From Gotham to Miami

We Are So Screwed

Author's Note: The clip is from Batman: Year One.

"Robin, how are we doing?" asked Nightwing into his com-link.

Nightwing, Red Hood, and Robin were at the Miami P.D. precinct.  Robin was making sure that Miami police officers/Q.R.T. didn't interrupt Nightwing and Red Hood's...ah, conversation with Commissioner Lee.

"All clear, Nightwing.  There aren't a lot of Miami P.D."

"That's funny."  Dick frowned to himself.

"Whatever, it'll be easier to have our chat with Lee that way," Red Hood shrugged.

The two brothers stealthy entered Lee's office, Nightwing slightly concerned and Red Hood all but purring in anticipation.

He never had been one for authority figures.

"Winchester, I told you not to interrupt me," Lee barked bad-temperedly.

Red Hood cleared his throat, impatiently waiting for Commissioner Lee to realize who was at the door.

"You're not Winchester."

"No shit," sneered Red Hood, causing Nightwing to step on his foot in the dark.

"What do you want, then?" asked the commissioner warily.

"We just want to talk.  And before you get any smart ideas, you should know that your phone's not going to work.  We cut the land line before we came in.  We came here to tell you that we aren't the bad guys.  But we do know who is," said Nightwing.

"David Cain.  Cain is an international assassin, who works with the League of Assassins.  He is extremely dangerous and a small request from us is to have the Q.R.T. both Miami and Gotham hunt him down," Red Hood added.

"Sorry, kids, but I have to take you both down.  And the little one," said the commissioner.  He rubbed a hand over his face and spoke to them the way he would to rowdy teenagers on Halloween night. 

"Listen, Lee, you're in a room with us and no help, you aren't going to arrest us," Red Hood said, all traces of niceness leaving his voice instantly.

"Who said I have no help," said the commissioner smugly.

The door burst open, "Gotham Q.R.T. on your stomachs, NOW!"

"Too bad you kids didn't clear this room for a bug first, huh?" Commissioner Lee smirked.

"Not as good as gettin' The Bat, but I still look forward to taking your masks," said Detective Harvey Bullock, smiling at the boys from the doorway.

"Dammit, Robin!"

Red Hood knocked a gun out of a Q.R.T. officer's hand and gave him a strong right hook.

"Maneuver twelve!"

Nightwing and Red Hood doubled teamed an unfortunate Q.R.T. before throwing down a smoke pellet.  Nightwing could hear Detective Bullock yell, "WHERE DID THEY GO!" as he and Red Hood grappled to a new building.

"Robin, do you hear me?" Red Hood said into his com-link.

There was nothing on the other end.

"Damn.  Shit!"  Red Hood swore viciously as he rappelled to the next building over.  He turned to Nightwing, a furious glint in his eye.  "What now?  I can't believe we left him alone!  We should have seen it coming."

"Red Hood, calm down," Nightwing said soothingly.  "It's fine.  We'll find him.  I doubt the Q.R.T. did anything to him or Bullock would have gloated to us about it."

"Then who did?  What if they took him with them?"

"Forget about what ifs, we need to find him," Nightwing said firmly.  He gave his brother a serious look.  "I promise when we find him, he'll be fine."

Red Hood shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact.  "Yeah, whatever.  Let's just go."

"Alright, he can't be far from the precinct," Nightwing thought aloud.  "He was alternating views from these three buildings."  He gestured at three, flicking a finger at the one they were already on.  "And he isn't here and he wasn't on the last one we checked."

"Let's go then."

They rappelled over, scanning the top of the building closely.  He wasn't there.

"He could still be in one of the rooms inside," Red Hood said with the air of a man grasping at straws.

"Let's find out," Nightwing agreed.  They walked over to one edge to find a broken window.  "Well, this is a pretty obvious hint," he said confusedly.

"Well, let's go," Red Hood said impatiently, gesturing for Nightwing to enter the room via the open window.

They both swung themselves inside and began searching the room.  After about two minutes, Red Hood trod on something soft and squishy.  He jerked back to see he had stepped on Robin's fingers.

"Oh, thank god, he's here," Nightwing exclaimed.  He practically flung himself across the room to join Red Hood, who was kneeling beside him.

"This is happening way too often," Red Hood said grimly.  "We have to be more protective of him.  He's getting injured too often."

Nightwing nodded shakily.  He was definitely going to have to keep a closer eye on Damian, who, speaking of which, was beginning to stir himself awake.

"What the hell just happened," he muttered, sitting up woozily.

"Whoa, easy there," Nightwing said, catching him before he fell.  "Do you remember how you got here?"

"I don't remember anything."  He let out a groan but tried harder to not fall over. 

"It's okay, it doens't matter," Red Hood assured him.  "We can figure it out later at the hotel."

"What happened to you two?"

"Q.R.T. showed up," Red Hood informed him grimly.

"Are they after you," Robin asked, suddenly sharper and wide-eyed.  He made to get up but Nightwing and Red Hood pushed him back into a sitting position.

"It's fine," Red Hood assured him.  "They probably followed us here, though, so we should get going soon."

Almost immediately after he spoke, they could hear a rush of footsteps pounding up the stairs.

"How many do you think there are," Robin asked sharply, getting to his feet despite Red Hood's warnings.

"A lot," Nightwing admitted.

Robin turned to face Red Hood.  "Todd?"

"At least two dozen," Red Hood confirmed.

Robin looked at both his brothers, his face still pale.  "We are so screwed."