Dick's P.O.V

We've been looking for while. It wasn't 'till we saw a black great Dane.

"Stop." I jumped out of the car. I looked at the collar, it was Damian's dog. 

"Guys. If this is Damian's dog, then were's Damian?" Titus barked. He ran off and then stopped to make sure we were following. So, we followed him. In a alley way, Damian's bag. Everything was dumped out as if someone searched it. I bent down and searched through his things. His phone was gone. Titus barked. I heard Tim gasp and Heard Jason fumble backward.

"What? What's wrong?" Tim pointed with his hand trembling with something like worry. Then, I saw it. There was a note laying next to his jacket. I picked up.

We have your Robin. Yes. We know. Bring us Nightwing. alone. Don't get any ideas or we will kill your little birdie. You can call it a ransom, but we won't be asking for money. We just want Nightwing. and only him. again, we will kill your Robin if you try anything funny. Just wanted to make sure you get the message. How convenient he ran away. We got to spare your well being. We will be waiting. And, one more thing. If you're not here in 72 hours, the kid dies. And we leave the body at your doorstep.

Now that was confusing. If they want me so badly, at least tell me where they are. It was hard to understand. They want we in 3 days all by myself. Why me? and why just Damian? 

I turned to Tim and Jason. I didn't read it aloud. 

"So? What is it?"

"Um.....Nothing. Just stray mail." I threw it over my shoulder. If I told them, they wouldn't understand and they's insist on helping. I got in the car and put Titus in the back with Tim. We drove home in silence. It wasn't until we got home we finally spoke. But, it was to Bruce.

We heard him pacing. Something went wrong. Something important.

"Good. You boys are back."

"Sorry. We don't-"

"I need to speak with Richard alone."

"What? Why me?"

"It's important. Just come, I'll talk with the rest of you next. " Bruce motioned me to come with him. I followed nervously. 

"Richard, something happened while you were gone. I found Damian. Sorta."

"What!" Wait! If I got a note with a ransom, why is Damian, our Damian, here? Did he escape some how? Why would someone go through all that trouble just to bring him home?

"The problem is, he's unconscious and had bruises covering his head and body. But he's alive. It was strange though. He was on our door step." At least he's not dead. But, how?

"I-I don't understand. I saw all his things in an alley with a ransom note. His things are downstairs in the bat mobile! His phone his gone!"

"He had his phone on him. We'll sort out the note later. He's here and that's what matters. Go to him. He's laying in his bed. He's slowly starting to wake up."

"Um, okay" I walked upstairs awkwardly. This is probably all some bad dream and I'll wake up any second. I crept into his room. He was starting to wake up. When he did, I was sitting by him. He looked at me with confusion and then he started to realize who I was.

"Hey. You're awake. You're safe. Right?"

"I-I guess so"

"Good." I placed a wet rag on his forehead. 

"Can I ask a question."

"Yeah. It's been a pretty crazy day."

"Who are you and where am I?"