Hey guys, I decided to write another story and to anyone who hasn't read Deathstroke's Renegade I would appreciate if you did. Anyway, I do not own DC Comics or any of their characters. Please excuse any mistakes I may have made throughout the story and please leave a review. Italics is thought, bold italics is commlink communication. Thanks for reading and enjoy!

Richard Grayson was woken by his 6:00am alarm. He groggily opened his eyes, got out of bed, and made his way to his bathroom. There he took a shower and dressed in his uniform. As he left his apartment, he said good morning to the normal people and got in his car to drive to Bludhaven Precinct.

"Morning Rosa." He said with a smile as he walked into the bullpen.

"Good morning, Officer Grayson." She said back. "The commissioner wants you in his is office."

Richard nodded and started heading to the commissioner's office. Maybe I finally got that promotion. Richard has been a police officer for the past three years, he's solved all the hard cases and is at his physical peak. Needless to say, all the police departments want him in their city. He walked into Commissioner Shou's office and stood at attention.

"Rosa told me you needed to speak with me." He said, getting the commissioner's attention.

"Ah, Grayson, yes. I have some good news for you, depending on how you look at it." Shou replied from his seat at his desk.

"And what might this news be, Commissioner?" Richard asked.

"You're being promoted to detective…" Shou trailed.

Richard was ecstatic but he knew that when someone trailed off, one of two things was going to happen. One: something bad is going to counteract the good, or two: things were about to get complicated.

"I'm sensing a 'but'." Grayson replied.

"...but Gotham PD needs a good detective, so you're going to be working in Gotham and in Bludhaven. Part-time in each." Shou answered.

"And why am I part-timing in two cities?" Grayson asked.

"Gotham's having some trouble with their crazies and the mayor wants to know who the hell the Batman is, and since you are among the smartest, most physically fit officers between Bludhaven and Gotham, Mayor Walker agreed to let Gotham share you." Shou answered.

"...so am I there until the Batman's identity is revealed or is this permanent?" Richard questioned.

"Just until Batman's identity is revealed, unless you want to be transferred there." Shou said with a little sadness in his voice.

"Alright, um, how about I just stay in Gotham until the Batman situation is solved?" Richard suggested.

"Yeah, that'll be fine." Shou replied.

"Alright, so" Richard sat down. "did your wife like the necklace?"

"Yeah, she loved it. Allyson wanted to get one so she could wear it to school today. For a five year old, she has some expensive taste." Shou replied.

Richard laughed.

"So do you."

Shou scoffed.

"Don't you have a cat to save from a tree?" Shou said with a smile.

"Oh yes of course." Richard laughed as he got up. "Do you need me to pick Allyson up today?" He asked as he walked to the door.

"Nope, Sheila's going to pick her up." Shou replied getting back to work.

Richard nodded as he left.

Richard walked into the Gotham Precinct and immediately noticed the differences between the sister cities. Bludhaven was crime infested, but Gotham was consumed by crime. The precinct was bustling with officers and detectives struggling with criminals, interrogating witnesses, and he could tell which of them was corrupted by the way they talked with the people who were in handcuffs. A man in a trenchcoat with glasses, a mustache, brown hair and eyes walked up to him and extended a hand.

"Commissioner Jim Gordon. You must be the detective from Bludhaven. We don't have your badge yet, but you'll be staying at a hotel a few blocks from here. Everything you need for your time here is being taken care of by the mayor... The mayor said you're a genius." He introduced.

Richard gave a small laugh and shook Gordon's hand.

"I wouldn't say I'm a genius but yeah. Detective Richard Grayson. Thanks for the hospitality." They let go of each other's hand.

"Grayson...as in…" Gordon trailed off.

"Yeah. " Richard confirmed.

"So you're a child of Gotham?" Gordon asked.

"Yeah. I know the ropes, I did grow up in Gotham's New Hope Orphanage." Richard said. "So what do you have on this Batman?"

Gordon started walking, motioning for Richard to follow him.

"Well, he's a vigilante who tends to beat the hell out of thugs and the crazies ruling Gotham. I honestly think he's God's gift to this place. Mayor Garcia thinks differently, obviously. Recently, Batman's been seen with a kid, Robin. Another vigilante popped up a few months ago. Calls himself Red Hood. We know almost nothing about that one but, we do know Robin has black hair. We know both Batman and Robin are white. We suspect Batman to be early thirties and Robin to be in his teens. Neither of them kill, Red Hood, however, does." Gordon opened a door to a office, his office Richard guessed. "Some of our analyst think Batman is rich due to his gadgets, but the only one with the amount of money to support the Batman is Bruce Wayne." Gordon said.

"Bruce Wayne? Head of Wayne Enterprises? The playboy?" Richard replied.

"Yeah, that's what I said." Gordon said before continuing. "So we were thinking that maybe he supplies Batman or Batman steals from Wayne. However, we have no evidence to support either. Batman hides his tracks very well."

Gordon opened his file cabinet and pulled out a file filled with pictures. Most of them were blurry, some of them were clear, but all were of Batman. A handful were of Robin. Richard combed through them.

"How long have Batman and Robin been active?" He asked.

"Batman's been active for around two years. Robin's been around for about 3 months." Gordon answered.

"Then that means Robin isn't related to Batman, but was brought into the fold. Could also mean too attached to be brought in until recently." Richard muttered.

