"TODD LEAVE MY GAME ALONE!"Damian screamed at his so called "brother".

Jason simply laughed and deleted his saved files. Then he looked at the box while at the same time pushing Damian away from him, "You still play UNDERTALE? I finished it in two hours."

"Two Hours?! How?! That's impossible, you're a liar Todd..." Damian trailed off for a moment and stopped thrashing, "You hacked the game right?"

Jason grinned smugly at him, "Nope, Tim did."

Damian growled and grabbed Jason by the wrist flipping the teen onto his back. Jason meanwhile had been laughing hysterically the whole time. Damian walked away from the living room in Wayne Manor mumbling something about 'incorrigible' and 'dense' and 'todd'. 

He ignored Alfred who continued prepping the dishes for lunch and went to get his phone off the charger. Damian pressed call under Drake's contact, which he desperately, wanted to delete, but Grayson said if it was an emergency to call either him or Drake. He would normally call Grayson because he could at least tolerate the idiot, but he was on patrol and Damian didn't want to blow his cover. So, begrudgingly he waited for the imbecile to pick up.

"Hello? This is Tim-"

"Shut up Drake," Damian interrupted already letting his impatience take over. "I'll save you the trouble and tell you why I called. I want you to pick up Todd, now!"

A light chuckle was heard over the line making Damian glare at an innocent spot on the floor, "Aww, is the little demon annoyed with-"

"Just hurry up and do it!" With that Damian huffed and clicked the red 'hang up' button. Ending the conversation. 

                   ***Batbreak***

Tim sighed, at the notable click that told him Damian was no longer responsive. He really didn't want to go and get Jason, the guy didn't exactly like him. Besides all Tim had to ride anywhere in civvies was a bicycle. Did Damian expect him to build a tandem in a minute? Sure he could hack the pentagon in a few minutes, but build a working tandem. It'd take about a few weeks. 

Without knowing what to do with the demon brat he stood up from his table at the restaurant and placed a few dollars down on the table to pay for his drink and as a tip. Tim went out on these excursions to either gain space from his family or just for fun. And Damian of course just had to ruin it. 

Besides, he looked at his watch while walking out of the restaurant, it was pretty late anyways. 10:00 p.m. He didn't even feel tired. That just showed what training with Batman did to you.

Tim let out a shrill whistle as he straddled the bike, then placing his helmet on his head. He began to ride down the street, staying close to the curb, not wanting to risk getting hit by a car. Gotham's lights from buildings or shops illuminated his way. Tim purposely didn't go into the 'bad part' of Gotham.

Well, badder.

His ride was almost boring since he had nothing to do. That is, until a lady walked right in front of his bike. He swerved to the side, right before he hit. His bike hit the pavement with a thud. Tim let out a breathe of relief at the fact that he went towards the sidewalk and not the street. 

Good thing Alfred had drilled into him to wear a helmet too. Definitely saved him a few scratches. But nevertheless, the lady hurried over to the boy she had almost killed.

"Oh my god! I'm soooo sorry! I wasn't paying attention- are you alright?" Her voice was sweet, like honey. 

He flipped over to wear he was sitting on the floor staring up at her. She had a round face with big brown curls hanging down her shoulders. Tim responded with, "I'm alright. Just a few bruises, nothing else. May I ask a question? Why weren't you paying attention?"

She flushed, "Well... I was searching for the man who pick-pocketed me. He stole my phone and wallet."

Tim was immediately in Red Robin mode, "What happened?"

She began explaining rapidly what had happened and how Nightwing had run off chasing the man. But when the lady said that Nightwing looked off, Tim grew anxious. And it showed.

"Was he stumbling? Did he look pale? Was he talking backwards? Was he making strange riddles? Did he make strange gestures?! WAS HE LAUGHING LIKE A MANIAC!? WAS HE-"

The lady stopped the prattling boy by saying, "He just looked a bit tired. You a big fan of his?"

Tim sighed with relief and put on his famous 'ward-of-Bruce Wayne' smile, "Yeah. He's my favorite. Superman's second." He inwardly smirked at that.

"Hey, you're Bruce Wayne's son aren't you?"

Tim cursed in his mind, "Not a son, but ward, which is why I should go. See ya. And hope you get your stuff back." Then he hopped on his bike and sped off. Based upon what the lady said she was pick-pocketed closer to Wayne Enterprises, worked for Tim. All the more convenient. He knew the city by heart.

Deciding it was a great way to check on his brother and get that nice lady's valuables back he went on over there. When he was close to where the lady described the spot where it happened he sneaked into an alley to slip off his civvies, in order for the Red Robin suit to show. What he saw in the alley almost surprised him. Almost.

The ground was covered in a weird lint. Almost black, but not quite. Then a few miscellaneous things were knocked over and messed with; boxes, glass, trash, etc. Then the two things that really worried him: a phone and wallet and a metal pole on top of them. 

Tim, being the second greatest detective he was, moved down over to them. He picked up the phone first. He pressed the circular button on the front of the iPhone revealing the lock screen. The picture was of the lady he met, along with a few other people, all smiling. He pressed the button again, there was of course a password. He didn't bother with that, not wanting to waste a few precious seconds. Without looking at the wallet he picked up the pole. 

It looked normal at first, but there was dent on one side. Tim's breath caught in his throat. On the pole was a message written in... blood! Nah, he leaned forward and smelt it. Sharpie. Red sharpie. Amateurs, Tim thought smugly. It was blurred slightly in an attempt to make it seem more like blood, but he could read it. Scrawled across in poor handwriting was:

To Batman, Robin, Red Robin, Batgirl, that other guy who works for him, or anyone else associated with Batman: To get straight to the point we have Nightwing. If you want him come to the docks tomorrow night with $7,000,000,000. Or else we'll kill him. This is serious, not kidding. 

Tim wanted to laugh out loud at how terribly funny this was. You don't understand? Let me explain; first of all these people, yes people, as in plural. They wrote they. As in multiple. Rookie mistake. Second, these people addressed the letter to anyone associated to Batman. Anyone, as in the police? Another rookie mistake. If you kidnap a hero, the last thing you'd want to do is allow the people you want money or revenge from is let them contact the police. Third, collecting $7,000,000,000 by tomorrow was going to be pretty hard. If Bruce does it it'll seem suspicious. And Batman can't take money from Bruce Wayne's account, so... Fourth, threatening to kill someone who is dependent on you getting your money will ruin your chance at getting any money. (At least they seem to want money if they ask for $7,000,000,000 dollars.)

Then Tim thought about it more. Did they not want the money? Did these guys want them to squirm trying to collect the money, when no matter what they'll kill Nightwing anyways? Tim shook his head. He was overthinking it.

Placing down the pole he pulled out his phone from his back pocket and called Jason, "Hey Jason, you actually picked up this-"

"Shut up Replacement. Get to the point. I'm sorta busy here."

Why was everyone telling him to shut up today? "Alright. So today I was-"

"Hurry up, I'm busy. Damian's about to break down the damn door and I'm not ready to attack him yet with these damn pies. So, I sorta need to get this done dammit! And to do that I need you to shut your damn mouth! And I just said damn too many times. DAMMIT!"

"Jason!"

"What?!"

"Dick's got himself kidnapped again!"

Silence then, "So...he's on that kidnapping streak again?"