A/N: I can't take credit for the plot of this story; it came from Batman Dude. Thanks for the idea and I hope you like it!

As usual, Batman and Robin are based off the 1960s TV show but go back and forth between genres and are sometimes completely out of any characterization. I write it the way it enters my head, which is not always "historically" accurate. Italics usually represent thoughts to oneself but are sometimes used to add emphasis. I love reviews and constructive criticism is always welcome. Thanks for reading! :)

Chapter 1:

"This is so cool!" Robin whispered enthusiastically to Batman while they waited behind the black curtain that bordered a stage decorated with blue, red and yellow streamers.

"…and it gives me great pleasure to present this award to our very own crime-fighters," Mayor Linseed had been talking for ten minutes now and the audience was getting restless.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Batman and Robin!" the mayor announced and the crowd gave a collective sigh of relief as they applauded the entrance of the Dynamic Duo.

Batman placed his left hand on his fourteen-year-old partner's right shoulder to keep him from bouncing up and down as they walked across the stage to the podium. When they arrived he shook the mayor's hand and – as the mayor stepped back – held his right hand up in a "thank you" gesture and smiled at the crowd, nudging Robin to do the same. Robin was too excited for that; he started waving at everyone with his left arm straight up in the air and grinning from ear to ear.

"Robin, calm down," Batman whispered out of the side of his mouth, his hand still on the boy's shoulder. "You are a crime-fighter, not a give-me-all-the-attention celebrity!"

"Sorry," Robin mumbled as he dropped his arm and smiled meekly at the audience.

"Thank you, everyone," Batman said as the crowd quieted down. "Robin and I are honored to accept this gift from Mayor Linseed, although we have no need of recognition. We are merely trying to protect the citizens of Gotham City to the best of our ability."

Robin started to open his mouth but Batman looked down at him with a slight glare and he quickly shut it. The crowd laughed at this little exchange and Robin was embarrassed; his face reddened and he dropped his eyes to the ground.

Batman gently squeezed Robin's shoulder, silently apologizing for that awkward moment, and continued, "It is our hope that we, and all the citizens of this city, can do our part to make Gotham the best it can be. Thank you, again."

The audience stood as one and started cheering as Mayor Linseed stepped forward and handed Batman a large statue in the shape of a bat with a little bird by its side. Batman accepted it, nodded to the crowd and gently pushed Robin – whose cheeks were still a faint pink – toward the curtain that led backstage.

Suddenly, all four of the exits in the auditorium were blocked as a large group of well-armed men entered; spreading themselves along the walls. They wore no masks or villain-themed costumes so Batman assumed they were not connected to any of the "regulars" that frequented Arkham. Their clothes were simple: black boots, black pants and black t-shirts with some sort of red symbol on them that Batman was too far away to see clearly.

The audience members began turning around and most of them, upon seeing the weapons, started screaming. Several of the more fragile ladies fainted but were, fortunately, caught by the men standing beside them.

"Quiet!" the obvious leader of the group shouted over the noise as he marched through the front door. "Arms up, nobody move and most likely nobody will get hurt!" He raised his six-shooter and let a bullet fly toward the ceiling; ensuring that everyone in the still-standing crowd obeyed his instructions.

Batman crouched behind the mass of raised arms – pulling Robin down with him – and softly set the statue on the stage floor. He caught his partner's eyes and flicked his head to the left. Robin nodded and, staying low to the ground, silently headed for the backstage exit as Batman went the other way.

"Everyone on your knees on the ground; you, too, Batman," the man ordered. Everyone knelt and he looked up at the stage that now held only one person – Mayor Linseed – and a large silver trophy. He frowned and began striding up the middle aisle then ran up the eight steps leading to the stage in order to check the wings. There were no signs of the Caped Crusaders and he became frustrated.

Batman and Robin, meanwhile, had circled around the auditorium and soundlessly entered the front doors. Robin went right, quietly taking out the gunmen one by one. Batman did the same on the left but the third one he eliminated had a chance to send a muffled shout to his partners. Everyone, including the leader of the group, turned toward the sound as Batman reached for the next man.

Robin saw the man on the stage aim his weapon in Batman's direction. "Batman, gun!" he yelled as loud as he could and tried to run up to the stage through the crowd.

Batman – whose back was to the stage – heard his partner yell and turned as the gun fired, the bullet hitting him in the left shoulder and knocking him to the ground.

Robin was so focused on what was happening on the other side of the room that he failed to notice the two burly men who came up behind him. They each grabbed an arm and roughly started to drag him toward the west exit. Robin, his back to the door, refused to go easily; he threw his legs up and secured one around the front of the neck of each goon. This was his newest trick – use his leg muscles to squeeze the air out of his opponent, allowing him to push the bad guy onto his back and free himself from any type of grasp being used on him.

The men knew about his athleticism, however, and they were ready for him. The goon on Robin's left swiftly switched hands, putting his right on Robin's left arm and thrusting his left down onto Robin's chest, knocking the wind out of him. His legs lost their grips and dropped in front of his body as he struggled for air.

"Batman!" he gasped with all the strength he could muster and a large, dirty hand appeared in front of him, slapping itself over his mouth. He continued to fight but the men were strong and he was wasting a lot of energy.

Batman faintly heard his partner say his name as he was standing up, his right hand pressed firmly against the steadily bleeding wound on his left shoulder. He saw Robin being hauled away and started pushing his way across the room, ignoring the pain of the injury as he shoved people out of his path.

Robin, still refusing to give up, had managed to wrap his right leg around the right knee of the man whose hand was across his mouth; doing his best to hyper-extend the joint. "Knock him out, already!" a gruff voice grunted directly above Robin's right ear. Robin felt pain on the left side of his head, saw stars and fell into darkness.

"Robin, no!" Batman yelled as he continued to struggle through the crowd. He saw a large fist flying toward his partner's head but his view was obstructed by the chaos surrounding him. He was too far away and the mass of bodies was too dense; he wasn't going to make it in time. The men were already dragging Robin's limp body out the door and, as he looked around, he saw that all the other criminals had also left.

"ROBIN!" he shouted one last time as he heard the roar of an engine and the squealing of tires. He finally made it out the west door but the only things he saw were the dark tread marks of a generic brand of tire and red tail lights fading into the blackness of the night. His young partner had been taken and he didn't know where or by whom.