Did you miss me? Well, I'll take that as a yes. Anyway, welcome to my all new story in the Batman category! I do hope you enjoy this one as many of you enjoyed my other story, which is why I decided to return as quickly as possible. So, let's begin!

Special thanks to PJ Zatken and ProtectorKorii for helping me figure out who should be the villains of this story. I just hope I keep these villains in character...

Disclaimer: I dno't hvae cpoy rgihts to Bamatn. Azamnig how you're redinag tihs, rghit?

Time really does fly when you spend nearly an entire night patrolling Gotham. Even on quiet nights like now. Nightwing pondered in his head, while standing on the edge of one of the numerous tall buildings which occupied the large city. Nightwing had just finished patrolling and for once, he planned on getting some sort of sleep before the sun rose. Even if Nightwing knew that the sleep would probably last two hours at the most, it was still better than nothing in his optimistic mind.

Nightwing made sure that there was no one around before he tugged open the window to his semi new apartment and he slipped inside. There were no lights on in the living room Nightwing had just entered, but that was not the reason he instantly tensed upon entering his home. Nightwing could tell something was off, especially when he heard the faint sound of something which eerily resembled the noise a weapon made when it was being loaded.

Somebody is in- Nightwing's thought was cut off when he dropped to the ground, while a rather large net flew across the area he had been standing in and it crashed into the wall behind him. Nightwing didn't even have to switch to night vision before he spotted the person that had shot the net, but the person was someone he definitely didn't expect. Nightwing almost didn't believe his eyes, but he couldn't deny that he knew only one person who would wear that red mask in Gotham.

"Jason!" Nightwing shouted in confusion, as he hurriedly got back to his feet and into a fighting stance. Jason didn't reply, which Nightwing noted was unlike him, that and how Jason didn't seem to be trying to kill him for once.

There's something off about him. It's like his entire personality has changed. Nightwing observed, coming out of his thoughts just in time to backflip off to the side as another net was shot in his direction. Nightwing now decided to move on to offense, so he started heading towards Jason who hadn't made a move towards Nightwing the entire time. Jason, in response, just prepared to use the net shooter at the approaching Nightwing, but Nightwing was prepared for that move and when he got close enough, Nightwing kicked the net shooter out of Jason's hand.

Is he being mind controlled? Nightwing wondered, still confused by the strange actions of Jason, who still had not spoken a word. Nightwing left those thoughts as a punch managed to land on him, which for some reason, Nightwing couldn't shake the feeling that the punch was held back a little.

"Why are you doing this?" Nightwing questioned, hoping for a verbal answer, but he only received a few punches and kicks in his direction. Nightwing managed to shrug off the ones that actually hit him and he also threw back some of his own, until electricity suddenly coursed through his entire body. It wasn't enough of a shock to render him unconscious, due to his insulated suit, but it did force him to the ground for a moment and that was how long it took for Jason to grab hold of the net shooter.

"Jason, why-" Nightwing was cut off as he quickly attempted to move to the side, only to have a large net pin him to the floor. Nightwing struggled to get up while Jason approached him, though Nightwing noticed that even the way Jason was walking seemed out of character for him.

"It's better this way." Jason finally spoke, which would have made Nightwing somewhat relieved if the words he said had actually made sense.

"What are you talking about?" Nightwing asked, while his hands were furiously cutting away at the net with the sharp edge of a grappling hook, even if he knew he would never have enough time to escape before Jason got to him. Jason seemingly didn't hear him, as he approached the trapped Nightwing with a visible syringe in his hand. Nightwing easily caught sight of the syringe, which is why he fought harder to have at least an arm free from the net, so he would be able to somewhat fight back when Jason approached him. Yet Nightwing knew that would be impossible as Jason crouched down beside him and injected the syringe into his neck.

It's fast acting...plus, it's a sedative... Nightwing realized, as his vision quickly blurred and his hands fell limply at his side. Jason could tell that Nightwing's eyes were closing behind the mask and Jason didn't even wait for them to fully close when he removed the net from on top of Nightwing.

"It's going to be okay, brother." Jason spoke in a surprisingly soothing voice, as he lifted up a currently unconscious Nightwing and draped him over a shoulder. Jason then went out the same way Nightwing had enter, while he also checked to make sure there would be no witnesses before he dropped down into an alley way which was on the left side of the apartment building. Jason now headed further into the dead end alley where a black car, which he apparently owned, was waiting.

