To be From The Dark

#4

Jason had been pacing- waiting for the right moment to jump down from the roof, but he quickly discarded that due to the uneasy feeling he had. Jumping down only to break in through one of the many windows in the warehouse. Being here, sent chills down his spine. He wandered the halls- looking for a specific room. Under his helmet, he bit his lip, as he let the pained cries guide him.

Soon enough, he found himself in front of the door of the room that Nightwing was being held in. Jason pulled his pistol out of the holster that was on his thigh. He'd kick the door down, seeing red with rage as joker brought an all too familiar crowbar down on Nightwing's leg. The scream that erupted from the older male sent violent chills down his spine.

Redhood brought the pistol up, as joker looked at him. He pulled the trigger- killing joker with a bullet to the head. Blood splattered across the room, as Redhood rushed forward, kneeling down, "Nightwing," He holstered the pistol, his gloved hands going to the other male's biceps. he watched as the other male's eyes closed through the crack in the domino mask.

He grit his teeth as he pulled the pistol out again, aiming it at the restraints to break them as he pulled the trigger, only to put it away again, and pick the unconscious male up. a arm under the other's shoulders, and one under the knees, before re-positioning so that he held the male to his chest. He was surprised that he could hold the other with one arm, but it was harder to balance dead weight than he'd originally thought.

Jason had to work to get a good hold on the other, before he actually started to leave. Trying to not jostle Nightwing- who he'd soon discover the secret ID of. He grumpily sighed, tightening the clasp of his helmet. the leather creaked in protest, rolling his teal eyes. Something nagged at him- maybe it was something about the colour of the other male's eyes.

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Tim, the coffee addict of the Wayne family- no, bat family, was sitting at the bat computer, wearing his suit. he'd already stayed up for the past three nights- not stopping to stray from his work of attempting to track his elder brother, Dick. Or better known as Nightwing. All he was surviving on was the meals Alfred brought down- and the coffee that he lividly depended, on for life.

So far- he'd gotten no leads- besides for the articles covering the splatters of blood across the rooftops. It nagged at him that something had happened- and Damian's impatience with his work was really starting to bother him. But that's when he saw it- His baby blue eyes widened as he saw a blurry image of Nightwing being carried by some thugs-Blood trailing down the more muscular man's body.

That was his brother's blood- Timothy scrambled to his feet, ripping off his mask and throwing it down on the desk, as he hurriedly sprinted up the spindly stairs to the manor. "DAMIAN!" He shouted, before he crashes into the wall beside the younger male's room. "What do you want, Drake?" The younger male hissed as he ripped his bedroom door open, glaring daggers at the teenager who scrambled to his feet.

"I found a lead!"