Red Shadow X Robin

Chapter 1

-NEW YORK CITY-

The dry silence loomed in the warehouse. The cold strong wind was rubbing between the old empty containers threatening to make them fall. It was surely an icy night, no one dared to venture far into the city with this wind.

And in the middle of that storm, a black van made its way into the harbour stopping right next to a red large container.

A bald tall man got out of the vehicle holding their weapons close to their chests, checking the area before knocking on the back of the van, signaling his two partners to come out, his threatening eyes not leaving their surroundings.

Not so far, perched on a crane watched a boy through his domino mask, a bright gold R on the chest of his suit. He observed each of two individuals and looked ready to jump at them any moment.

"Nightwing to Robin. I see the target moving from here." His partner's voice informed through his ear piece.

"Copy."
Robin confirmed him.

"We wait until they get out." Nightwing replied observing from his angle.

About half an hour later, a person finally came out, he was a guard assigned with keeping an eye on a certain professor who came after him.

"Nightwing he's out." Damian narrowed his eyes when he realized who the second person was.

"I see them. On my signal we're in." Dick informed noticing a certain black case.

Once they were all out, smock blocked their sight as many bombs rolled their way. 

"What is this?!" The first yelled in Russian. 

The bald man glared around holding his weapon tighter, "Shoot!" He commanded in his Russian accent.

One of them grabbed the professor by his collar and dragged him to a motorcycle, managing to escape.

Nightwing's dark silhouette sneaked behind one of them kicking him from the back while Robin disarmed them with his electric shocking device. The gun pointed at him was soon cut down by his blade.

The two moved swiftly avoiding the bullets of the hitman who was in possesion of the case they were after.

Damian rolled his eyes crossing his arms, checking around. "We lost the professor." He narrowed his eyes.

"We still have this." Dick replied putting up the black case.

Robin and Nightwing headed back to the Wayne building they temporarily resided at. After arranging their suits, they settled in the computers room to open the case they brought.

"Security bypassed" Damian stated passing it to Dick next to him.

He opened it then took out a large tube filled with brown liquid which then he poured some on the scanning screen.

The younger Wayne leaned on the keyboard while The older relaxed on the chair, both waiting for the results.

Scanned material: Metagene motive

The brothers then looked at each other then at the screen. 

"So this is where it came from..." He murmured staring into the screen.

"Walker-Tech." Damian finished when a report of Walker-Tech enterprises popped into the screens.

NAME: Walker-Tech
DATE OF CREATION: 15/01/1912
CURRENT CEO: Martin Walker

"Guess we came to the right place after all." The dark haired male crossed his arms behind his head, his eyebrows wiggling at his younger brother.

Damian ignored his smug air and drew his attention on the researches. More evidence to prove the involvement of the Walker CEO .

"Oh and look his daughter goes to the same school as you will." Dick pointed at the picture of a brown haired girl with chestnut eyes. "She could be our chance to infiltrate in the company." He added looking at Damian. Who of course kept ignoring him.

"The headquarters were in Tokyo, then he unexpectedly moved him." Damian continued ignoring Dick causing him to raise an unamused eyebrow, "Hey do you hate being with me here?" He remarked.

"-TT- what?" Damian rolled his eyes still fixed on the screen while scrolling.

"and back to the -TT- thing, this is truly not what you think it is." Dick started but only earned a glare from Damian.

"This?"

"Bruce didn't send you away."

"I've seen how he looked at me that day Grayson I know what's going on."

That day...

How long has it been since he shed blood?
He shouldn't have, this wasn't how it was supposed to go.

Blood on his blade.

Blood on his hands.

Blood everywhere.

'What have I done?'

Ah, that scumbag couldn't be fixed by jail or any suffering, although instant death was mercy, he had to be gone.

He thought he could control his blade, but was it the blade who wasn't under control ?

Or him?

The boy squeezed his eyes back to present day "Focus on my enrollment, you see a way through the company, I'll see a way through the girl." He stated before leaving.

Dick rubbed his eyes and felt a headache.

Once in his room, Damian viewed the file of his target.
"You're his granddaughter aren't you..."

A holographic device in hand, all information about 'The Dragon Temple' known in Japanese as the 'Ryuu-ji' an organization run by an immortal master of martial arts of swordsmanship residing in the inaccessible heights and hidden mountains protected by Mount Fuji.

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