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It didn’t matter what kind, whether it be in a phone or computer you could understand it. If something was wrong you could explain how to fix it, this didn’t mean you understood anything that was being said to you of course. Somethings never really made sense, though the secrets you had heard over the years had given you certain advantages. Advantages like solving crimes. 

You weren’t born a genius. You had to work for it. Every scrap of your intelligence was create out of hard work and passion. Passion for your job and passion for people. You weren’t the type to sit around waiting for the next shoe to drop, you were the one to be looking for the signs of a shoe hanging. 

Which is why your current situation had gotten as far as it had. You were currently handcuffed to Nightwing in a warehouse about to be set on fire. It wasn’t exactly your fault; however you knew that you could have prevented it. But then again so could have Dick Grayson. 

Everything actually began a few days before when you and Detective Grayson got assigned on a case together. It was supposed to be a routine murder, in, out, done. But when you had noticed a strange substance on one of the crates at the crime scene you grew suspicious. 

“This,” You muttered more to yourself then anyone else, “isn’t right.” 

You stopped in your tracks and grabbed two cotton swabs, swabbing the edge of one crate then some of another, you slid the vials into your bag. Hoping that the detectives wouldn’t notice. Unfortunately for you, your partner seemed to much better at stealth. 

“I hope you weren’t planning on stealing those.” He remarked leaning over your shoulder as you slipped them into your bag. 

You flinched and nearly dropped your bag as you shot him a slight glare. You wanted to trust him. But honestly it was difficult, with a face and reputation like his not many would blame you. 

You knew you should probably tell him the truth, that you had suspicions that the substance might lead the case away from the open and closed book it seemed to be. But you didn’t want to lead anyone astray. Once you had all the facts you could tell him- them. 

Just another secret to keep, another lie to tell, it’s not as if it’s doing any harm right?

But you knew better. 

Secrets were a poison to any partnership. They worm themselves into the crevasses of doubt and make them into cracks. Splintering and shattering whatever bond existed. Partners doesn’t always mean romantic relationships, sometimes it could mean partners on a project, seat partners or even partners in crime. Regardless of what kind of partnership, people always say never to keep secrets.

If you were being truthful however, secrets were probably the only thing keeping you alive and right now you needed to keep on living, keeping your job would greatly help with that. 

“They,” You began taking a step away from him, “are samples. Part of the crime scene things I need to test. Apart of my job got it?”

He looked at you as if he didn’t believe you. And you weren’t surprised, lying on the fly never has been your strong suit. However he nodded before turning and walking away. 

After that you felt as if someone or something was watching you. Constantly watching you. It made chills run up your spine and it made you stay in your lab for far longer then you usually would. 

There was massive amounts of evidence from the crime scene. It took close to three days before you found the time to run any tests of the substances. The machines hummed answers to tests before they were officially done in your  ears. Majority of the evidence seemed to be pointing to an open and closed case. Victim was killed by a friend in a dispute about something. 

The answer seemed a little to simple to you, what exactly were they fighting about? And why were their empty crates all around the body... well they were within dragging distance at least. 

The answer was in your ears before your mass spec beeped. 

Drugs. 

Mescaline and LSD, a mixture that recently, the price on the street had sky rocketed. You were even more confused then before, why would there be drugs on the crates unless....

Unless the victim and the friend were fighting over the drugs, the crates did have an address on them.. maybe you should check it out?

You were out the door yelling at one of your interns to watch the other tests as you yanked your coat on. The crates had a strange kind of lacquer on them and you wanted to know what they were made of and if they matched any other lacquers you had identified.

A strange feeling was swirling in your stomach and you found yourself pulling your phone out of your pocket. You may not have trusted Detective Dick Grayson, but he was your partner. You should be working on the case together after all. 

Now, would be the perfect time for you to explain why you took the samples, your theories, he might even let you come to check out to see if you were correct. If there was any traces of the drugs at the address, which you now realized was supposedly an abandon warehouse. 

Punching in his number you pressed call before your worries and doubts could stop you. It rang and rang and rang and rang. Voicemail sounded in your ear, and you furrowed your brow in confusion. 

Detective Grayson had told you to phone him if you found any leads, that it didn’t matter the time of day he would answer. Though thinking about it now, it was probably him just trying to be charming. You were disappointed, you had hoped he had similar convictions when it came to work as you, but it appeared he didn’t. 

Still you tried to call again, a nagging in the back of your mind had you typing in the number and pressing call again. You hit voicemail and sighed. Only to repeat the process three more times as you headed towards the warehouse, the last time you were frustrated, angry and a little hurt. 

“Hi, It’s Y/N.” You remarked as the phone recorded you, “I have a lead on the case. It’s a long story but I just wanted you to know that I’m ninety-nine percent sure that it isn’t an open and shut murder! If you get this before I figure out if I’m right I’ll be at the abandon warehouse just by the docs. If not, well I probably call you again to tell you what happened. Anyways if you get this call me back, bye.” 

