Yes I'm proud of that title it's great 

Supergirl406 suggested this on the ol discord so I wrote it in my lunch hour but idk if you guys want me to finish it??

EDIT: TW BLOOD//NEEDLES

After being voted the best undercover cop in his unit, Dick went into his next job rather confidently. He'd been able to slip into the gang easily with his charismatic personality and ability to change his looks completely so he thought this would be yet another run of the mill gang takedown. Though he went in confident, he soon lost that when he got word of what was going on in his department. They were cutting funding once again which meant if something went wrong on this job, he'd probably be dead by the time they'd gathered enough equipment to get a SWAT team together. He decided to bring in Bruce and Tim at that point. Yes, he'd been working alone as Dick for years but he had to make sure there was a plan B. It gave him a sense of safety that was needed to get through the day. Of course, they agreed to keep an ear out for any trouble and would step in when he thought they needed to. He thought that would be the end of his worries until he got a call whilst taking a 'smoke' break. 

Dick wasn't a smoker but he needed the minute outside to catch himself and get some sort of fresh air. He knew something was up. Everyone was giving him side glances and were generally unfriendlier than usual. He scanned through his thoughts as he leant against the wall for what could've caused it. That's when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He glanced around subtly before pulling it out and answering the call. "Where are you?" Bruce demanded.

"Work," he answered. Instantly he felt a shiver go down his spine. The sort of shiver you get when you know you're going to get bad news but you're yet to get it. He could just feel it coming and he knew for a fact what it was. "They've found me out, haven't they?" he stated before Bruce could. Behind him, he heard the back door swing open and slam against the brick wall, letting out a metallic twang. He knew better than to attempt to run away when he heard the gun cocks behind him. He'd have to play nice for a bit. "Put the phone down," a voice ordered from behind him.

"We're coming," Bruce stated, overhearing the demand. Dick hung up and slowly knelt down, putting his phone on the floor. He held his hands up in surrender and slowly turned around. "Should've known you were too much of a goodie-goodie for this job," one stated as the other three began to surround the acrobat. He chuckled lowly, offsetting the intense vibe. 

"I'll take that as a compliment. So, is one of you going to shoot or are we just going to stand here all day?" They frowned at him but the guy who must've made himself the leader of the little group soon smirked. 

"No, we've got other plans for you. You're going to be our little test subject." Internally, the acrobat groaned. This better not leave him bed-bound for a while. It would be inconsiderate of them to make him like that to say the least. "Oh goodie. I would jump for joy but Jerry over there is known to be a little trigger happy and I don't fancy bleeding out whilst you lot test on me."

"I suggest you drop the sarcasm pretty boy. We can make your experience a whole lot worse." Dick rolled his eyes. He'd heard the same threat over and over. It got a bit boring after the 10th time. "Alright tough guy, let's get this over with shall we?"

One look from Batman and Tim was already in his Robin suit and ready to beat some criminal ass. They jumped into the Batmobile and raced downtown to the criminal hideout where Dick was working his case. "Remind me to donate some money to that stupid SWAT team. What are they SWATing with their budget cut? Flies?" Batman muttered angrily with his pedal to the metal. Nobody came between him and his sons unless they had a deathwish. He already looked ready to break someone's bones and they hadn't even seen what they were planning or had done to Dick. "Calm down the sass, he's a big boy now. He can take care of himself. I bet by the time we get there, he'll be sitting outside waiting for us to pick him up and bring him home so he doesn't have to pay for the hospital trip," Robin offered. He gave his mentor a smile to further drive home his point. 

"He's not in uniform. He can't give too much away," Batman replied sceptically.

"Yeah but regular Dick Grayson can take those guys no problem. He just needs to find an opening and BAM he's knocked out ten guys," he replied, remaining optimistic. Someone had to be when the dark knight went into full dad mode otherwise there would be chaos. Chaos that resulted in something the media would be all too happy to use against him. "He's capable but he isn't that capable," Batman remarked.

An alarm was blaring in the distance and got louder the closer they got to where Dick was working undercover. "Who would rob a store in broad daylight?" Robin commented in confusion. Some kid skipping school probably decided to make off with a packet of Doritos instead of paying for them. He'd seen it happen plenty of times. Petty theft was like the Gotham baptism. "I don't think that's coming from a store," Batman stated.

