NO CELESTIAL / dick grayson

sixteen, the young

"REMIEL. REMIEL. WAKE up. Come on." The voice was right beside her ear. Someone was in her room. Someone was practically talking into her right ear. She was supposed to finally get some rest, for heaven's sake.

She stirred in her bed. "What...?"

"Remiel. Wake up. Damian's missing."

Her eyes snapped wide open to meet Dick's. "Wait, what?"

His blue eyes were filled with concern. "Damian's missing. Tim was on duty tonight but Damian baited him out of the cave. He's taken one of the planes."

"Oh fucking hell, Nanda Parbat or—"

"The oil rig."

Remiel practically leapt out of bed. "I'll meet you in the cave in five. Bruce and Seraphina—"

"Gone ahead of us. Left as soon as they heard the news. Get ready, I'll meet you downstairs."

Oh fucking hell, she thought Damian had learnt this lesson after next time. But why the oil rig? What made him decide it was the oil rig after all, rather than Nanda Parbat? Brash and impulsive as he could sometimes be, Damian wasn't stupid. He wouldn't make such a gamble unless he was certain about it.

But Dick had already bolted out of the room, probably to get suited up. So she swallowed her questions and instead quickly ran downstairs. No time for anything else. In the Batcave she changed into her suit, grabbed her weapons and some food from the basket Alfred had left on the table.

Tim was preparing the plane. The smallest was missing—no doubt that one had been taken by Damian. And the other by Bruce and Seraphina. Leaving them with the largest, which also happened to be the slowest.

"How long is it going to take?" she asked, tilting her head.

"A little more than an hour." Because, right, the Batwing was that fast. But it also meant... Damian had likely already gotten there, or was close to it. She could only hope that Bruce and Seraphina were close on his tail.

"Scans and plans for the rig are there," he motioned towards another screen. "Brief yourself on it quickly. It's not much information, but it's better than nothing."

"How long until we can go?"

"Five minutes maximum."

She gave a little nod. They'd be a bit late, but surely the others would be able to hold their own for that long? And Damian wasn't silly enough to be immediately discovered. No. They should get there in time. Everything should work out in the end.

She kept telling herself that.

And by the time Dick had arrived, the plane was ready too. The three of them immediately got on, and a moment later they were flying off into the dark sky. Two o'clock in the morning. She'd been asleep for two hours.

"Feel free to catch some sleep if needed," Dick murmured to both of them. "It's auto-pilot anyways."

"One of us should still stay awake just in case," she reminded. "How long did you say it was, Tim? Around an hour?"

Tim gave a little nod.

"We can do twenty minute shifts each. I'll start? I'll wake you up after twenty, Dick."

"Works by me," he said with a shrug. She and Dick didn't need as much sleep. They'd already gotten some. But Tim had been on duty, which probably meant he hadn't slept a wink. Let him have a nice, uninterrupted forty minutes of rest first.

Tim gave a nod. "Right. I'll catch a little snooze. Get into contact with Batman and Seraphina first, though."

"Already on it," Remiel muttered, swiping away on the control board. "Batman? Seraphina? Can you hear us?"