SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

This story goes off the comic series Grayson.

(One of my favorite Dick Grayson comics.)

The chapter is based around it, but even if you haven't read the comic you'll understand. And if you have read the comic, I'm not completely following it, just using it as a sort-of base.

Just so y'know.

(OH! ALSO ALSO! The picture above is from the comic. The tech Dick uses in the comic makes it impossible for people and cameras to see/remember his face. In the scene up there he turns if off for a second while he and Clark are running away from these guys. The lady was getting close, so Dick turns it off. She gets one look at him and wipes out. One of the many reasons I love the comic)

ALRIGHT LET'S GET TO IT!!!!

Normal POV

"Red Hood, head to the south side. Red Wing, the east. I'll be going to-" Damian, aka the current Batman, was interrupted from assigning patrol areas by static from the batcomputer. No image came up, just bad sound.

"-Malone-" A young voice spoke, in what sounded like a panic, through the call. "Line - secure."

Damian rushed over to the computer, trying to get the connection to work. It had a strong encryption, the line meant to be heard by the other and whoever 'Malone' was.

"Mr. - lone? This- Birdwa-"

Tim came up to the computer, looking it over while Damian tried to work. "What are they saying?"

"I don't know, the connection isn't good." Damian stepped aside and let Tim give a go at it. (Damian may not, and probably never will, admit that his younger brother was one of the best hackers he knew.) He turned back to the screen and grabbed a mic, hoping to get any sort of message through. "Who is this? Whoever you are, we are not your Malone."

"Line insecure -cher out." All noise from the computer stopped, leaving the three batboys completely bewildered.

"You don't think Bruce is Malone, do you?" Jason stepped up, adding his two cent. It was a possibility, but it was impossible to ask him. The three heroes had one thought on their mind, 'Dumb Amnesia. . .' Perfect timing right.

"He sounded young." Tim sighed, finally stepping away from the keyboard. "And scared." Damian nodded. He had a weird feeling, the voice sounded like someone he knew, but he couldn't place it. (the static didn't help with that)

Damian took off his mask, glancing back at the computer. "You two go on patrol. I'm gonna see if I can figure out anything about our mystery caller."

"You sure?" Jason asked, was he concerned about going out with just Tim? No. But Damian hardly ever skipped patrol. Gotham needed Batman.

"The city will survive one night." Tim and Jason nodded, turning to leave. Damian took a seat in front of the large computer, sitting in his father's chair.

"Birdwatcher?" He whispered, he thought he'd heard the person say it. That may have been their name, code name.

But who would Bruce have a connection with? Did they know who he was? Did he know the rest of the families secrets?

Were they working together? Was this Birdwatcher collecting and sending information, or was Bruce sending them info?

Damian searched the files for anything on Birdwatcher, or Bird, or Watcher, or Malone. There was nothing.

Not a file, or a tab, or a mention.

Damian looked through the extensive number of files, going back to when Jason just started his rounds as Wing with Bruce.

He did find something. One file, hidden within a number of normal day to day files. Tim might have been a helpful asset during trying to get it open. But Damian had skills to, and after a couple minutes he got it open.

It was filled with information on a group called Spyral. A organization of spies. Lead by a man known as Mister Minos. The only description he had was that he was a male Caucasian, with blonde-gray hair.

The group seemed to be going around the world, collecting different items and organs. They also seemed to know quite a bit about the hero community, along with who were members of it.

The file also included a talk between Birdwatcher and Malone.

"Mr. Malone, this is Birdwatcher. This is a secure line." The voice said, young and small, but sounded sure of himself. "Is this a bad time?"

There was no respond so Damian assumes that Mr. Malone wasn't recorded. There was a beat of silence before Birdwatcher spoke again.

"I was interrupted last night, mid-report. But I just wanted to updates the scavenger hunt proceeds." So the kid was gathering and sending information. A spy.

"Agent 37 is being sent out to collect today." Damian blinked. The kid was an actual spy. It was quiet again, meaning Mr. Malone was probably speaking.

"Yeah I'm doing ok, for a dead man. How's–

"I see you've found Master Bruce's file." Alfred. Damian had half a mind to jump and shut the computer off like he'd been snooping in something he shouldn't.

Which he was.

But he was Batman right now, so this was his business . . . Kind of.

"Did you know he had some kid working for him?" Damian spun around, anger easily read on his usually cold face.

"I did not," Alfred replied in his posh accent, running a finger over a dusty counter top.

Damian turned back to the computer, scowling at the screen. "He has whoever this is doing undercover work. A child should not being doing that."

"You are certainly one to talk, Master Damian. You started your rounds as the Wing at the ripe old age of 11."

Damian couldn't think of a comeback. The old man was right, but he was trained since birth. But he was young nonetheless.

That didn't mean this kid should be doing this.

Damian typed a few things into the computer. Finding different talks between the two. He clicked on the latest one.