That sedative is not going to last long. Jason dully noted, since he knew that every member of the Bat family had built up a tolerance to sedatives. Knowing Nightwing would awaken soon, Jason placed Nightwing in the passenger seat and immediately began to bind him with a thick wire rope. Jason also gagged him, before he went to the driver's seat, sat down, and then started the car.

"You're going to feel better when we get to Father's house. I promise you will." Jason spoke uncharacteristically, while ruffling up Nightwing's hair, who mumbled something through the gag even though he was unconscious. Jason just smiled, as he began to drive the car out of the alley way and into the shadowed streets.

Nightwing is missing. Batman knew this for a fact, after he realized that Nightwing hadn't contacted him within the last forty-five minutes. Nightwing always contacted Batman after he finished patrolling in Gotham. Even though Batman had never asked him to do such a thing, Nightwing still did it just to convince his father figure that he was alright. Batman realized that Nightwing would never just stop that habit, especially since Nightwing had earlier told him he would be done with patrol in five minutes, yet it had been nearly fifty minutes ago when Batman last spoke with him.

Maybe an unexpected crime is holding him up. Batman attempted to reassure himself, even if he knew that Nightwing would have told him if he would be on patrol later than he planned. Now, Batman felt the parental concern any parent felt in a situation like his.

Is it possible he was captured? Batman wondered, while sitting in the black chair, which was purposely placed in front of the Bat computer. Normally, Batman wouldn't jump to the kidnapped conclusion so quickly, but some facts he recently gathered pointed to it.

"It's highly unlikely." Batman mused out loud, while turning on the computer. Batman understood that Nightwing knew how to take care of himself, yet that didn't mean Nightwing was perfect. It was always possible for Nightwing, or even Batman, to be captured no matter how prepared they were.

Maybe I'm making myself see a connection, which really isn't there. Batman attempted once more to reassure himself and he again failed at it. Glancing at the computer, Batman narrowed his eyes at the screen which held information on the Red Hood/ Jason's recent activities. Currently though, Jason hadn't been active for nearly two weeks and that was definitely not something Jason would do willingly.

Something or someone forced him to stop...and someone capturing him would definitely make him halt in his activities... Batman reasoned, as he felt just a bit of concern for Jason, though Batman doubted such concern would ever be returned if the roles were reversed.

If Jason and Nightwing were both taken by the same person then there are only two similar connections, which they share. Batman truly wanted to believe that he was wrong with his hypothesis, yet he had to admit it would make sense.

"They were both former Robins... and they were both adopted by Bruce Wayne." Batman spoke out loud, knowing it meant that whoever took them, knew that Batman and Bruce Wayne were technically the same person.

The villains, who actually know I am Batman, are a small group. That is if this isn't a new villain all together. Batman had to wonder about the possibility that someone new had come along, though it was doubtful they were new and also figured out who he was so quickly.

Either way, if this new or old enemy is targeting former Robins then I should alert Red Robin about this. Batman was already calling Red Robin's cell, the minute the thought was completed.

"Bruce?" Red Robin's voice came from the other end, without sounding tired even though it was about four a.m.

"Tim, I'm calling because I have case which happens to involve you and I ask that you return to Wayne Manor immediately." Batman got directly to the point, with a voice he only reserved for those he considered family, yet traces of the gruff Batman voice still leaked in.

"Sure thing. I'll be there in less than an hour." Red Robin replied, glad that he happened to already be heading towards Gotham at that time, before he hung up the phone.

Red Robin didn't even ask what the case was about... Batman purposely didn't tell Tim about Nightwing and Jason being missing, or possibly kidnapped, since he felt it would be better to tell him when he got to the cave. The fact that Red Robin hadn't even questioned him, just reminded Batman how much faith and trust his sons had in him.

I have to live up to that trust. Batman told himself, pulling up files of all the enemies he had who had knowledge of his secret identity, on the computer. No matter how small the number of villains who knew his identity was, Batman honestly couldn't help to wish that the number could turn into zero.

"Resisting isn't to your benefit." Jason sounded slightly annoyed, while he attempted to make a struggling Nightwing stop in his resistance. Nightwing had long since woken up and he actually almost escaped earlier since someone hadn't removed any of his weapons, but Jason had managed to stop him. Currently, Jason was considering sedating Nightwing again, if it meant a few minutes without struggling. Deciding against that option, Jason eventually pulled out one of his guns and placed it threateningly against Nightwing's head.

