Missing.
Tim Drake was missing.
And for the first time in his life the Batman was at a total loss.
There was nothing more he could do. Barbra and Dick were out looking for the littlest; Robin. Despite everything that had happened they were out there. What more could he ask for?
Batman turned away from the images of Nightwing and Batgirl sweeping through the upper stories of Gotham. He stared at a particular button. This particular button switched on a particular radio frequency. One of his own design; the Justice League was on the other end. 'Maybe J'onn could just... think him up. Or Wally could run around and find him. Or Clark, Clark could simply look through the concrete and bricks and steel and see Tim.'
And maybe pigs would fly. If the BatClan couldn't find Tim; no one could.
