A/N

still do not know if this will ever become a book..but I did promise a second part... So here you are. It's not much but I never expected to continue any of these stories..that is why they are in this book XD

~Ringleader_Robin

(Kit)

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"What's a bird without wings?"

"I'm going to fucking kill him." Jason growled, anger rising. Joker knew that they would find Dick, this whole thing was set up just to taunt them!

"We don't have time! He is in critical condition, we need to get him out of here now." Tim motioned in Dick's direction, who looked like he was on the verge of passing out. "We will handle the clown later, but we came here on the mission to save him, not beat that sadistic clown to a pulp."

Jason gritted his teeth, as much as he hated to admit it, the other was right. Dick was their first priority. He grunted slightly as more weight shifted onto him, the other was slowly becoming dead weight, unable to hold himself up. "Dammit... " He groaned and kneeled to the floor, getting the others arms wrapped around him before hoisting him up piggy back style. "Better get moving then before I change my mind and give the joker what he deserves."

Tim nodded quickly before briskly walking down the hallway. The echo of laughter had stopped and it made the other three vigilantes uneasy at the silence. Did the joker really just plan on leaving, there was no way. There had to be something more--

"Get down!" Jason snapped, ducking as something flew over their heads. Birds, hundreds of them diving down to attack. "You gotta be kidding me! Killer birds!?" Jason scowled, running towards the exit. "Come on already, we don't have time for this!" Jason called back, trying to push past the flock of birds that were pecking and cawing loudly.

It took a while to get out of the building, but they did manage, and seeing Dick in a better light did not improve the mood. Dark brown wings were folded against their brother's back, shaking violently as the slightest movement caused pain. "Hey..Dickie-bird...you still awake back there?" Jason asked carefully, not knowing if any of the birds caused any more damage.

"Y...yeah..." Dick coughed, the wet sound that came after didn't take a genius to figure out that he was coughing up blood. The grip he had on the other loosened drastically.

"Shit..Hold on there, okay, we are gonna get you home and patched up..no worries.." Though Jason did not sound all too confident. He glanced at his motorcycle, will Dick be able to handle the ride there? "I will see you guys at the cave. Red Robin, contact Batman and Agent A. Tell them we found Nightwing and I am bringing him over." And with that Jason slowly helped seat Dick on the motorcycle, sitting him in front so he would not fall. It was an awkward position, especially with feathers blocking his vision as he sat down, but Jason did not need need to add falling off a motorcycle to Dick's already long list of injuries. "Hold on there, don't you dare die on me you hear?" He mumbles and started the bike, speeding off to the cave."

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Dick woke up feeling like his whole body was on fire. Did joker decide to put poison in his food again-- Dick paused when he realized he was laying on something soft. A bed? He was lying on his stomach so he had to turn, much to his discomfort and pain, to get a look at where he was. His old room? That didn't make any sense...when did he get back to Wayne Manor? He tried to sit up but pain shot down his spine and he cried out.

"Don't move. You will reopen your injuries, Grayson." A familiar voice ordered.

Dick jumped slightly, was the other in his room the whole time? "D..Damian....?" He croaked out. "What....What happened, how did I get you , the joker.."

"We rescued you from Joker. Todd brought you back to the cave and Pennyworth helped patch you up. You have been out for three days."

Three days? Dick frowned slowly sitting up against both Damian's and his own body's protests. His balance felt completely off and the room was spinning. He heard something get knocked over and he jumped, looking back to see a mass of feathers sprawled out. He moved again to get a better look, only to have more things get knocked over. It wasn't a dream, it really happened..

"Grayson calm down!" Damian shouted, giving a surprised yelp when a wing recoiled and spread back out, knocking the young robin over.

Dick panicked more, staring at his new limbs in horror. What was he going to do?! Why was this happening!?

"Richard." A new voice called out, stopping Dick in his tracks. He looked up to see bruce, a worried frown appearing on his face.

"B..Bruce...When...What.." Dick stammered, frazzled and struggling to remain calm. Was this a dream, was this some way to torment him more..was any of this real? "S...Stay back.." Dick warned, body tensing. He was not taking any chances.

"Dick it's me. Please calm down, you are safe now--"

"I said stay back!" Dick shouted when Bruce had taken a small step forward. "You can't fool me Joker! I know it's you." Dick bared his teeth like an animal, crouching his body in a defensive position.

"Damian, he is still delirious, You should leave before you accidentally get harmed." Bruce spoke calmly, though not taking his eyes off Dick.

"But father I insist--"

"Go. Now." Bruce ordered, his gaze remaining at his first son, who looked like a cornered wild animal. He grit his teeth. Joker tortures others before, but he never expected that he would actually get Dick to break. As soon as he was sure that Richard was okay, he was personally going after that clown and putting him in a full body cast. He listened to footsteps leave the room before cautiously stepping forward to the other. It was more than a surprise on that night three days ago when Jason brought back Dick. At first, Bruce thought he was wearing some sort of matted and bloody fur cape. But when they moved, Bruce was horrified to see the true extent of his ward's torture, and the sadistic and twisted madness of the joker. Dick was still awake when they reached the cave, however, the second anyone tried to touch his wings, they whipped around, one time catching Bruce right in the face. He rubbed the small welt that was forming on his cheek. "Richard..It is really me..you need to calm down, chum. Alright? You are going to open up your wounds if you keep this up." He smiled slightly when he saw the other relax a little, though a confused and cautious expression still on his face.

"Bruce.." He whimpered..."Is it really you? Is this real...?" His body shook, his wings folding back up against his back. He winces slightly as they moved, still awkward and jerky movements as they did so. It took a good minute for them to rest relaxed against his back. Dick soon felt a wave of panic rush over him, what was the other going to say about this? About this new development? "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry."

"There is no reason you need to be sorry. We will figure this out later." Bruce placed a reassuring hand on the other's shoulder, but soon regretted the decision as he watched the other violently cringe. He pulled his hand away, worried that he had hurt the other. "Right now what is important is your rest." He stood up, glancing away from the other, trying not to look at the wings, or the injuries the other held. The silence became uncomfortable. To be honest, Bruce did not know what to do, how to make this better, or how to even comfort his traumatized son. He cleared his throat and started for the door. "Get some rest..I will be here later when you wake up.." He walked out, not even looking back as he did so, now lost in his own thoughts. What would he do? There was no way things would go back to normal...What could he possibly do?