Dick Grayson (Police Officer AU)

Candle Light

A thunderous crash sounded as Jamie fell through the wall.

"JAMIE- oh."

Dick looked down to where Jamie fell, only like two feet. He sighed in relief and jumped into the hidden room.

Jamie winced and sat up, covering his nose, "Ugh... what's that smell?" He questioned.

Jason poked his head into the hole and blinked, "Was not expecting that, hm." He jumped in as well and did a sharp intake, "I think it's that shit, over there."

Dick and Jamie looked to where the other was pointing and they grimaced. It was a pile of human waste, blood, bones, and organs.

"What the hell...?" Jamie walked over and took photos on his phone and sent them to Tim, covering his nose and mouth with his sleeve. "We need to close this place down... and bring whatever this is too Tim."

"Yeah... but, uh, how?" Dick asked squatting down to inspect the jars close up.

"Company car, remember?" Jason taunted as he whipped out his phone and called Alfred.

Soon, three sleek cars pulled up to the scene and carefully loaded the bottles, jars, and muck into them before driving off. Jamie rode with Jason, not wanting to be distracted from his work.

As they got back to the station, Tim looked frazzled as he said, "A lot of this matter is artificial... some of it human, yes, but the rest..." he moved his scalpel a bit before gasping, "Jason!"

"Ah! What?!" Jason dropped his phone onto his foot before walking over.

"Call the morgue, I need to investigate Colin's body, as well as the other two." Tim demanded, not wasting any time with his orders.

Jason mock saluted before heading out of the room, patting Dick's shoulder.

Jamie was sitting at the computer down the hall, "Only one more code... just one left..." he whispered as he glared at the flashing red denied screen.

Jason poked his head in, "Yo, criminal, I'm heading to the morgue. If Tim-bo or you or Dick needs your muscle, you know where to find me."

"Fine fine," Jamie paused, "Wait... the morgue?" He looked confused.

"Yeah, apparently the matter we found was mostly artificial, Timmy wants to do more tests." Jason said with a wave, his boots clanging as he trudged down the hall.

Jamie sighed and rubbed his eyes, looking over his notes. "This will take a while." He mumbled.

Dick looked at Tim and exhaled, "I... I know Jamie told you what happened." He finally said.

Tim glanced up at him before back down at the screen, "Yes, it's not my place to say... but you messed up." He informed.

"I know. I'm trying to make things right with him, but it's not going so well." Dick leaned against the desk.

"Dick, as much as I love you, I'm not a therapist. Okay? Jamie needs time, you're distracting him and confusing him. Try talking to him after this case." Tim suggested, leaning closer to the screen to read it.

Dick nodded and smiled faintly, "You're right... I'm sorry."

"Don't be. At least, to me."

•••••

It seemed like forever, but Tim was inspecting the body of Colin. His eyes widened and he pursed his lips, "His body... it's partially fake."

"What?" Dick blinked and walked over, "How can that be?"

"Apparently, this sick criminal is trying to Frankenstein his way through life. If you read the earlier documents on the flash drive they were just horror movie clips or quotes, now it makes sense." Tim pushed his chair away from the desk, "He's trying to be the new Victor Frankenstein."

Just then, Jamie burst through the door, "I got it unlocked, but the thing is... it just says, 'say goodbye', I don't know what that is supposed to mean." He looked puzzled.

The doors swung open again and Bruce looked distraught, "Dick, it's Damian, he's gone!"