Vigilante Struggles

Chapter 14

Dick's P.O.V.
Wait Grayson....wait....and..NOW. A blaring alarm attacks my ears, I quickly sprint to the left knowing Deathstroke will take action now before he loses his chance......again. I run through the obstacle course knowing that my attacker would find it harder considering he is not flexible.....or lean.

I dodge right avoiding a throwing knife, unfortunately this has forced me away from the obstacles. I turn quickly facing my opponent. My eyes darting around the room looking for a plan B. I finally relax my stance as my eyes catch the tightrope. Perfect. You know sometimes I think Bruce has set this gym up in favour of our alter personas.

I run at Slade. He stops his advances and takes up a fighting stance. The old me would rush into battle....Robin me that is. I went through a rough patch but that's over now. He unsheathes his katana holding it defensively across his chest. I want to laugh, he called me predictable! He is telegraphing his moves. I guess fighting him for years has rubbed off on me....in a somewhat positive way.

As I get closer to Wilson, I decide to play into my usual routine so that he doesn't catch on. I would routinely try to kick his legs from under him, he would always counter by jumping right, his strong side. That means I can take the left and reach high ground, where Slade isn't so confident. Then I need to stall for a few more seconds, until backup arrives.

After avoiding slade, I make it up the ladder, my heart rate slightly quickened in anticipation. Wilson quick follows up, angry with the fact he has been outsmarted. He stands across from me, standing inhumanly still, calculating, watching. I only need to keep the distance. I stay on the platform, it would be stupid of me to get on the tightrope, it would only make me vulnerable to attacks.

A flash of movement and I quickly duck to avoid a projectile, it passes me by too quickly for me to determine what it was exactly. Five more misses and Deathstroke starts to visible show his frustration. Fortunately for me the gym door bursts open revealing Damien and Bruce.....unfortunately for me....I get distracted and I finally know what Deathstroke was throwing. Darts.

I hiss in annoyance as I feel a sharp prick in my neck. Whatever was in the dart was fast acting as I found myself stumbling. My arms reaching forward grabbing useless air for support. I feel my body lurch with the sudden acceleration of falling. Flashbacks of my past in the circus disorientate me further. My body narrowly misses the net but I couldn't bring myself to care, whatever I have been drugged with is effective. I watch indifferently at Bruce runs towards me before losing my battle against the
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Bruce's P.O.V
8 minutes earlier

My body jolts awake. "What the...?" It wasn't till a few seconds later I realise the disturbance. A familiar sharp blaring alarm, I have unfortunately, became accustomed to, ringing aggressively in my ears. I quickly get out of bed and dress in whatever clothing was closest to me before rushing out of the bedroom and bumping into a small figure in the hallway. Damien.

"Father...the noise what is it? It is greatly unappreciated."

I sigh. "No time Damien, get Tim and get to the Batcave I need you to check which room it is coming from and who set it off...I'll get Dick and Alfred"

We quickly part ways and set out to figure this situation out. Alfred's room is closest so it's not long before I'm standing in the middle of his room watching him grab bits and bobs from drawers behind his dressing table.
"I presume you will be needing these sir?" He quickly presents three batarangs, a smoke bomb and a few concussion detonators. I will question this later.
"Thanks Alfred, Tim and Damien should be in the Batcave". He nods his head in understanding before briskly leaving the room.

I make my way further down the hallway spotting Dick's shut door, shouldn't be have heard the alarm. I burst into his room finding it empty. Had he already made his way to the Batcave? Or...did he set off the alarm. I hurry towards the stair case. Damien stands at the bottom staring wide-eyed up at me.
" Why are you not in the safe zone, we have...other means of communication" I demand.
"Communication is down..but that is besides the point. The gym father....it's Grayson" he replies impatiently. I sprint down the stairs and towards the gym. I can hear sounds of struggle even over the alarm. Damien rushes in beside me as I burst through the door. It takes me a second to analyse what I am seeing. Dick falls forward off the tight rope platform narrowly landing in the safety net. The shock of this development holds me captive as I find myself at Dick's side, having not realised I had made the journey in the first place. I remove the dart from his neck before trying to move him. He is completely out cold. I look upwards to glare at Slade Wilson. The alarm final stops as I stand slowly. There is no way Wilson is winning this.

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I am so sorry for these slow updates. This chapter is really short but I should have something soon...hopefully. Binge watching Titans takes time....anyway I hope everyone had a great Christmas!!!🎅🏻