Disclaimer: DC folks belong to DC. Dresden folks belong to Jim Butcher. The random victims are mine.

Notes: Sequel to "Revenge" and "Behind the Façade" because a plot bunny bit me while I was writing "Revenge". Only reason why it took me so long to post this is because I had a hard time writing this. I hope you enjoy reading my fic though :)

Replies to final reviews in Revenge:

DarthZ: Happy to have entertained you :) I'm really glad I'm not the only one who finds my humor funny lol. (I'm not gonna disclose how many zeroes are in there though :P)

TwiceMarked: I was obsessed with Dresden Files, then I re-discovered my love for Dick Grayson. The crossover was bound to happen ;)

Tiger Lily Roar and Soului: Sorry this took so long, but I hope you'll like this one too :)

Xakko: Yep, Harry and Oracle is a very bad team-up. So bad, expect explosions and no work being done ^^

Cassandra Chalice and Mogg: Haha much thanks. I'm glad to know that my humor is liked :)

VM Mercenary: Unfortunately, there isn't a lot of action in this sequel. Really had a hard time writing this. And even if you're not a writer, your criticism really brought out the weaknesses and plus points in my previous fic. I'll be very happy to receive any future constructive crits from you to help me improve :D

I was in the middle of my daily workout when the call came in. It was coming from my JL communicator, meaning it could have been any of the dozens of capes I'd met during the last crisis, but I knew there was only one who'd actually bother calling me. Well, alright make that two - can't forget about my honorary uncle, can I? But chances are, it was the one person who regularly scares almost the entire League.

For half a second, I was tempted to ignore it; I wasn't his sidekick anymore, I didn't have to drop everything whenever he asks. But I also knew the caller wouldn't call unless it was important, which means I'll have to get a move on. So I gave up today's workout as a lost cause, made a final flip over the high bar and landed on the mat with a puff of resin.

"Nightwing." He said when I acknowledged the call. That was Batman for you; he never bothers to waste time with a greeting. "You need to go to Chicago."

I raised an eyebrow behind my mask. "Chicago? What's interesting about-" And then it hit me. A couple of months ago I'd brought a certain friend to the circus - my circus. He said he'd never been to one so I extended an invitation. It was also to help him shake off the pall of the last case we'd worked together. He was the only Chicagoan I knew of whom Batman had an interest in.

"Harry." I breathed, already feeling cold dread creep into my stomach.

"His file has been compromised." Batman admitted gruffly. "Robin and I are tracing the source. We believe it isn't someone new."

I let out my breath in a whoosh. If it wasn't a newcomer, that means it must be from Batman's rogue gallery. In all his years of crime-fighting, Batman had amassed a lot of enemies, but there were only a handful of them who could hack into the Crays; and depending on what files they took, we could narrow down the suspects.

"Just his files?" I asked.

"Yes."

That means it's one of the more dangerous rogues. "I can be in Chicago in three hours."

I shut the comms and took a quick shower. My quarters in Titans Tower had enough of my spare clothing to pack for a few days' trip. Knowing Harry though, I hoped it wouldn't turn into an extended stay. The nightmares Harry faced often made me wish I was fighting a meta instead - because then I'd be facing another human, and not a bloodthirsty monster.

I'd planned to leave a message to the other Titans that I was taking a few days off. But I had to scratch that plan as soon as I stepped out of my room - Roy and Donna were already waiting for me outside.

"'Taking a few personal days' again, Wingster?" Roy snatched the note I'd hastily written from my hand, reading it in a second. "The last time you did that, Gillhead had to take over the reins."

"We heard your comms go off." Donna nudged Roy with her elbow, but her blue eyes held concern when she looked at me. "Did something happen?"

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. Roy's been one of my best friends ever since we formed the Teen Titans together. We weren't really close at first, but when I helped him get rid of a nasty drug habit, he's been doggedly watching over my ass whenever I needed his help. It was probably because he still felt like he owed me even though I'd told him several times there was no debt in the first place.

Then there was Donna. She was the only female in our little group back then, and she pretty much had taken over the role of caring sister to our impulsive brothers. And as we grew up, her sisterly role evolved into that of den mother, always asking after us rowdy teenage heroes. How many times have she badgered me about my very little sleep?

I sighed and hitched my duffle bag higher on my shoulder. I didn't want to tell just anyone what happened, but these two wouldn't let me go until I explained the situation - and they weren't just anyone after all. I met their gazes head on. "Someone hacked the Crays."

They both stilled, their faces carefully blank. They knew what those four words meant; it wasn't that long ago that the disaster of an enemy hacking into Batman's files had happened. Even though Batman was now back in the JLA again, there were still capes who distrusted the Bat. And with this second attempt, who knows how much they could trust him again. They might not even invite him back to the JLA, whether they needed him or not.

"Are we gonna have to batten down the hatches?" Roy asked tentatively. He knew - all the Titans did - that I had taken my own share of distrust because I threw my support behind Batman. It nearly tore the group apart - some of them siding with me, their leader for several years, and some of them siding with the League.

It made me glad that I had a bit of good news to give.

I smiled reassuringly and shook my head. "The hacker didn't get into the JLA files. As far as Batman and Robin know, none of the capes' files were touched."

Roy grinned in relief, "That's great, then! Isn't it?"

Donna however, was more suspicious. Batman had numerous files on not just capes and criminals, he also kept files on a few civilians he likes to keep track of. I'd told the original Titans stories of Commissioner Gordon among others. She was frowning as she stepped closer. "Then...why are you going?"

I sighed again and told them. "The file that was stolen wasn't about a cape."

Roy's eyebrows rose in surprise. "A civilian's? Whose?"

"Harry Dresden's."

"The wizard?" Donna asked. It wasn't just Commissioner Gordon I'd told stories of lately.

I nodded.

"We're coming with you."