"… or is it because we're stretched thin?"
Of course Tim would mention that.
That's where everyone's minds were, after all: the others, on a mission shrouded in doubt and incredible, terrifying risk.
Go deep into what was once Cadmus storage, searching for the cyrogenically frozen Speedy—the original Roy Harper.
They knew he was alive—they'd recovered the records from the old Cadmus facility, thanks to Dick's hacking as Robin. But that'd been five years ago, and tracking Roy hadn't been easy.
But Roy—the clone, Red Arrow—was not going to give up without a fight. And, just last week, he'd found the break he was looking for. When Cadmus had packed up shop, they'd shifted from warehouse to warehouse to keep their wares secure.
And Roy had found the trail.
A week ago, he'd approached the team about it, said he would need help going in.
No one asked why he hadn't gone to the League—they were all secretly pleased, even.
Aqualad, Artemis, Impulse (Wally's new persona), and Arrowette (one of the younger kids, Cissie) had volunteered. Dick told them to be efficient—four people meant he was down one, if not two, squads.
But now seven days had come and gone, and no one had heard a word for three. They hadn't even mentioned radio silence before communication ceased altogether.
It would be an understatement to call the situation "troublesome."
"Just don't die, okay?"