Characters: Batman, Nightwing, Robin
Prompt: #18, Instinct
Word Count: About two hundred.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
A/N: Some things you will always know.
He's fast, of course, and he's using the Cave's irregularities to maximize his cover. It'd mean nothing against the sensor grid, but he must have taken it down shortly after waking up in the med bunk. It'll take Nightwing fifteen minutes to restore it, and probably the same time for you to track him down.
In his current state, those are fifteen minutes you don't want to risk. Not all of the Cave defense systems are down, and there's a possibility that he might get hurt.
"Dick," you say.
He stops working on the Bat-computer and looks at you sharply. You nod. He takes off his domino and speaks aloud. "I know you can hear us, kid. You are frightened and confused, but you have to trust us. Trust me. We can help."
Silence. Nightwing lets a note of frustration into his voice. "Please."
The kid steps into the light from one of the possible hidden places you had considered. "What's going on?"
"You were hit by an biofrequency EMP blast. You were unconscious, so we took you here. We believe it also gave you short-term amnesia, which is why everything looks unfamiliar."
"Where is here?" He's clearly talking with Nightwing, but he's keeping his eyes focused on you. Good boy.
"You are in the Batcave. You are Robin." Dick smiles with pride.
Tim is looking at Dick, now, his eyes glued to him as if there were nothing else in the world to see.
You take the opportunity and shot him a tranq dart.