Gotham emergency

Chasing nightmares

     A dark-haired police officer raced through the street while rain poured down on top of him blurring his vision. Splashing through the puddles of water as they turned a Dark crimson. As he rounded the corner the still figure of a Redhead came into view. Blood pooling around her un-moving form.

     "Babs!" Dick shot up knocking his blanket onto the floor. He gasped trying to steady his breathing as he looked around the room "Just a dream" he reassured as he laid back against the bed sweat drenching His whole body. He closed his eyes hoping to go back to sleep but his efforts were all in vain as the cool night air hit his sweat-covered body. Reluctantly he got up and grabbed the hoodie off his chair and slipped into.

     It had been nearly a year since that night but the memories were still burned into the back of his head. He and Barbara had been out on a routine call when the suspect opened fire barely missing a little kid. The guy made a break for it and Barbara rushed after him. Dick had been six feet away when he heard the shot, he rounded the corner to find her lying out in the middle of the street bleeding out. Luckily the EMT had gotten there just in time, sadly there was nothing that could be done for her spine. She quit the force and became an emergency dispatcher.

     Within the last two weeks, his nightmares had gotten worse and he knew why. Tomorrow he was to get a new partner, a transfer from Buldhaven. The thought of having another partner both excited and sickened him. What if he failed again and got another person hurt? or worse killed?

     He stumbled his way down the stairs into the kitchen where his little brother sat at the counter studying a bunch of photos.

     "Shouldn't you be asleep?" he asked crossing his arms as he leaned against the doorway.

     "You too," Tim retorted taking a sip of his coffee "Another nightmare?"

     "Yeah" Dick sighed sitting down next to him "This is the Joker case"

     "Yep," Tim grimaced. The Joker was a rather big case right now, he toured his victims and then cut smiles onto their faces. He was flashy and cocky but mostly he was good. It had been at least ten years since he started and still, no one had caught him. He seemed to take some sort of sick pleasure in his work.

     "I heard one of the guys say there might be a break in the case" Dick smiled hopefully.

     "Afraid not turns out the guy was lying" Tim sighed moving the photos around.

     "Well I feel like we'll have one soon, after all, Gotham's greatest detective is on the case" Dick grinned putting a hand on Tim's shoulder "Our very own Grisom"

     "Really?" Tim tilted his head "I always saw myself more as a Horatio"

     "Oh no, you're definitely Grisom, weird guy with strange methods that make everyone wonder whether you're brilliant or Insane" Dick laughed ruffling his little brother's hair.

     "Will you two shut up! Some of us have to be on call in two hours!" Jason yelled from the couch.