Sorry for taking so long; I'm trying to get back into writing! Enjoy!

What the hell? Hadrian finds himself repeating this phrase the whole night because never in his twenty-three years of existence has he had to deal with so much filth in one night.

He woke up with his wrists cuffed together, while his arms circled the steel softness that was the boy-wonder's body. Well, his armor really. The whipping of the tip of the kid's cape tickled Hadrian's face and the roar of an engine had no mercy on his ears. Blurred city lights and cars vroomed passed him, and it took him a long moment to realize that it was actually him that was passing it all...on the back of a motorcycle.

He felt liquid spray against his boots as Robin drove through a puddle of who knows what. He grumbled in disgust as he lifted his head slowly, trying to ignore the pounding of his brain. It was in vain as he jerked when the motorcycle came to a screeching halt.

"Get up," Robin dragged his body off the bike non-too-gently while uncuffing him before moving further from the bike. Hadrian hardly had time to stand so that he could move on his own.

They were at the shipping yard, the very entrance that Hadrian used to get into the city. The cringe-worthy place was what he used as a hideout while planning the kidnapping of his young nephew only a few hours earlier.

"I'd thought you would take me to the cave if you aren't going to kill me. Then again, judging by your kick, I can assume you did try. Don't tell me you're going to dump my body into the water. That's not the style you were raised with." Hadrian tsked when Robin shrugged him off.

"What would you know about my childhood?" He began walking back toward the bike, leaving Hadrian alone in the middle of the dock.

"Where do you think you're going? I want some answers," the man trudged forward. "Where the fuck is my rucksack?!" Robin paused.

"Who are you to demand anything from me?! I want you out of the city before dusk," he turned and sat on his bike.

"I am your uncle," Hadrian replied, catching up with the boy. "I'm not going anywhere, you spoiled brat! I don't feel very appreciative for the kick. Why did you do it?" Hadrian understood that it took much effort to earn the hero's trust. However his words triggered a very negative reaction that Hadrian hadn't foreseen.

His question remain unanswered as Robin sent a final glare in his direction before starting his bike.

"Get out of my city," were his final words before he left Hadrian in dust. Said man gritted his teeth angrily as he stareh after his nephew. Oh, his head was hurting. Just when his headache receded, another took his place.

Literally and figuratively.

Much like the feeling from before, Hadrian sensed movement behind him. It was the imposing figure of a hooded man that Hadrian turned to face. The man was staring back at him - well one can assume he was as his head was not only covered with a hood but also a helmet. There were two guns in the holsters against his legs. The man crossed his arms.

"Exiled, huh?" Hadrian took in his form, wondering which side this one was affiliated with.

"Not exactly," he answered while shaking his head. "I don't plan on following his orders. How long have you been here?"

"Long enough to learn your relationship with him. Spoiler alert: it doesn't seem like he likes you very much," Hadrian's nose flared at the comment, "especially since he brought you here.

"So, what's your story? Estranged uncle who's come to rekindle a relationship? Kid's not going to fall for that. Not to mention, you let him walk all over you. If anything, he's gonna fuck you up if he sees you again just because he wants to."

"You don't know anything-"

"I know him, and I know if he brought you here, then he must really want you to leave." Hadrian watched as the man reached for his gun and made to shoot at him. The bullet was deflected off of Hadrian's protective charm, which he had managed to cast in the nick of time. "So, you're one of those magic-"

"Try that again," Hadrian demanded as his eyes narrowed with a promise of pain. The man gave another attempt. He held up his hand, creating a small fire ball before throwing it at the man's feet. "Like I said before, I am not going anywhere!" A chase began between the two, with Hadrian assuming offense while the man tried to find a high vantage point.

"You don't get it, kid. You're in my territory. You ain't gonna win." A sudden beep and a poof of dark smoke was the changing point. Realizing that he was not going to win like this - he'd get shot before he managed to find the man -Hadrian immediately cast a disillusionment charm before the smoke cleared. He moved into the shadows, careful to not make any noise that would give away his position.

Hadrian weighed his options. He refused to flee Gotham, that much was obvious. So, that only left continuing the fight (and probably killing this man as Hadrian could see his stubbornness so well) or keeping his focus on his prized bird and abandoning the fight.

Hadrian loathed to kill people, even the scum that he had met throughout his days. And this man's life, in terms of al Ghul, would be a waste if only for his combat. In another circumstance, Hadrian could even see this hooded man as his sparring partner.

With that said, Hadrian would as hate to abandon a fight, especially this one because it was quite a thrill. But he was left no choice, when his opponent was looking to snipe him and therefore, end the battle. It was too real, and Hadrian knows that it would be better to leave the situation with his life intact and remain focus in the actual reason he came to Gotham.

In both of these scenarios, he could not win without losing in some ways.

Hadrian decided on the latter of the two while attempting to tip-toe his way out of the shipping yard. It was a time consuming task to make no sound while his boot came in contact with the gravel. You'd think that after all this time of training, that Hadrian would have mastered the silence of a ninja but no. Not when he was so anxious to get to Robin.

"Thought you were off so easy." Oh, damn. The hooded man appeared before him. Hadrian could feel his charm fail as he turned to face him. He pulled his shiny, chrome weapon up to Hadrian's forehead. "Coward. Give me one reason why I shouldn't end you right here."

He wasn't getting away anytime soon, but the man was not pulling the trigger. He had to be bluffing; he was trying to coax Hadrian into leaving. He was not going to kill him. This revelation made everything come together. This man was not an assassin but a crime-fighter. And that's why he was in cahoots with Robin. He was one of Batman's allies.

"Why are you doing this anyway? Making me leave? The kid's got you whipped, too?" There was a click and more pressure was pushed against Hadrian's head. "There, we have something in common. One reason for you not to 'end me.'"

"Not good enough."

"So, you do admit that he has you wrapped around his finger. That's interesting. I will not beg you to have mercy if that is what you want." Now, the man was being unresponsive. Hadrian felt the gun being eased away from his a head. He kept his glare as the stored it into the holsters.

"Don't think you're safe yet," the man almost growled, "If I see you in my yard again, I will not hesitate to kill you, al Ghul." He tilted his head dismissively. "Word of advice, kid, whoop his ass before he whoops yours." With that, he grappled away, leaving Hadrian alone.

Within no time, Hadrian was back on the rooftops, leaping through the warm summer air. He was relocating the alleyway where he bested the gross thugs to see what about it had caught the interest of Batman and Robin. He found it quickly and decided to rest on the building next to it.

Nothing interesting seemed to be happening for awhile, so Hadrian used the time to process how the night will end. In only a few hours, the mindset he'd arrive in Gotham with became a broken puzzle, with the pieces consisting of the missing answers to all of his questions. This mission was not as easy as it seemed. At any rate, it would not be successful if he did not get his beloved rucksack back. It contained all of his favorite things, or more importantly, his survival materials. Hadrian let out a puff of air. What to do? What to do?

He stood suddenly. He could see the letters from where he stood: G.C.P.D. It only took a moment to rack up a plan. And normally he would feel guilt, even just a tad, for doing this - I mean these people were only trying to keep Gotham safe - but they had his personal belongings.