Fly Robin, Fly!

Charity (Part 2 of 3)

Like Dick, Bruce didn't like these type of events very much. The whole time he wore a strained smile and had several women clinging to his arm, chatting to him. When it came time for the auction to start though, Bruce looked around for Dick. Because he hosted the event, he and Dick had reserved seats at the front.

The billionaire looked around for his surrogate son, but didn't see him anywhere. He didn't panic though, Dick's small frame made him hard to see among the masses. Bruce just hoped the kid would have a growth spurt soon. "Dick? Dick where are you?" he called out. After a minute, he noticed Wally standing in the back corner, gazing dreamily at all the food around him.

"Wallace," Bruce said to him. The ginger immediately looked alert again, and looked at Bruce with wide eyes.

"I wasn't going to take one, I swear! I-"

Bruce cut him off. "Have you seen Dick anywhere? I can't find him and the auction's about to start.

Wally shook his head. "No. I haven't seen him since he went to the bathroom a few minutes ago." He paused, his face paling. "I might just be overthinking this, but he was acting weird after he finished his drink."

Bruce let out a curse that Alfred certainly wouldn't approve of. "Stay here and look for Dick. I'm going to see if he's still in the bathroom." Wally nodded and Bruce practically ran out to the hallway. Why did he have such a bad feeling like this? "Dick?" he called. Nothing. Other than himself, the hallway was empty.

Bruce found the bathrooms and entered. None of the stalls were in use, and Dick was nowhere to be seen. Starting to panic for his ward, Bruce ran back to the hallway. "Dick! Dick, where are you?" He scanned the floor, the walls, the ceiling even. Nothing. No sign Dick had ever even been here.

Bruce ran a hand through his hair before returning to the main room. He went over to Wally and shook his head. "Nothing," he said. "Now Wallace, this is very important. Tell me everything you remember before Dick left. Every little detail you can possibly remember."

Wally gulped, both from the intimidation from Bruce and the worry for his friend. "Well... He came over to me and took a sandwich... We talked a little, then another waiter came over and Dick took a drink from his tray. We talked a little more, he finished the drink, and then he said he had a headache and left to the bathrooms.."

Bruce's eyes narrowed. "What did the waiter look like?"

"Why?!YoudontthinkhedruggedDickorsomethingdoyou?" he said, his nervousness causing his words to slur together with his speed.

"Just answer the question Wallace."

Wally looked down at his feet. "I dunno.. I didn't get a super good look at him."

"Wallace. This is important." The tone of Bruce's voice implied that Wally would be inflicted with pain if he did not answer the question.

Wally gulped again. Why was it that Bruce Wayne scared him just as much as Batman? "He... He was tall... Skinny... He had dark hair... Dressed up like all of the other waiters." He glanced back at Bruce. "ThatsallIremember, I swear!"

Bruce's expression darkened. "I didn't hire anyone of that description..." he quickly glanced around the room. All the waiters would be in this room, and the man Wally described wasn't here.

Bruce stared directly into Walky's eyes, which made the teen severely uncomfortable. "Go tell the team that Dick's been kidnapped. Ask Kaldur and Conner if they've seen anything suspicious. You said Dick left just a few minutes ago? They can't be far. Check the whole building."

Wally nodded, and without hesitating a moment longer, he left. He just hoped that his best friend was okay...

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Voices, pain, a sense of floating...

Those were the only things Dick was aware of when he woke up. He was severely confused, maybe because his brain didn't seem to be working right at the moment. Where was he? What happened? Why did he feel like he was on a boat going through rough waves?

The voices... What were they saying? They seemed so far away, yet so close. And was it just one voice, or was it two? Three? Fifty? Dick groaned. Yep, something was definitely wrong with his brain right now.

The pain... Why did he feel it? He didn't remember getting hurt. But it wasn't like a bullet wound or a cut. It didn't feel physical. Dick's eyebrows furrowed as he realized the pain was coming from his head. He had a massive headache. It felt like his head was about to explode. But that wasn't right. How could someone put a bomb in his head?

Dick groaned. He needed to pull it together. He needed to focus, try to remember, try to ignore the pain and the weird floaty feeling. He managed to flutter his eyes open, then immediately shut them as the world swam before his eyes, making him nauseous.

Even in his dazed state, Dick remembered bits and pieces of his training. He focused on taking, deep, steady breaths, and after a few minutes, Dick noticed that his head was starting to clear. He tried opening his eyes again, and was pleased to see that his vision wasn't swimming anymore. It was still a little blurry, but that was to be expected.

Dick looked around. He seemed to be in some old abandoned building. Ah, he must have been kidnapped again. He tried feverishly to remember the events that took place before he woke up here.

"M'kay..." he mumbled to himself. He glanced down and noticed he was wearing a nice suit. Then it all came back to him. The charity event. The team. The headache and then the dizziness. Next... Well, he woke up here.

He frowned slightly. Was he drugged? How? He thought for a minute, but decided that whatever he was drugged with was still in effect, making it hard for him to remember the smaller details.

"Ah, perfect. You're awake Richard," a voice came from his left. Dick's head quickly whipped around, then he winced, regretting the action, as it made his head pound and vision swim.

The mysterious person must have noticed Dick wince, because he let out a low chuckle. "I would be careful, rich boy. You're going to feel a bit nasty for another half hour or so until the drug wears off."

Dick made out the person's appearance through his hazy vision. It was a man, dark haired, slim, tall... For some reason he seemed vaguely familiar.

"Who... Who're y..you?" Dick managed to say. Words weren't coming easy for him right now. His mouth didn't seem to want to comply. The man smiled in a slightly psychotic way, with a wave of his hand.

"Now now, that's not important. What is, is that your big ol' daddy makes the payment so you can go free. Otherwise..." The man laughed again, a horrid sounding thing.

Dick cringed. So it was a kidnapping. Great. Honestly, he was getting bored of this. He'd been kidnapped too many times to count now, and that was ignoring all the times he'd been taken as Robin.

"Now, let's call Mr. Wayne, shall we?"

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A/N: Sorry guys, this was only going to be a two shot, but then it was getting kinda long so I changed to to a three shot.  Really.  It will not go beyond a third chapter.  Anyway, thank you to everyone who's reviewed so far!! It means a lot!!!  The next chapter should be up really soon since I'm almost done writing it.