What's Up With Nightwing

Chapter 1

There I was, Jason Todd, the Redhood in the flesh, running side by side with Nightwing in a burning building that wobbled under our very feet. I was falling behind quickly with a large gash in my left leg tripping me up. I grunted my way towards the exit but I wasn't going fast enough. With a roll of his masked eyes Nightwing ran back to me and effortlessly threw me over his shoulder running me out the exit only seconds before the entire building crumbled to rubble and ash. Pulling my weight to the nearest alleyway he let me down next to a dumpster where the villain could not find us, hopefully. I just seemed to state at him as he checked that the coast was clear. He had a deadly serious look on his face, it had been like that for a while now. When he caught me staring he looked back away with his scowl,

"Hmm?" He asked seeming more paranoid about the villain who was chasing us,

"Nothing?" I shook my head,

"I know when somethings up, tell me." He persisted with the tone he had had for a while now,
"Y-you picked me up like I weighed nothing, and ran me out the door as though I was a feather on your shoulder." I pointed out,

"So?" He grunted,

"So? I weigh more than you." I brought up as he threw his glare around the corners, "I just think these past months you've been really beefing up." I finally admitted,

"What's wrong with that?" He sighed never even shooting me a look or one of those arrogant smiles he used to show oh so abundantly, so abundantly it was almost annoying, I missed that,
"Well you've been spending copious amounts of time in the training room, you've made Damian look like a couch potato."

"Well it looks like you hit the books, I've never heard 'copious' come out of your lips." He mumbled to himself, it didn't sound like a joke the way he said it,  it sounded like an insult,
"Let's just get out of here." He spoke up,  grabbing me up off the ground acting as a crutch. I didn't push my luck with the interrogation and get myself stranded on the street corner so I decided to back off and let him help me back to the cave.

 When we arrived Dick brought me right to Alfred who was already ready to bandage my leg,
"What was that, boys? it was a simple patrol, how did an abandoned building get burned down and Jason's leg get cut up? How does that happen?" Bruce asked rolling out with his chair from the bat computer,

"Relax brucie-" I started with my usual smooth talk but Dick ran right over my words with his,
"Who cares we made it back and Jason's alive so what does it matter." He snapped. My eyes darted to Tim coming down the stairs then hearing Dick and suddenly turned back around walking back up the stairs. He had the right idea, Dick had been pretty intense lately and it scared us, even Damian who somehow found a way to spend all his time with Jon at Uncle Supe's place,

"Dick, there's no need to be aggressive, I was just aski-"

"I'm not being aggressive." Dick stormed off without another word and Alfred let out the most exasperated sigh I had ever heard from him,

"Bruce, we were the ones who got attacked, whoever the person was, they were waiting for us, they wanted us dead."

"Did you see them? Did they talk to you?" Bruce questioned

"No, I mean they wore all black head to toe and moved so fast, and they didn't speak, only pointed at Dick every time they stopped."

"Then how do you know they were trying to kill you?"

"They tried to drop a burning building on us, Bruce, I think they were trying to kill us." I said with clenched teeth as Alfred poured the alcohol on my leg to disinfect the wound,

"Okay, I believe you." Bruce nodded solemnly before fixing his cowl over his face,

"Tim! It's time to go!" He yelled upstairs. It didn't take long for Tim to be downstairs in his red robin costume,