Chapter 1: I'm Perfectly Sane

Bruce Wayne was heading home from work, walking to his car.

The streets were busy as usual, honking and loud sirens piercing his ears.

Alfred was waiting for him as usual, greeting him with a "hello, Masted Bruce" and a warming smile that only Alfred could pull off.

Alfred contained his frustration as they got stuck in a bit of traffic, most likely from a construction issue. Traffic in Gotham was never fun- traffic anywhere sucked. Bruce sighed. He needed to go on patrol in a few hours. Joker had broken out of Arkham Asylum again.

"Looks like there's a bit of traffic Master Bruce. It shouldn't be too long." Alfred commented, not wanting the man to get irritated.

"Sounds good Alfred."

Eventually cars started moving again, the traffic jam coming to an end. As Alfred drove past a darker alleyway, Bruce could've sworn he saw something odd.

Or someone, for that matter.

Suddenly, there was a 'bang' above him, and the car shook a bit. Bruce cursed.

"What in the world?!" Alfred exclaimed, as he frantically tried to see what the problem was while trying to drive at the same time.

Bruce growled. Someone was on the roof of his fucking car.

"Stop the car, Alfred!" Bruce shouted. Cars were honking all around them, and people's heads were popping out of their windows to see what the problem was. Many people stopped their cars, and some even got out.

Bruce opened the car door cautiously after ordering Alfred to remain in the car.

Before he could look up and see who had attacked them, smoke fogged the streets, and people coughed violently. Bruce then toppled to the ground, his vision dotted with black. He heard a wicked cackle, and then he went unconscious.

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Bruce felt a rough tap on his shoulder, and his eyes reluctantly opened.

The room he woke up in was dirty and musty, and was small. Bruce was seated in a metal chair that was rusting a bit, and the table a few meters in front of him was on the brink of falling apart.

He was restrained. And he was restrained well... whoever did it, wasn't sloppy at all.

Could Batman escape? Of course. Could Bruce escape? Not exactly. He couldn't risk revealing his identity, so he stayed put.

Who had tapped on his shoulder?

Suddenly, a shadow came out from behind him, revealing a- a boy? A kid?

His black hair was matted and his pale skin was covered in dirt... and blood.

"Don't worry." He said quietly. "The blood's not mine."

Bruce just glared. His eyes were covered with a mask, and a sword was strapped to his back.

Not a good sign.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Bruce asked sternly, adding a bit of a shake to his voice just to conceal his identity a bit.

"One question at a time, Mr. Wayne." The boy said. "Or should I say, Batman." He added with a smug look on his face.

Okay. Definitely not a good sign.

"What? Are you crazy?"

"Nope. I'm perfectly sane." The boy replied as he casually sat on the table.

Bruce scoffed. He needed to get out of there. There was no way this kid could've figured out his identity without assuming- he only looked as if he was 12 or 13.

It was obvious that the child was angry- furious maybe. However, he covered it with a cool and calm attitude.

"You didn't answer my question." Bruce snapped. "Who are you?" He repeated.

The boy gave a barely audible laugh, and said, "you'll find out on the news tonight- if you make it out with all your limbs still attached to your body."

Bruce wasn't liking this kid's vibe- and it didn't seem like he could convince the kid that he wasn't Batman.

He couldn't admit to being Batman, because the kid would be getting what he wanted. Also, there could be hidden cameras. Bruce didn't see any, but he wasn't going to risk it. The kid was clearly not an idiot if he could figure out Batman's identity.

"What did I do to you?" Bruce asked angrily, as he pulled at the restraints without the boy noticing.

He laughed- his high pitched cackle that could send chills down your spine. "You did nothing to me."

The boy pulled out his sword and approached Bruce with a shit-eating grin. The boy suddenly stopped, as if he had heard something, and his grin faded.

The doors to the room busted open, and the police entered, their guns pointed right at the boy who was standing in front of the man with a sword.

The sword had dried blood on it.

"Step away fr-" one of the officers shouted, but stopped mid-sentence when the boy threw himself out the window and vanished.

Dick sprinted across the city through the dark alleyways, pissed as hell.

He had finally gotten the chance to kill Batman and the stupid GCPD had ruined it!

Dick threw a punch at a nearby brick wall, leaving a fist-sized crater. He pulled his hand out, and it was covered in blood. "Great." He whispered sarcastically.

He was never one for humor, not after what had happened almost five years ago. Sure, laughing was fun- but it was always a coldhearted empty laugh, lacking joy and happiness.

As he walked towards his apartment he kicked a few pebbles and dragged his feet along.

He grabbed the ladder to the fire escape and climbed up the stairs, jumping until he reached his window.

The same window he sat at every night.

Dick was lonely. He thought about stealing someone's goldfish, but fish were useless. They couldn't hug you or talk to you. All they did was swim around aimlessly in a fishbowl.

