Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or Batman

AN: This fic takes place before the series starts, so the team is not complete. There won't be McGee or Ziva because of this, which is out of character for me as they are my favorite characters. But I make up for it with Tim Drake. This basically starts about a year after Tony and Abby start working for NCIS. I don't know for sure when they both joined, but I think the fic pans out with time pretty well. If you want my fic where I make Tim McGee actually Tim Drake, that's The Joker Returns. If you want the one where I make McGee and Binx the same guy, that's Forever a Cat.

Chapter 1

Gibbs's POV

They had found the marine's body in a dumpster beside an old warehouse.

Gibbs turned away from the place they'd found the body when Tony walked up to him.

"Well?"

"Just questioned the wife," Tony said. "Apparently she thought her husband was going a bit crazy for a while. He kept saying he was hearing screaming coming from this warehouse when he drove home from work."

"This warehouse?" Gibbs asked.

Tony nodded. "Yes, Boss."

"Hmm," Gibbs was well known at NCIS for his famous gut, and right now it was telling him to go inside the warehouse.

"You want to investigate it don't you?" Tony asked.

Gibbs didn't answer. He walked into the building, knowing Tony would follow.

The NCIS probies had already taken the body back to autopsy for Ducky and the evidence back for Abby. Tony and Gibbs were free to search the area as long as they wanted.

"What do you think we'll find, Boss?" Tony asked.

"Whoever was causing the screams," Gibbs said. "And possibly our murderer."

Gibbs walked silently through the building, his gun out and ready, his agent following swiftly behind them.

They walked through the warehouse rooms for quite awhile. Gibbs was starting to wonder if for the first time ever his gut had been wrong.

He found out five minutes later that it wasn't.

Gibbs had come across several strange, sick cases, but what he saw in the next room was by far one of the sickest.

Gibbs had seen torture rooms before, but this one was horrific. There were syringes full of strange chemical serums that did God knows what, and a table hooked up to an electricity machine made to electrocute its victims, and strapped to it was a boy, maybe about fourteen, fifteen-years-old. Definitely no older.

He was tied to the table with leather restraints, and his mouth was gagged, probably to block screams after their dead marine had heard them and his torturer had gotten angry and killed him.

"Oh, God," he heard Tony murmur. This was Tony's first case that involved horrific things happening to kids. Gibbs was quite impressed that his agent hadn't thrown up at the sight of the dead kid.

Gibbs moved closer; they'd have to get the body to autopsy. He made to start taking the restraints off, when the boy's eyes snapped open. Gibbs was shocked, not only by the fact that the poor boy was still alive, but by the stunning irises in his blue eyes. They looked just like Kelly's.

Gibbs felt a lump in his throat for a moment at the thought of his deceased daughter, but quickly snapped out of it. He had work to do.

"Boss, he's alive," Tony said, practically jovial knowing the kid wasn't dead.

"I've noticed, DiNozzo," Gibbs said. He moved closer to the boy. Obviously scared, the boy jerked away, as much as he could while restrained and whimpered a little under the gag.

Gibbs turned back to Tony. "Tony, gather evidence. I'll calm him down."

Tony nodded. "Yes, Boss." He moved away, plastic gloves on, and began to gather the evidence such as DNA, the syringes, etc.

Gibbs turned back to the boy, who once again pulled on the restraints and tried to get as far away from him as possible.

"Hey, it's okay," Gibbs, said, crouching down beside the table he was strapped to. "I'm not going to hurt you."

The boy looked at him with slightly fearful eyes, but Gibbs noticed something underneath them: determination. This boy wasn't broken. Gibbs felt… amazed. Some of the strongest men had given in to torture, and it may or may not have been anywhere near as severe as this, and yet the boy showed signs of not giving it.

Gibbs took another look at his eyes and couldn't help thinking of Kelly.

"See, look," Gibbs took his hand and brushed it against the kid's. "See, nothing is going to hurt you now."

The boy looked skeptical, as if he was trained not to trust, but he didn't try to jerk away.

That's when Gibbs noticed his suit. The colors were red and yellow, and on his chest was the emblem R.

