The youngest member of the Wayne family noiselessly crept into the most recently made off-limits part of the manor - the Batcave.

The harsh cracks of thunder made it difficult for him to sleep and he was restless. He stopped at the entrance of the cave and made sure the coast was clear before he walked over to the computer. He sat in the large chair and began to pull up Batman's latest case files. Whereas most kids had their parents read bedtime stories to them, Damian Wayne preferred to read about the Gotham Police Department's current investigations.

"What are you doing down here, Damian?"

The eleven-year-old froze, but didn't look back at the voice that he recognized as Dick's. Instead, he tried to figure out how Dick could have sneaked up on him like that. "I couldn't sleep."

"You're not supposed to be in here," Dick said as he stood behind the chair Damian was sitting in and put his hands on the boy's shoulders. Damian tried shrugging them away.

"Does father think we're not capable?" he paused for a second to gather his thoughts. "I suppose I can see where he might not trust you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you're reckless."

"You're one to talk about being reckless," Dick replied. He looked up at the screen in front of him and Damian. He was almost shocked to see the number of case files that had gathered since he, Damian, and Tim were off duty. The last few weeks had not been easy for the family. With nothing to do in their spare time, they had tried to come up with solutions to save them from boredom. Bruce, however, had buried himself in work and now spent an astounding amount of hours at the office. And when he was home, he hurried to the Batcave and left for the city as Batman.

Damian would never confess to it, but Dick knew that he was feeling severely neglected lately. With nothing to keep him occupied, Damian had resorted to spending all his time in his bedroom with his beloved Great Dane.

"Do you wanna go for a quick patrol?" Dick asked. He regretted saying it instantly, but there was no backing out now. He wouldn't have Damian thinking that he was all talk and no action.

"Are you crazy?"

"That's not on subject," Dick replied sarcastically.

Damian pointed his nose into the air as he crossed his arms. "We'll get in trouble."

"We can't get in trouble if no one finds out."

"Father always finds out."

"Not if you don't say anything."

Damian huffed, but didn't say anything. He went over the offer in his head. On one hand, he always had a little more freedom when he safeguarded the city with Nightwing. And if Bruce found out, he would probably be lenient in his punishment. After all, Bruce knew that Damian would have been influenced by Dick.

"Very well," Damian replied. "I'll go."

"Dami-"

"No names in the field!" Robin yelled over the sound of the wind roaring in his ears as he and Nightwing raced through the grim streets of the city on the back of a motorcycle."

Nightwing rolled his eyes and tried again. "Robin, can you please loosen your grip?"

Robin had his arms clenched over Nightwing's torso in an attempt to keep from falling off the bike every time they turned a corner. It wasn't that he was afraid, he just didn't trust Nightwing and situations like this almost always made him lose all sense of assurance.

The boy ignored his brother's request and chose to hold on tighter instead.

Nightwing parked the bike in his usual spot behind an old trailer park. As soon as he turned it off, Robin practically flew off the machine and smoothed out the gathered wrinkles on his suit. Nightwing pulled up the top part of his suit to inspect the damage that Robin's nails had left on his rib cage. "You left claw marks..."

Robin narrowed his eyes at Nightwing, but said nothing. Instead, he took off running to pursue whatever crime was brewing in Gotham.

Nightwing followed behind him from a distance. He knew Robin liked to do things alone, but he couldn't help but worry when the boy went off on his own.

Oh, God, he thought to himself. I'm turning into Bruce.

He shook his head at the image of himself in a suit sitting in front of a desk all day.

In all honesty, Dick would have rather been taking a nap on the couch than tracking criminals. He knew that midterms were coming up soon and he should have been studying instead of possibly getting Damian in trouble.

Nightwing sighed and looked around for Robin, fully knowing that he had left his sight almost five minutes ago. No matter how hard he tried to keep an eye on him, Robin was always able to slip away for at least an hour to do whatever it was that he did when he wasn't beating information out of someone or kicking in the windows of abandoned houses.

He climbed to the top of the Royal Hotel and sat down on a ledge away from any of the windows. If he couldn't find Robin, he'd just have to wait until he came looking for Nightwing.

"This night was disappointing - to say the least," Robin mumbled when he finally caught up to Nightwing. "It's like the weather scared off the criminals."

"You didn't find anything worth investigating?" Nightwing asked. Robin shook his head and then snapped up to look at Nightwing.

"There was a fire on Beacon Drive," he said. "We didn't get there in time, but the fire chief said it was probably arson."

"Beacon Drive, huh? What building?" he asked. He seemed calm on the outside, but he knew that Jason was currently living on Beacon Drive. His heart raced a little and he tried to keep his hands still.

"Colonial Terrace. The one with the disgustingly colored walls."

Nightwing nodded. Not Jason's apartment, but incredibly close. He would have to call Jason as soon as he got home.

Author's notes: There it is! Chapter four, I believe. I'm sorry it's so bad. The next one is a ton better, I promise. There's action - And Roy Harper! A little late due to circumstances out of my control. You won't have to wait that long for the next one. Feel free (by that, I mean obligated) to leave a review. They make me really happy. Question: Has anyone listened to the latest Fall Out Boy album? I bought it recently and I'm fairly certain it's all about Red Hood and the Outlaws.

-bloodlustvalentine