"Mr. Malone, this is Birdwatcher. Line secure." Silence. "Mr. Malone? This is Birdwatcher, like secure."

Nothing again, but him repeating himself meant that Bruce didn't respond. But it also meant Bruce had an Agent out there who didn't know his . . . predicament.

"Ok," The kid sighed. "Your probably doing something, but this is our assigned time. But uh, I wanted to ask if I could." He sounded apprehensive, scared, small.

"If I could come home."

Damian froze, staring at the screen like he could suddenly talk to the kid. This kid, who didn't sound older than Jason, was out there. Alone, probably scared. Without contact from the person who put him out there. (Damian again cursed Bruce's idiotic amnesia) And he wanted to come home, but couldn't.

Alfred gasped quietly. "Oh my."

"I have to find a way to contact him." Damian said offhandedly, already thinking of ways of contacting Birdwatcher.

"I'll prepare some drinks, would you like me to contact Master Tim and Master Jason?"

Damian sat back in the chair, "Let them patrol, I'll handle this." Alfred turned away with a nod.

"We're coming Birdwatcher."

"Took you long enough, 37." Helena said, placing a hand on her hip as Dick stepped out of his room.

Dick waved her off, "Sorry, sorry. I was just thinking." Turning to start walking ahead of her a bit. 

"Of what? Elephants and circus tents?"

Dick scoffed, "Reading through my file again? You just can't get enough of me, huh?"

"In your dreams, short-stack." Helena attempted to hit the 13-year-old in the back of the head. Dick just flipped away, cackling as he ran down the halls.

"Good afternoons, Mr. Minos." Helena greeted as she and Dick stood side by side, hands crossed behind them. The head of Spyral sat in a big almost egg-shaped chair, he spun around. His distorted face looking back at them.

Mr. Minos chuckled, "Minos, the man with the labyrinth face. So delightfully tacky." He looked towards Dick, leaving forwards in his chair a bit. "Isn't it fun to play spy, Agent 37?"

"Yes, sir." Dick said seriously, he hated playing spy. It didn't help that he was literally a child surrounded by super agents adults. Being as tiny as a 10-year-old didn't help either.

"On that note we got another gunner." Dick cringed at the word. He had went on a case with a man who could only see through the barrels of his guns. Dick had retrieved his actual eyes (the main thing Spyral wanted) and got the guy to calm down and have a good talk.

Only for Agent 8 to shoot him down. He shot back at Agent 8 before falling to the ground. Splatting dead on the pavement of the school his kid went too. Agent 8 dying up on a rooftop.

Not a fun mission.

"Agent 37, Matron, your mission is to retrieve the cargo he's lugging around. Inside is a shipment of enhanced organs, meant to go to a black market site. Or- no, not a black market site- uh. It was uh- Y'know what I'll just upload it to your Hypnos." Minos said, the information being implanted into their brains.

"Dismissed." Mister Minos said, spinning back around in his seat. Dick and Helena turned to walk out of the room.

Dick sighed, "Fun Times await."

Dick's alarm clocked buzzed. He shot up in bed, looking at it oddly.

It was 11:02, not he and Bruce's assigned time. If Bruce was trying to contact him something must be wrong.

Dick got off his bed, running to lock the door before disassembling the clock. He pulled the small communications device out, and hearing a voice that wasn't Bruce's.

"Bird- line secure." The line fizzled in and out. Whoever this was sounded familiar, but it wasn't Bruce.

"Who is this?" How did they find this line? Did Bruce send them to talk? Did they have info Dick might need?

"This- Bat-cave." Bruce did send them. Why?

"Did Mr. Malone send you?" He didn't get an immediate response. "How did you find this line?"

It was silent for a long time before the other voice spoke, the line finally clear.

"Grayson . . ?"

Dick could hear the voice. He knew that voice.

"Dami!?"

Damian had finally found a way to contact Birdwatcher.

Could he have gotten the line up quicker? Maybe.

But he got the line, and Birdwatcher picked up.

"Birdwatcher. This line is secure." Damian said, having heard it on the other recordings.

Birdwatcher didn't respond for a beat, "Who's this?" He was suspicious, not a bad thing.

"This is a call from the Batcave." Vague enough, they didn't know who he was just yet. 

"Did Mr. Malone send you?" Was he supposed to lie? Did they have a password in case someone new came on?

Something clicked in Damian's head when Birdwatcher said "How did you find this line?"

He knew that voice. How could he forget that voice.

Damian thought he was dead.

"Grayson?" The other stayed silent.

Turns out Bruce was just hiding him.

"Dami?!"

AAAAAAANNNNNNNNDDDD I'll end this one up here!

This may turn into a two-part, might just end here. It's up to you guys.

Anyway!

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HAVE A STAR STELLAR DAY WEEK MONTH AND YEAR!!