Gibbs had seen that in pictures of Gotham cases. That R, that suit, it belonged to Robin, the vigilante sidekick of Batman's.

Robin... was a child. Gibbs couldn't help but wonder what in hell Batman was thinking. He would have died before he would have let Kelly do something so dangerous, but apparently that didn't even help because she still died.

Tony came back over. "I got the evidence, Boss," he said, and then he noticed Gibbs's extremely somber expression. "What's wrong."

"Look at the boy's suit."

Tony did, and his green eyes widened. "But, but..."

"I know," Gibbs said.

"He's a vigilante," Tony said, his voice raising. "He's what, fifteen?"

Gibbs noticed that Tony's louder pitched scared Robin a little, and why wouldn't it? The boy had probably been yelled at a lot while being tortured.

Gibbs head-slapped Tony. "Lower your voice."

Tony winced. "Sorry, Boss."

"Take the evidence outside," Gibbs instructed. "Tell the Probies to take it back to Abby at NCIS. I'll get him out of here."

"Yes, Boss," Tony said, and he made to exit the room. "Oh, and Boss? You, you might want to look downstairs."

"Why?"

"I think he locked him down there sometimes," Tony said. "It, it was awful."

"Okay, now go, DiNozzo."

"Yes, Boss," Tony left the room.

Gibbs turned back to Robin, though he doubted that was the boy's real name.

He let go of the boy's hand and reached up to remove the gag from his mouth. Robin flinched.

"It's all right," Gibbs said. He had always been very good with kids, a talent he didn't possess with adults. "I'm not going to hurt you; I'm just going to untie you, okay?"

The boy stayed still, which Gibbs took as a 'yes'.

He reached up again, and this time Robin let him remove the gag from his mouth.

Gibbs then took out his knife to cut the restraints, and the boy visibly flinched, trying to jerk away. "Calm down, it's just to cut the restraints," he took the knife and began to slide it on the edge of the leather straps. "See?"

Once he had cut the boy free, Gibbs slid his knife back into his pocket.

Robin bolted straight up, his muscles tensed.

Gibbs got the impression that Robin was going to try to run away from him.

Gibbs sighed. He couldn't allow that. Robin was a vigilante who worked with Batman, who was on the most wanted list. Robin was also possibly a key witness to the murder of the marine, and even if he didn't see the kill, he knew what the killer looked like. But that wasn't the main reason Gibbs felt he had to keep the boy here. Looking at him, Gibbs saw a scared fifteen-year-old boy who was just tortured and needed medical care.

"Look, son," Gibbs said. "I know you're scared, but you are in no condition to run away right now. I need you to stay here. I can help you."

Gibbs noticed Robin's skeptical look was back. The boy was inching slightly away from him, and before Gibbs could stop him, he was on his feet, and darting away from him, but Robin was very injured and weak, despite how young he was and the type of training Gibbs was sure he'd had, Gibbs was completely healthy, and therefore, it wasn't too hard to catch him again, though it was harder than Gibbs had expected. Normal people who had been tortured wouldn't have been able to run away at all.

It added to Gibbs's amazement at the boy's skill and determination.

Once he'd caught Robin again, Gibbs knew the boy wouldn't come with him willingly, so he pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs, and slapped them onto the boy's wrists, and began to walk the fatigued, yet struggling boy out of the building.

AN: So, what do you think? I know it's sad I couldn't include McGee or Ziva in this, but that's just not how the fic panned out in my head. :( Oh well, I hope you all like it anyway, don't worry, Forever a Cat and The Joker Returns are still definitely going to be updated for all you Tim McGee, Tim Drake, and Thackery Binx lovers out there.

Okay, I have a new update that I would like to add even though I already published the fic. Since I love McGee and Ziva, I have found a way to include them. The fic is going to start in the past, and then after awhile, I will flash to the future, where the whole team is. Basically, they will be having another case that involves Gotham villains, and Tim Drake, who will be the Red Robin by then, will come to their aid.

Thanks again,

DragonsintheMoonlight