Kind of how Dick wandered aimlessly throughout Gotham.

Was he relating himself to a goldfish now? Okay, maybe he was crazy.

Dick plopped on the couch and picked up the half broken remote, turning on the tv- its matching half-broken counterpart. Part of the screen was cracked, and the tv looked like a fucking cardboard box.

"What a useless piece of shit." He complained, when the volume button on the remote didn't work.

He changed to the news channel, curious as to what people would say about earlier's incident. It had been a few hours, Wayne had gone out for a long time.

It showed blurred footage from a security camera of Dick jumping onto the car, and the civilians stopping to see what the issue was.

Dick really wished he had popcorn right now. This was pretty entertaining.

Smoke then covered the area as Wayne got out of the car, and the reporter stopped the footage there and explained how the GCPD had found him and how the mysterious kidnapper had jumped out the window.

It was ironic... a kidnapper, that's a 13 year old boy- kidnapping an adult? No wonder the media found it interesting.

The reporter then brought up a picture of a wall in the building, 'Raptor' written in blood.

Oh. Dick had forgotten he'd done that.

No longer entertained, Dick turned off the tv and threw the remote on the coffee table.

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Three Days Later
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"Idiot!"

"Dumb-Fuck!"

"Butt-Sniffer!"

"Redhead!"

"Blonde!"

"Oh you did not just use that as an insult!" Artemis yelled.

"You used redhead as an insult! Hypocrite!" Wally countered childishly.

Kaldur groaned. "Enough you two. Batman will be here to give us our next mission soon. He won't allow us to do missions if we act like a bunch of children."

"But... we are children?" Megan said with confusion, and Superboy rolled his eyes. "We aren't little kids." He stated rudely.

They were all in the debriefing room at Mount Justice, waiting for Batman to give them a mission. Artemis and Wally were fighting as usual, and Megan and Connor would go off to the rec room and make out every so often. Kaldur would plug his ears in hopes of making it stop, questioning why he agreed to do this shit in the first place.

"Could your top get any shorter?"

"Could your uniform get any yellower? You look like a plate of fucking spaghetti!"

"Wally! Artemis! Enough!" Kaldur shouted with irritation.

The argument was silenced when Batman finally entered through the zeta tubes, the same cold and emotionless expression on his face.

"Team. You have a new mission." Batman said. "I have to search for Joker, so it's your job to track down someone else." He continued.

"Who is it?" Connor asked curiously.

"Someone that wants me dead more than anything else." Batman replied.

Wally held in a laugh. "Don't all the villains want you dead?"

"This person is different because there's no way he's older than thirteen." Batman added, giving Wally a sharp glare.

"So, who is this boy?" Kaldur questioned.

"Apparently he calls himself 'Raptor' but that's all I know. It's your job to find and apprehend him for harassment." The Dark Knight replied. The team leader nodded thoughtfully.

"Raptor. Sounds edgy." Wally said cooly, and Artemis elbowed him in the ribs. "Ow!"

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Gotham
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Dick was getting tired of tourists.

He sat on a rooftop, watching five "superheroes" search through Gotham, trying to figure out which way to go.

He wanted to laugh at their idiocy, but then they would know he was watching them for the past 2 hours- that sounded kind of stalkerish. Besides- he still wasn't one for humor.

"Uh... do we split up?" He heard the green girl say. She looked like the girl off of the fucking Wendy's commercial, except with green skin. Weird.

"No. We should stick together." Fish-Man replied calmly.

"How am I supposed to deal with him all night?" Blondie complained, smacking Banana-Guy upside the head. "Stop doing that!" He yelled.

Super-Dude just mumbled something inaudible, and continued searching. Wendy gave him googley eyes every time he did something, even as small as taking a few steps. Gross.

It was no secret to Dick that they were searching for him. He wasn't surprised that Batman got his bitches to try and do his work.

Batman was a bigger joke than Joker.

"Speaking of Joker..." Dick mumbled quietly to himself as he watched the clown approach the teenagers. Stupid idiots.

Dick sat on a rooftop a bit of distance away, but close enough so that he could see and hear everything.

Dammit, he forgot the popcorn.

"This isn't good." Banana-Guy groaned as Joker began to laugh hysterically.

"What brings you to Gotham, kiddies? Here for some fun?"

"No! We're here to- um... uh... we're here to- kick your sorry butt!" Banana-Guy said oh- so threateningly.

Joker just laughed. What a shocker.

This would be interesting.

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To be continued...

A/N: Ik this chapter was kinda boring, but the story has to start somewhere. My fuck... -.- XD So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Yes there will be birdflash. It's in the fucking title XD none of that smut shit so don't expect that... no just no. This chapter was also very very short, so sorry about that. They'll be longer than this.
Anyways, remember to like and/or comment if you enjoyed.