"Mmmfffm!" Nightwing attempted to shout through the gag, discontinuing in his struggling when he felt the weapon make contact with his head. Nightwing knew it was better to just comply with a still unusual acting Jason than continuing a fight he wouldn't win. So Nightwing allowed Jason to drag him through the hallway, even if the gun was removed from his head and he choose to use this time to analyze his surrounding and his situation instead.

I'm in some sort of mansion, which almost looks like Wayne Manor. Nightwing noted, searching through the foggy memory of when he had just fought off the sedative, only to realize he was outside a large mansion like place. The inside of the mansion like place even reminded Nightwing of the inside of Wayne Manor, which Nightwing definitely found odd plus a bit creepy.

So I basically have no idea where I am. Meaning, I should focus my attention on my current conditions. Nightwing thus checked himself for any injuries and he was moderately astonished to find none, if he didn't count the fact that he felt a little groggy from the sedative.

I'm physically okay, but I still don't know how to escape. Nightwing tested his bindings slightly and Jason immediately glared at him, though it wasn't the normal harsh glare Nightwing was used to receiving from him. Once more, Nightwing knew that Jason had to be under someone else's control for Jason to be treating him gentler than he ever had since he became Red Hood.

I never thought I would miss Jason attempting to kill me until now. Nightwing couldn't help to muse, finding it almost disturbing how Jason had a somewhat blank look on his face. Yet, Nightwing felt that the way Jason was speaking was even stranger than his actions.

"...you'll be better after this." Jason interrupted his thoughts. Actually, Jason had said more than just that, but that was the only part of the sentence Nightwing caught, since he had been too busy pondering. Now Jason had finally stopped dragging Nightwing, halting in front of a downwards staircase, yet he wisely didn't let his grip loosen on Nightwing either.

"He can fix you, like he fixed me." Jason mumbled, further confusing Nightwing, as he yanked Nightwing above the ground so he wouldn't tumble down the stairs. The stair case was shrouded in darkness and since Nightwing couldn't free a hand, he was unable to switch to night vision, meaning he was just about blind. It wasn't until they reached the bottom of the staircase, did Nightwing regain some of his sight due to a small light bulb in the ceiling.

"Hold him there, son." Someone ordered, who stood out of the light's range so no one could see him. Of course, Nightwing didn't need to view him in order to recognize who that voice belonged to.

"Mmmmfff?" Nightwing attempted to question the man, but the gag wouldn't allow the words to come out right. Nightwing no longer held back the urge to fight back when Jason tossed him in front of another person, who he also recognized.

Don't tell me they're both working together. Nightwing sort of expected one of them to be behind this, but he never planned on seeing the two working together.

"It won't take long to get him under our control." Dr. Hurt spoke to the man who still remained in the shadows, while acting like he didn't even notice Nightwing was there.

"Then do it already." The man in the shadows ordered calmly and Nightwing could just imagine the satisfied smirk on his face. Nightwing tried once more to free himself as he was placed in front of Dr. Hurt and Jason forced him onto his knees.

"Calm down, I told you they're going to help you." Jason spoke softly, grabbing Nightwing's chin and forcing him to look up at Dr. Hurt, who gazed straight into Nightwing's mask. Immediately, Nightwing felt the room start to spin and his head began to ache.

"Mmmmmf!" Nightwing tried to hold back on the shout, as the sting started to course through his entire body. Nightwing didn't get a chance to wonder how long it was going to last before the agonizing feeling died down until it was replaced with an extreme longing to go to sleep. Nightwing tried to keep his eyes open, but he was losing the fight as the man, who was hidden in the darkness, at that very moment decided to come into the light.

"Mmmmm..." Nightwing tried to speak one last time, as he collapsed on the ground, while the man strode towards him.

The man stared at Nightwing's unconscious form as he whispered, "...Hush..."

REVIEW! I had to say this first just in case some people only looked at the first word of this Author's Note.

Anyway, I'm assuming you know who that one guy at the end is... and if you don't, you need to read some more Batman comics! Sorry, it took me so long to publish this, but my laptop was acting up. Also, it may take a while for me to update since I'm only vaguely sure where I'm heading in this story and that means I might take a few suggestions.

Well, until the next chapter, bye! :)