Young Justice Season 3 (IDEA)

Super-Rampage

Nightwing's POV

I scanned everyone and everything around me. No one, nothing, led to a clue of where Artemis could be.

"Any ideas?" Tula asked Kaldur and I.

"There's nothing that could help us track her," I concluded, "Whoever took her, well, they took her perfectly."

"The only thing that helps is the guy that took her wore a Nightwing uniform," Kaldur pointed out.

"Great... Can't wait to be 'coincidently,' arrested," I muttered.

"Dick, you should go change," Tula told me.

I headed into their bathroom and took off my uniform, changing into a business suit.

Like Kaldur said, the man was wearing a Nightwing costume. So, Damian Wayne. I have to go to Grayson-Industries as Richard Grayson, get into their computer data files and find out where to find Damian Wayne AKA Nightwing.

I exited the apartment, "The sooner we find Artemis, the better. Tell me if you find anything else."

I grabbed an empty suitcase and exited the apartment building.

I flagged down a taxi and was immediately recognized.

"Mr. Grayson, fancy seeing you here," the man smiled.

"Richard Industries, please. How much will it cost me?"

"Please. For Mr. Grayson, no charge. But, can you write about me?" The man pleaded.

I nodded. We got a fanboy in the house.

The taxi driver started driving the taxi. I pulled out my phone and examined it.

"That's so weird," I blurted out.

"What is?" The man asked me.

"Uh, nothing," I replied quickly.

My phone was completely different. All the contacts, the apps, everything!

I hit my contacts, just to well, check it out. Supposedly I have at least a couple more minutes in the taxi, so I got time to kill.

Scrolling through the contacts I see a bunch of names I know, and a bunch I don't recognize.

Alfred
Barb AKA Best Wife Ever
Billy
Dr. Ridley
James
Jasmine
Lucius
Mayor Dent
Mrs. Quinzel
Rex Tyler
Zach

Wait, I'M MARRIED?!

The taxi swerves and the taxi driver pulls me and himself out of the car. I drop my phone and it cracks.

"Great..." I mutter to myself.

"Sorry Mr. Grayson, but Super is back!"

"Super?-" I ask as I get toppled by a Superboy...

QUE THE THEME SONG!

My entire body was pinned to a wall, by... Superboy.

"Superboy! Calm down!" I commanded him. He yelled at the sky, grabbed me and threw me straight at the taxi driver.

He and I hit the ground, "I'm so sorry!" I apologized as I threw myself up.

Okay, I might have lied about the suitcase. I opened it up and inside was all my gear. I put on my old utility belt and pulled out my staves.

I swerved out of a punch and hit Superboy in the chest.

"Is that fun for you?" I asked. He turned around in rage and punched me.

I could see the sky above me. The taxi driver grabbed me and ran me into an alleyway.

"Mr. Grayson are you okay-"

"I'm fine, sir. Please, you don't need to call me that. Call me Dick. Short for Richard," I smiled at the driver and turned back at the war, "How can we stop him?"

"You're talking to the wrong guy Mr.-uh-I mean Dick."

A man of red flew from the sky and slammed into Superboy, taking him down with ease.

"Red Tornado!" The taxi driver cheered. Red Tornado slammed Superboy down. The Taxi Driver, along with all the other nearby citizens, ran out to cheer for him.

Perfect, time to get out of here. I loaded my equipment back into my suitcase and climbed up to the rooftop. A couple buildings down was Grayson Industries. I hopped rooftop to rooftop and hopped the last building. My body was trembling. I owned a building, an organization... Or at least, this version of me did... I entered an elevator and went to the top floor. Hopefully that's where my office is.

I walked out casually, but immediately noticed that the other version of me sat at our desk.

I charged around a corner and hid.

"Hello? Don't be afraid, I don't bite," I heard alternate me say. A chair rolled back, and footsteps came towards me, "Excuse me, I apologize for frightening you, if I did, but I didn't notice your name on the appointment list."

I turned from around the corner and knocked alternate me out.

"Lunch break, Mr. Grayson," I chuckled to myself.