Damian groaned, blinking awake and clutching his pounding head. He didn't recognize this particular alleyway. Not that he had all of Gotham's alleyways memorized, just most of them.

Either way, he didn't recognize this particular alleyway. There wasn't anything that made this alleyway too fascinating. The brick walls had old graffiti, and it was definitely old by the word 'RAD' written in large bubble letters. An overflowing dumpster had rustling inside it, no doubt from rats scuffling through to find edible food. One of the windows from what appeared to be an apartment building was broken and covered over by cardboard.

Placing his hand to his ear, he tried to use the communicator. No such luck, all he got was static. He must have been out of range.

Damian frowned, eyes scanning the area for any clues as to how he got there. Not finding anything useful, the boy scowled and grappled his way to the apartment building's rooftop. That was when he froze. He had not been expecting the ever-growing expanse of high buildings in every direction. Sure, Gotham was big, but not this bright.

If he wasn't in Gotham, where was he? Damian couldn't help but become worried. He swallowed it down, however. There was no use panicking, it would likely only make the situation worse.

The best thing he could do for now was blend in. Unfortunately, he didn't have anything but underwear underneath his suit, and he didn't think that that would be a good idea no matter what city he was in. Yet, a bit more fortunate, he did have emergency cash stuffed in one of his pockets.

Damian, deciding it was best not to draw attention to himself, as it was best not let anyone know that Robin was in town when he was about to go parading down the streets as Damian Wayne, slipped into a clothing store undetected. He immediately grabbed some clothing that would fit adequately and got dressed in the convenient dressing rooms. He checked the price tags, grabbing enough cash to pay for the items and a little extra as a tip, leaving the money on the counter and silently grabbing a backpack that he slipped his Robin uniform into.

Damian found himself wearing something that was undoubtedly more Todd's style. Black ripped jeans, a t-shirt for some random band, a black hoodie, and sneakers. Thankfully, Todd's style was what passed as normal attire in most places.

Now walking down the streets, he kept his eyes low. He would just need to find a phone and call Alfred. Bingo! A payphone booth was just a few yards away. Damian dug around for any quarters, only to find he didn't have any. With a scowl, he brought out a five-dollar bill, the lowest currency he had in the pocket, and walked up to a hot-dog stand.

"Hey kid, want a hot-dog?" The man asked. The old man wore dark-tinted glasses, and a wide grin. He looked a bit like Commissioner Gordon if Damian was being completely honest. He even had a white mustache. Damian thought about it for a second, trying to decide if he was hungry or not.

"Do you have tofu dogs?" The man nodded and Damian handed him the five dollars. "One tofu-dog, then. Could you give me the change in quarters?" Damian asked the man, who nodded once again with a smile.

"Want ketchup and mustard?" The man gestured to the two bottles.

"I suppose so," Damian sighed. The man handed him his change in one hand, the tofu-dog in the other. With a nod, Damian walked back over to the pay-phone. He punched in Wayne Manor's home phone, only for it to respond with the whole 'that number does not exist or has been disconnected' spiel. With a scowl, Damian tried Bruce's cell, only for it to respond with the same thing. He tried Grayson as well, and as expected, no connection. Damian didn't think it was worth trying anyone else, it would more than likely not work in his favor.

Now for the real task, figuring out where he was. Nothing stood out at him, but it could've just been the area of town he was in. He ate the tofu-dog as he walked, hoping he would recognize something. Nothing caught his eye. He knew it wasn't Metropolis, one of the only places he thought it could be, as he'd been there many times on missions with Jon.

That didn't leave many options. The city was way too big to be anything besides Metropolis if it were in America, and based on the American flag he'd seen posted on a bridge when he'd climbed that roof earlier, it was America.

This was definitely a problem, and Damian didn't like it one bit.