The Phantom Robin

3: Phone Call

Dick grunted as he was tossed to the mat by Jason. You'd think they would be doing something else, but for them there wasn't much else to do. They both had their homeworks and projects done or at a point of needing a break. Yes, Jason was going to college, Bruce wasn't going to have it any other way. It was either go to college or get a job working for him at the company like Tim, or something like that. Jason chose college.

"You're slacking." The older teen called down to him, circling his fallen form like a lion would an injured gazelle. "What's on your mind?"

The first Robin said nothing as he jumped to his feet and charged the other. They quickly got into another round of hand-to-hand combat. It was rough and brutal.

Jason winced as he was harshly elbowed in the ribs before he shoved the other dark-haired teen away from him. Dick wasn't usually this aggressive during their training. At least, not out of costume. Something must've been irritating him.

Huffing, the once dead adult rushed the other, slamming him with a series of fast punches. Of course, Dick blocked all of them. Jason then dropped down and swiped the other's legs out from under him.

The seventeen-year-old landed on his back harshly, quietly gasping for air. This stunned reaction gave Jason enough time to get on top of him, successfully pinning him down. Jason's blue eyes were hard as he narrowed them at the other.

"Come on, dumbass, talk." He growled.

The shorter boy scoffed, rolling his own blue eyes. "What? Are you going to interrogate me like you do criminals?" He raised an eyebrow with a teasing smirk.

Jason glared more, putting more pressure on Dick's body. Something was bugging the other boy. He just wasn't sure what that was. He hated not knowing. It all started after they got rid of that bomb the other week. Annoying.

Suddenly, Dick's iPhone began to ring with a circus tone. As suddenly as the ringing appeared, Jason found himself flat on his back and Dick now having his phone in his hands, off the mat. The older boy glowered, pouting a little. Dick also knew how to get out holds like that, it was so annoying.

"Hey, Haley, how's the-" The boy was quickly cut off by the old man, his voice frantic.

"Dick, you have to track the last number on my phone!"

"Whoa, whoa! Haley, what's wrong? Are you being threatened?" The teen's tone of worry shifted to a darker one. The last time someone had threaten Haley, his parents paid the price. He won't let that happen again.

"N-No! Not at all!" The older man's tone shifted slightly to a tone of wonder and hope. "Dick, I... I had a call from Danny."

The name was whispered, as if saying it would make the fact less true. Dick found his legs suddenly buckling, him falling to his knees with his eyes wide. Danny had called Haley? But... Danny's been missing for almost ten years. Missing with their aunt and uncle and cousin.

"Dick, I'm not crazy... I know it was Danny." There he went again, saying that name again.

Jason was by Dick's side, right after his collapse, well, so were the other Robins and even Bruce himself. They had grown worried when Jason yelled out the first Robin's name. They were surprised to see such a hateful, worried, loving, and conflicted look on the original Robin's face. All they knew was he was talking with Haley, so what was the old man saying to cause such a unique expression to cross the boy wonder's face?

"You have to find him, Dick. He... He wanted to talk with your parents..." The old man's tone softened, whispering once again as he spoke his last line.

The confliction grew as did the look of grief. His eyes then hardened, and he bounced to his feet. Swiftly, he crossed the Batcave to the large mass of computers.

"Tell me the number." His tone was anything, but pleasant. The others could only assume what Haley said because once he said those numbers, Dick hung up.

All he needed was the numbers to find the truth. He could only hope so much, and should that person be using that name for bad intentions, God have mercy on them for Dick won't.