Dick Grayson one shots

Gotham needs some serious help

Background: Bruce never became Batman when his parents died, instead he followed in his father's footsteps and became a doctor. Dick, (who Bruce adopted as usual) followed that career path as well.

Dick sucked in a breath when he heard the gun cock, the barrel pressed to the back of his head.

"You're a doctor right?" A deep voice asked.

"Yes," Dick replied, trying his best to keep his voice even.

"Good," the man behind him said. "You're going to be helping me then."

Dick stiffened slightly. "If you'd kindly let me go and step into the hospital they'd be able to get you the help you need," he said, some of his fear melting into annoyance.

"No can do," the man said. "I'm sure they've all been told what to do if they see the Red Hood. And frankly, that involves more police than I'm really willing to deal with.

"So what do you want from me," Dick asked, his annoyance clear in his voice.

Red Hood laughed. "Unless you want me to walk into that building and shoot everyone in sight you're going to hand me your keys, blindfold yourself, and come with me."

Dick tensed, holding his key out in one hand. Bruce was still on shift, that combined with the number of innocents who'd be killed made him take the blindfold Jason was holding out and tie it over his eyes, allowing himself to be shoved around the car and into the trunk.

The car's engine started, and Dick tried to force himself to be calm. This wasn't the first time he'd been kidnapped, and he did know a fair amount of self defense... but he was guessing that wouldn't exactly help in this situation.

Eventually, the car slowed to a stop, the noise of the trunk unlocking and opening shaking Dick from his thoughts.

Jason grabbed Dick by the arm, dragging him along next to him.

They walked for a moment before the blindfold was removed from Dick's eyes. He blinked, eyes adjusting to the new level of light, dim though it was.

An alley stretched in front of him, its walls lined with the huddled forms of bodies, wary eyes peering up at him. Babies cried and children whined. The alley filled with hungry bellies and hurting souls.

"Help them," Jason insisted, shoving Dick forward.

Dick turned back toward Jason. "Like I said before, if we go back to the hospital—

"They can't afford that," Jason snapped. "They live on the streets or in crumbling apartments, waiting for the gangs to either take their children or kill them. They're hurt and you're a doctor. Help them."

Dick sighed. "I'll need medical equipment," he said.

"Done," Jason said. "Everything you should need is inside already. Any prescriptions will be written down and filled."

"You know kidnapping me isn't going to stop things like this from happening again," Dick said quietly.

"Leave that part to me," Jason growled.

Dick raised an eyebrow. "You haven't done a very good job at fixing it so far," he noted.

Jason's frown deepened. "That's why you're here to help," he growled, roughly shoving Dick around the corner and into a building.

The room they'd entered was filled with various medical instruments, the stereotypical hospital smell filling the room. The corner of Dick's mouth twitched up when he saw the murals painted on the room's walls.

"I trust I don't have to tie you to something to keep you here?" Jason quipped, one brow raised.

"You're so funny," Dick grumbled. "No, you do not have to tie me to something.