"Then where else would it be coming from? Doesn't sound like a car or bank alarm."

"You might've been right about Dick after all," he replied. They pulled up outside the spot and sure enough, the alarm was coming from the building. However, Dick wasn't outside with a proud look on his face and only a few cuts and bruises. He was nowhere to be seen. There were a few cars parked outside the building, presumably those of the gang members. That begged the question of what the hell happened around here after Dick hung up?

They cautiously got out of the Batmobile with Robin grabbing a pocket-sized first aid kit for whenever they found Dick. The alarm blared as they kicked down the front door only to be met with a group of passed out groaning men. "Told ya Dick would beat them. He's probably collecting some evidence which is why he wasn't outside," Robin hypothesised. Batman hummed, his eyes squinting. Something felt off. This wasn't a sure victory yet for his ward. 

"You check the right-wing, I'll check left," he announced. The younger nodded and jogged down the right side of the building, opening and closing the doors. He went down the left side, got to a suitable distance, then pulled out his tracker. Technically, Dick didn't know about the second tracker that had been placed under his skin. He knew about the first but that was only a prototype and he soon got rid of it. The second was more discreet and laid flat with the skin so he couldn't feel around for it. Robin shared the same tracker and was also unbeknownst to it which was why he had to be on his own to take advantage of it. He didn't fancy answering the questions that were sure to follow. The tracker pinpointed Dick as being on the furthest left side of the building. Batman counted himself lucky he wasn't on the other side otherwise he'd have to make up an excuse as to why he hadn't properly checked his own side. He followed the hallway until he came to the end of it. There were two rooms but, judging by the humming in one of them, he only had to open one door to find his son.

Dick sat on the floor with his back to the door. Around him were men who'd been knocked out. One held an empty needle in his hand which, when paired with the belt wrapped tightly around Dick's bicep, soon became menacing. The acrobat rocked back and forth to the tune of the song. It sounded like something generic he'd play on the radio but Batman couldn't quite place the song. "Dick?" he called, trying to catch his attention. There was something creepy about the scene like at some point the man would whip around and reveal he'd been possessed by some demon or other. Dick's ears perked and he turned to look at him. His pupils were dilated, wiping out the colour of his irises. He was sweating buckets and his black bangs stuck to his forehead. His skin was pale with flushed cheeks. He grinned at Batman and jumped to his feet, stumbling over but soon recentering himself. "There you are! I was waiting for you n got bored so I took out these guys all by myself," he explained proudly. "But then these guys brought me in here and now I can smell yellow." Batman cautiously approached him and pulled off a glove. He put the back of his hand to the younger's and frowned. He was burning up. 

"Did they give you an injection?"

"Yeah, jammed that thing right in. See?" Dick held out his arm and poked at the needle mark that was still bleeding. He must have recently been drugged. Batman cursed himself for not getting here any earlier. Who knows what was happening to the acrobat. He knelt down and plucked the used needle out of the knocked out aggressors hand, bagging it up and pocketing it in his utility belt. "I don't like the colour of my kidneys. They should be blue. I like blue. Tastes like green with a hint of pink," Dick babbled.

"Did they tell you what they've given you?" Batman asked, holding out hope that he was still aware enough to remember anything about what was coursing through him. 

"Nope. It's a super-duper secret liquid. It was blue! Blue betrayed me. How dare blue do that? I trusted blue." The older rolled his eyes and held his hand, leading him out of the room. 

"Robin! I found Dick," he announced as he entered the hallway again.

Within a few minutes, Robin was by his side with a relieved smile. That smile soured when he got a better look at his brother figure. He looked like he was experiencing every fever ever and had just finished a marathon. "Are you okay?" he inquired worriedly. 

"Apart from blue betraying me, I'm feeling great mate," Dick replied. He was looking at Robin but it was like he wasn't seeing him really. His eyes didn't have any recognition in them to say he knew exactly who he was speaking to. "What happened?" Robin asked. He kept eyeing up the acrobat as they walked out of the building. Something was just so freaky about him stumbling about and ranting about any passing thought he had. "They've given him some sort of mind-altering drug. He's running a fever and I don't doubt that's because of what they gave him," Batman explained. He kept a steadying hand on Dick's back and tightly gripped his hand. Though Dick looked so out of it he wondered how much longer he could stay on his feet for. "Do you know where you are?" Robin asked.