"How do you know?" Gordon asked.

"If the two were related, Robin would've been brought in way before now. Probably when Batman got a hold on what he was doing. Perhaps Batman met Robin and brought him into the fold. They have the same ideals." Richard answered.

"If Robin was his son, he wouldn't." Gordon countered.

"That's also a possibility." Richard admitted.

Richard put down the pictures and looked up at Gordon.

"May I speak with Mr. Wayne?" He asked.

"Yeah, do you want me to get someone to escort you there?" Gordon asked.

"No, I'll ride my bike over there. I used to live here, I'm pretty sure I know how to get to Wayne Manor." Richard replied.

"Your bike? Isn't the Manor a little far to ride a bicycle?" Gordon questioned.

Richard laughed.

"Not that kind of bike. A motorcycle." Richard cleared.

Gordon looked at his clothes. A blue dress shirt, black trousers, black trench coat, he did however, have on boots.

"All my motorcycling gear is with my bike." Richard shrugged.

"Ah, okay." Gordon nodded.

Richard turned to leave.

"Be careful, Gotham's a dangerous city. You may be from here, but things have changed." Gordon warned.

Richard was silent for a moment. "I know."

When Richard got off his sleek black Harley, he observed Wayne Manor. It was a beautiful place, but quiet, too quiet for his taste. With a sigh, Richard walked to the front door and used the knocker to get the attention of whoever was inside. After a moment, an elderly man opened the fancy oak door.

"Good afternoon, sir. What may I do for you?" He asked.

English accent, suit, nice manners, must be the butler, Allen?

"I'm here to speak with Mr. Wayne." He flashed his Bludhaven badge.

Alfred looked at the badge with suspicion, then looked at Richard.

"Just here in Gotham for a case. Don't have my Gotham badge yet. Commissioner Gordon's supposed to be handling that." Richard said with a small, apologetic smile.

Alfred nodded and let the officer in.

With a bow, he said, "I'm the Wayne's butler, Alfred."

Damn, I was so close.

"Detective Richard Grayson." Richard said with a nod and extended his hand.

Alfred shook it with a firm hand. Quite the grip.

"Please give me a moment to fetch Master Bruce." Alfred said politely.

Richard nodded, and Alfred went up the stairs. Having no one to talk to, Richard looked around and caught a boy peeking at him from behind a wall.

"Hello there." Richard addressed.

The boy came out a little. This must be Wayne's ward, Tim Drake.

"Hi." He said, short and clipped.

"My name is-" Richard started.

"Detective Richard Grayson. I heard. I'm Tim Drake." The boy, Tim, said as he stepped out into sight.

He was young, 14 years old maybe. He also had black hair, blue eyes, was white, and looked thin, but Richard could see the muscle on his arms. He was fit. Tim was wearing dark blue jeans and a black button up shirt.

"Tim, stop creeping people out." A teenager, 17 maybe, walked out of the kitchen with only gray sweatpants on.

He was obviously fit. He sported some scars and a six pack. The thing that stood out most was the strip of white in his dark hair. He, also, had blue eyes, but they carried a shadow. He's been through some stuff...Wayne only has one ward on record.

"Jason Todd." The teen introduced himself.

"Master Jason, were you eating my cookie dough?" Alfred asked as he came down stairs. Bruce Wayne trailing behind him.

"Nope." Jason said as he liked his fingers.

"You must be the detective Alfred mentioned." Bruce said as he extended his hand.

"Yes, Detective Richard Grayson." Richard said as he shook Bruce's hand.

The playboy also had a firm grip. Richard found it to be a little suspicious but reasoned that Wayne was a businessman and would know how to shake hands with someone. Bruce Wayne was wearing an expensive looking black suit with a red tie. Richard suddenly felt underdressed in his trenchcoat and button up.

"So what do you need, Detective?" Wayne asked as he lead him to a room off to the side.

"I'd like to ask you a few questions about the Batman." Richard answered.

"Batman? The man who runs around in a bat costume beating people up?" Wayne asked.

"Yes."

"Well, alright, ask away." Wayne said as he sat down at a desk, motioning for Richard to take the seat across from him.

Richard sat down and Alfred came in to take his coat. Richard took off his coat and gave it to the butler with a quiet thank you.

"I'm going to assume you are aware of the kind of equipment Batman uses…" Richard trailed.

"Yes, I am." Bruce nodded.

"Just how much would you say that kind of equipment costs, ?" Richard asked.

"Mmmm, I don't know. I'd say in the ballpark of 700 million, assuming he bought it all and not just parts to make it." Bruce answered.

"And what about if he bought parts?" Richard asked.

It could be possible that Batman is an engineer, an advanced engineer.

"That would be in the billions. He would have to buy not only the parts, but also the equipment to assemble them." Wayne responded.

"So either way, Batman would have to be rich to pull this off." Richard said.

Bruce responded with a nod.

"Alright, thank you for your time, ." Richard said with a nod.

Alfred lead him to the door and gave Richard his coat.

"Before you leave, may I ask what you're investigating." Wayne said from behind him.

Richard had his hands in his pockets, turned his slightly, and looked at Bruce from the corner of his eyes. The man was serious. Eyes dull, mouth in a thin line. He knows something.

"I'm going to catch the Batman." Richard said with a smile before putting his helmet on and revving the engine as he drove away.