Jason in the Ghost Zone

Handle it

"What was that?" Danny asked, tugging on Red's shoulder as the other boy left lancers class.
"A magic trick?" Red the boy replied with a raised eyebrow. "A pretty dumb one too."
"No, before that in the hallway, but we can talk about you magic trick too. Do you understand how much trouble you'd be in if people knew you could do things like that? And do you want to be expelled on your..." Danny caught himself as a new terrifying thought came to his mind. "You're making me sound just like my sister!"
"Smart sister." Red mumbled.
"What happened in the hallway?" Sam asked, her an Tucker coming up behind Red and Danny.
Red deflated a little at Danny's glare. "I was just saying hello?"
"Argh" Danny felt like pulling his hair out when Tucker started laughing, making Red smirk. "You said you'd listen to me if I brought you here." He glared accusingly at the ghost-boy.
"Listen, I'm sorry okay. Didn't know it was such a big deal. After that," Red jerked his thumb in the general direction of the class, "that guy'll never admit I owned him this morning." He tugged his hood a little lower. "No problem." His eyes flickered around the hall like he was looking for something and he turned the wrong corner.
"Hey next class is this way, Red." Tucker caught the ghosts backpack.
"Oh, right." Red said.
"Wait!" Danny pushed the ghost back around the corner as Valery came running past, obviously late again.
"Hey isn't that...?" Red poked his head back around the corner, but Danny pushed him back.
"Quiet." Danny shushed. Sam rolled her eyes and dragged Tucker with her to class.
"Shoulda guessed she went to your school." Red pulled out his schedule. "How many classes?"
"Two I know of." Danny marked the classes with the offered pen, mentally kicking himself for forgetting that Red and Danny had already. "You really need to keep a low..."
"Yeah I got it boss." Red stuffed the pen and paper back in his pockets along with his hands.
"Just stay out of trouble." Danny said, he really had too much to worry about already, with some teacher screaming that there was a... Danny sighed.
"Sounds like someone beat me to it, that something you gotta take care of?" Red asked.
"Stay here." Danny said, getting a sloppy salute in response.
Red watched the other boy rush down the hall. He wondered for a moment if he should try helping but (beep). Yeah the irritating noise seemed just a little more important.
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It would have been better for Batman to go. Dick knew, Barbara knee, Bruce definitely knew. Batman had even started the project with the intention of going. He'd wanted to go, as much as the Dark Knight ever wanted things. What they all knew, but no one said, was that Nightwing needed to go. It was the only way to push down the guilt that had nearly crushed him when he'd thought...
The calculations were incomplete, they all knew that too, but only Barbara said anything about it.
"Be honest here, how much is this going to hurt?" Dick asked while Alfred tightened some of the on the new, heavily armoured Nightwing suit.
"There's no way of knowing now." Bruce didn't look up from where he was finishing preparations in front of the bat computer.
"It wouldn't hurt at all if you'd just wait a few more days." Barbara's voice came through the speakers, the former Batgirl's face popping up on one of the screens angled away from Batman. "You could have done a better jib of convincing him to wait, Bruce."
Truth was Bruce hadn't even really tried talking Dick into waiting. When he'd seen how long the calculations were taking he'd stepped up to help, but hadn't done more than explain the risks of moving too soon when they'd started running out of time.
"We only have a week left to find him, Babs," Dick smiled apologetically. "Anymore time and we might loose him forever."
"Even one more day, just to look things over." She tried.
"I'll be fine." Nightwing slipped on the faceplate. " We know it won't kill me and that's enough. I can handle a little pain, compared to him this'll be nothing."
"Regardless, Master Richard, it might have helped us all sleep a little easier tonight," he cast a sideways glance at Bruce, "those of us that do sleep at least, if it were dealt with by someone with more experience."
"I'll manage Alfie, I have plenty experience with this sort of thing." Dick knew Alfred wasn't talking about missions.
"Boot up complete." Bruce said. "Get into position."
Nightwing nodded an stepped onto a circular platform just big enough for him to fit when a clear plastic tube walled him in.
"This is the last time I'll ask if you're sure you want to do this." Bruce said, his finger hovering above the launch switch.
No, he wasn't sure, bit he knew that if he didn't go, he wouldn't have forgiven himself. This was the only way he'd ever prove to both himself and Jason that he was willing to be there. So he nodded, glad for the mask covering his face.
"Gotham needs you, and we'll be back as soon as we can."
"You have at most a week." Batman said. "Contact me if there's any complication."
That was as much of an 'I'll be there if you need me', as Dick had gotten from Bruce since he'd first left Gotham, it calmed Nightwing more than any of the pep talks he could have given himself.
"Place can't be that big, even without the tracer I'll find him in no time." Nightwing said, forcing as much false cheer into his voice as he could.
Batman flipped the switch.
Nightwing didn't remember if he screamed, but when he opens his eyes, he knows that it's either worked, or he's having a really trippy coma dream. He also knows that without the tracer he's have no chance of finding Jason, so he needs to move as fast as he can.
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Red's cursing got him a glare from some red haired girl when he looked under a table in the library and found nothing that could be causing that freaking annoying beeping noise.
The sound got louder, not by much, but enough to make him very nervous. He peered between books, searched corners, even looked behind the blinds, but still found nothing, and it was leaving him feeling like something was about to explode. (Beep). A glimpse out the window told him that Danny was still busy chasing after glowey green bugs - there went the normalcy he'd thought this place had.
It didn't look like he needed help, so Red decided to keep looking for the (Beep) for that.
He stomped out of the library and the sound didn't get any softer until it stopped as fast as it had started in the first place. Red sighed and raked a hand through his hair. A bug came close and he waved it off, he'd seen what the things had done to some of the other kids in he school, and he already had enough trouble falling through he floors without them making it worse.
The bug moved on and set down on the blonde jock from earlier.
"Crap." Red watched the guy run for he bathroom as his skin turned a little green. He had a feeling that wasn't going to end well, so he followed after the other other boy and tapped on the only occupied stall, wincing a little at he gagging he heard inside.
"I don't feel so good." The door opened, showing the boy had shakily gotten to his feet.
"Hey, how about I...?" Red's offer of help was cut of by a beam of energy to his face.
"You!" Dash picked Red up and threw him into the wall on the opposite side of the bathroom so hard he cracked some of the tiles.
Red groaned as he got back to his feet, leaning against the wall with one hand.
Red pointed a finger at the boy that had somehow turned into a monster. There went staying out of trouble. "Listen you price of..." Red's other arm chose that moment to go intangible, making his head smack into the wall, knocking loose a few of the cracked tiles. The sound echoed through the bathroom, and Red heard a scream from the hallway. Whether that was from the bugs of the disembodied hand he had no idea.
Dash lifted Red off the ground again, earning himself a foot to the face. Red kicked off and flipped to land back on his feet. He drew back a fist, only to be shocked out of his attack by the other boy turning back to normal and and collapsing.
The hat on his head chimed and red smacked it off as he pulled his hood back up. He bent I've the jock and checked for a pulse, relieve to find it strong under his fingers. All it took was a little shake and the blonds eyes opened.
"What?" Dash groaned holding a hand to his head.
"Come on." Red helped the other boy to his feet. "I'll help you to the nurses office.
A part of Red wanted to leave he jock to pull himself off the ground, but another part knew that helping was right, and would make Someone proud of him.
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Two dimensions away someone was looking at a red and gold uniform, a warm feeling he couldn't explain tugging at his chest.