"Uhh, Goth-no wait the other one. Got a u with dots. Sishter city," he slurred. The sober pair glanced at one another in confusion. Whether that was a reference to a meme or his speech was shutting down, they couldn't tell. They hoped it was the first for their own sake. "We're going to take you to Alfred. He's going to make you feel better," Batman explained slowly. 

"I don't feel good?"

"You're sweating a lot and you look pale. You mustn't feel well," he insisted. What in the world had they given him? 

"I thought that was because of the badger. At least I think it was a badger. Could've been a very big rat."

"You're hallucinating," Batman commented. He snapped his fingers with a nod.

"That'll be it. You're real though right?" The older nodded. "Good cuz I can't feel my ankles." His knees buckled underneath him and he fell to the floor. Luckily Batman caught him before he could smackdown to earth and pulled him up back onto his feet. "It would be cool if one of you were like a water bender or summit. Rob, you secretly a bender? You can tell me, I won't tell anyone other than everyone."

"That's a cartoon, Dick. People can't bend the elements. It's factually incorrect anyway since air, water, earth and fire aren't elements," Robin responded. Dick hummed and narrowed his eyes at him. 

"Fine, keep your secrets."

They bundled him into the Batmobile and endured his unfocused rants until they got to the Batcave. By that time, Dick had grown quiet and could barely keep his eyes open. His teeth began to chatter and shivers consumed his body. "He's getting worse," Tim stated after seeing the state of the man in his backseat. Dick clutched at his arms and at the seats, snuggling and curling up to stay warm. Bruce grimaced and got out, collecting him in his arms. He pressed his hand against his forehead again. He was hotter than before. A lot hotter. This fever wouldn't quit on its own by the looks of things so he had to work on something to counteract whatever was in his system and fast. He deliriously stared up at the older and poked the pointy bat ears on top of his cowl. "Am I imaging these ones?" he asked, squinting at them. Bruce shook his head and he sighed in relief. "Frickin told you that Maurice. I know my shit," he stated, glaring at an empty space. His family glanced at one another but decided to leave that one for later. Bruce carried him to the medical bay and sat him down on the cot. "Go get Alfred whilst I get him comfortable," he instructed Tim. He knew the younger would want to stay with his brother but he couldn't be sure that Dick wouldn't get violent because of whatever he'd been given. Tim waited, looking at Dick then back to Bruce before sighing. He knew he had no idea how to look after someone in that state so being the messenger was probably the best he could do. He nodded and left to go up to the mansion above the Batcave.

Carefully, Bruce went about doing some general tests on Dick's function. He found that he still had strength in his hands and his reflexes were perhaps better than normal but he was running a high fever that was only getting worse. "Can you remember anything that's specific about what they gave you? Names of formulas or something?" he inquired, hoping he'd catch a break. Maybe the old Boy Wonder luck would rear its head. Dick put a finger to his chin to help him think before he snapped them. He opened his mouth to say but paused. "I'm not supposed to tell anyone." Had it not been for his years of experience with Dick being rather tricky, Bruce would've yelled at him. However, the chaotic nature of when the acrobat was much younger, he was able to keep his cool. "I promise I won't tell anyone. Not even Alfred will know," he bargained. Dick thought on it then nodded.

"Files on it are on my home comp but idk the password." Whilst ignoring him saying idk out loud and comp instead of computer, Bruce figured he had a lucky break. He didn't even need to travel over to Bludhaven. He could have Tim get into the files plus any lab results he could get from the needle he took from the scene and work out how to properly treat him with little to no problems. Dick would be back to making jokes and not complaining about the purple cat in the corner of the room who was making eyes at him in no time with the combined efforts of the small lab he had and the notes the acrobat had made on the case. "Great. We'll have you better in no time. For now, all we can do is wait and give you something to keep your fever down," Bruce explained, helping his ward lay down.

"But it's freezing in here, how can I have a fever?" he asked whilst droplets of sweat crept down his face. He didn't think to wipe the droplets away. It's like he couldn't even feel the liquid on his skin. "Must be a side effect," Bruce muttered. He checked again. The fever hadn't gotten worse but he could feel the cold sweat on the back of his hand. "Get some rest. Alfred will take care of you whilst Tim and I figure out a way to help."

"Don't bother yourselves. I'll be fine."

"Of course you will be Chum. Always are."

To be continued? You decide ;)