Hanging up you slid your phone into your pocket and pulled your bag closer to you it had all the supplies you needed to investigate whether or not there was any drug traces. 

You were less then a block away from the warehouse when you felt the eyes on the back of your head. Someone was watching you, the metal in the street calmed your nerves by informing you it was a vigilante. Though due to the suits being made of non-metals you didn’t know which one. Sure, if you focused hard enough you could probably figure out, but right now what was more important was proving yourself right... or maybe wrong. 

The warehouse was right in front of you, and you heard a singing, a singing of electricity and metal, something was coming your way. You turned to see what or who it was only to watch the vigilante who was watching, land right in front of you. 

"What in the hell are you doing?"

You blinked a few times staring up at the blue clad vigilante. Nightwing. Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms and gestured towards the warehouse.

"Police business, I'm a forensics tech. "

Nightwing's white lens on his mask narrowed and you shook your head before reaching into your bag. Looking for you ID, if you were lucky, it was still clipped to the front of your bag. However, rustling around in your bag you didn't find anything.

Letting out a sigh you continued to look through the bag. It had to be here, it had to be... right?

"Hey!" Nightwing snapped.

You raised a hand and continued to look, your fingers brushing something long and rectangular. Fingernails scraping in you pinched and pulled upwards. The card dug into your nailbeds, and you yanked it out of the bag to see your own scowling face.

Passing the card over to him you watched as his brow furrowed and his mouth opened slightly.

"You're Doctor Y/n L/n ?"

You nodded absentmindedly. It wasn't that big a deal, no matter how many people believed it was.

"Now if you could please move-"

Nightwing shook his head and passed the card back to you. You took the card and dropped the card into your bag.

"Why not?"

"Aren't you supposed to have an act- a police officer with you?"

You narrowed your eyes, it happened often that people assumed because you weren't a police officer you weren't law enforcement. Locking your jaw, you let out a sigh.

"I called my law enforcement," You remarked, "partner but he didn't reply. Time my blue spandexed friend, is of the essence. The scene of the crime isn't going to pristine forever. I have to get the evidence I can now. Since this building is abandon, it is government property. Which mean I don't need a warrant and have all right and authority to search and take samples from it. "

Nightwing scowled and shook his head. You let out a grunt. Why couldn't he just move out of your way... no, no. You weren't going to wait; you were just going to walk around him. He was being annoying and getting in the way.

Walking around him you continued towards the warehouse. A hand was on your shoulder, and you spun around and shoved the hand off coming face to face, once again, with Nightwing.

"Watch it bird-brain. I know what I'm doing... unlike some people."

Nightwing scoffed and shook his head. He pointed at the warehouse and shook his head. His face flushing red as he scowled even stronger. He turned away from you and you stepped towards the warehouse only for him too grunt.

"Why won't you just leave me alone?"

Nightwing got closer to you and snapped in reply, "You broke the rules, so you’re going to suffer the damn consequences."

You blinked throwing your hands up as you shook your head. Unintelligible words escaped from you. Before you let out a screech of sorts.

"What rules wise-guy? There aren't any! Not for situations like this! And if there, where I would have followed them to the 't'!"

Nightwing narrowed his eyes but shook his head, he let out a stressed breath. His jaw locking as he shook his head his hands clenching.

"Fine... I'll come with you then."

You raised an eyebrow eye narrowing as you began a stare off with the vigilante. The metal around you hummed and buzzed. Singing and sighing.

Trust

Trust.

You took in a breath before glaring at him and sank down into yourself.

"Come along then blue boy."

Marching towards the warehouse you kept, out of the corner of your eyes, a gaze on him. Moving slowly, you pushed your hand against the door when the metal began screaming at you.

DANGER

DANGER, DANGER!

Swallowing nervously, you took a step back only to feel someone at your back. Looking up you found Nightwing right behind you, like right, right behind you.

"Everything alright, doc."

You blinked giving him a strange look and he paused before wincing.

"Sorry, you were just calling me nicknames and-"

You waved a hand to stop him. It kind of made sense. Beside it was unimportant right now.

"We..." How could you explain without... explaining, "we need to be careful. I.. I have a feeling about this place."

Nightwing raised an eyebrow and now it was your turn to wince. He let out a sigh as if he understood what was going on.

"Alright."

Pushing the door open you heard a loud creak and suddenly all the metal went silent. You froze as Nightwing pressed against your back. Looking around you let out a sigh and step one foot into the room. You continued moving slowly and carefully, Nightwing right behind you. Suddenly the door swung shut with another loud creak and a clang.

Your blood went cold went suddenly the metal began screaming.

RUN

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