"Welcome to the world of the living, Master Richard."
"How...how did I get here?"
"Sergeant Bullock found you along the side of the road. Master Bruce brought you here as soon as Commissioner Gordon notified 'Batman.'"
Dick muttered to himself.
"I'm sure I wouldn't know where she is, Master Richard."
Dick looked at Alfred. Did he just ask where Olivia was out loud? "I was defending someone when I got koshed," he said, hoping it was a convincing enough lie.
Alfred nodded. He coughed slightly. "There are needle marks..." Another slight cough, "in your genital area, as well as an IV scar."
Ok, this explained why his balls were achy...
Thankfully, Alfred didn't ask any questions on the matter. He was, however, very curious how Dick had developed his amnesia.
"Perhaps you will remember sooner, rather than later."
"I hope so," Dick said. This had to be something to do with what had happened to Olivia years ago. It just had to.
"I know you don't do the information business anymore...Babs, I know! Just...can you look that up for me?" Dick said. "It's important."
Barbara Gordon sighed on the other end of the line. "Alright. Let me call you back when I get something. I have some other things I really need to do first." She paused. "I heard Bullock found you unconscious on the side of the road?"
Dick sighed. He'd gotten this from Tim also. "I guess he did?"
"And you really don't remember what happened to you?"
"I remember nothing."
Barbara made a tsking noise. "I'll see what I can hack. Try not to get kidnapped and virtually raped again."
Olivia watched Dick pace around his apartment. He'd shown up suddenly at her apartment, whisked her off to his. Now, he didn't want her to leave.
"I was told I called in sick," Olivia told him.
"Your memory was wiped. It had to have been, like mine was."
"You're suggesting that the scientists who made me what I am escaped from prison?"
"What else? You don't remember ever being sick and I woke up in a hospital bed with my memory gone and needle marks in my testicles!"
A little smile formed on Olivia face and then fell at the look on Dick's face. "I'm sorry, it's just that you said...never mind."
"You have a dirty mind, Olivia."
"When did you figure that out? Maybe it's a side-effect of the experiments."
"Don't look at me like that!" Dick suddenly exclaimed.
"Like what?"
"Like you're going to jump on me and have your way with me."
"So I'm expected to act like a whore all the time?"
"No! It's just...I'm sore. And I'm waiting on some information."
A/N: An extra-long chapter for y'all. Next one will be shorter though.