Dick looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost five thirty. Tim should be calling at any second now so the oldest brother went to grabbed his jacket and set it on a chair. Going back to the kitchen he waited for the call. Five forty fie rolled around and Dick texted Tim asking him if he was done yet.
There was no reply.
A little worried Dick picked up his jacket putting it on as he headed to his bike. Putting on the helmet he drove off to the contest. When he got there the people where leaving making their way to their cars. The contest people taking down their photos, packing up to leave until the next contest.
Walking up to the stage he saw Tim photo sitting on the table with a blue ribbon on it. Seeing it calmed Dick down a little. If Tim won than that means that he was probably around thanking the officials or something like that.
Seeing some people talking he walked up to them. "Excuse me," He smiled. "I'm looking for Tim Wayne, he's my little brother and I saw his picture up there and was wondering if you have seen him?"
A well rounded man turned around. "Actually we were just talking about the young man. At the age of fifteen he managed to take brilliant photos, however when we called him as the winner he failed to appear."
"Failed to appear? But he's been so excited about this!"
"Don't worry I'm sure he's around here somewhere," A woman said.
Leaving Dick took out his phone calling Tim's phone. It rang for a while before a click. 'I can't come to the phone right now, please leave a message and I'll get back to you soon. Thanks.' "Tim, call me right now!"
Hanging up Dick pulled up the phone GPS. Letting out a relived sigh he saw that Tim phone showed that he was about a hundred yards away. Rushing to the spot his heart dropped as he came upon a trash can. Reaching in he pulled out Tim's phone. What made him even more afraid with the small amount of blood on the screen and white phone case.
Turning around Dick looked around scanning the place. "Tim? Tim! Tim where are you?!"
Soon Dick was running around in a full panic looking for his brother. Calling out his name looking here and there and anywhere he could think of before he realized he was running around without thinking straight. Pulling out his phone he dialed the only person he would ever go too.
"Hello-"
"Bruce! Oh my god, Bruce!" Dick's voice was hysterical
"Dick? Dick what's wrong?!"
"Oh god, I don't know what to do!"
"Dick, I need you to calm down and tell me what's wrong-"
"Oh, God, Timmy's missing!" Dick screamed into the phone. "I traced his phone GPS and I found it in a trashcan and there was blood on it and no one's seen him!"
The whole area was closed off with police everywhere, some interviewing people; other's looking in the grass areas. The TV News in a frenzy in the fact that Bruce Wayne's son Timothy Wayne had gone missing. It was every station, everyone was talking about it. There was nowhere one could go and not hear about it.
Bruce sat in his study with the commissioner Gordon waiting for a call when the Gordon spoke. "I haven't seen your other sons."
"They were pretty shaken up by it. They went to their rooms to try and deal with it."
"Understanding, since their brother is missing."
What Gordon didn't know was that Bruce's sons weren't in their rooms.
On the rooftops, Nightwing, Red Hood and Robin leaped form one building to another before splitting up searching for the missing Bat brother. Robin stayed with Nightwing. They continued their search, asking questions or as Red Hood was doing punching the hell out of people for answers.
As they continued on Robin paused near a forest. Pressing a button to his cowl turning the night vision on running into the dark place carefully to more quietly as he could through the shadows when there was a small beep. Zooming in he saw something on the ground. Rushing over he saw a small bag and he leaned down noting that it was Tim's little bag he carried around his wrist all the time.
Carefully picking it up he placed it into a bag before pressing his com. "Found the M.I.A's GBs bag. Sending coordinates now."
After fifteen minutes of waiting two figures jumped down next to him. Nightwing walked up to him and Robin held out the bag and he took it scanning it with a small scanner before it beeped.
"Tim's bloods on here. Small amounts but it's still there. Let's spread out and see if we can find him."
They split up once again combing the forest for any signs of their brother. However as they continued until it was an hour before the sun came up so they all were forced to head home. Going through the windows of their rooms, they changed quickly before heading down stairs. Dick went first with Jason as Damian was told to wait for at least twenty minutes later so Gordon wouldn't suspect anything.
As the day wore on, than the next day, and the next no call came for a ransom for Tim Wayne. There was no clue to his whereabouts. No clues, no leads, no talk, no nothing. It was almost as if he had vanished into a nothingness.
A day later Alfred returned from his small vacation upon hearing the news.
When a week passed Gordon had called upon Batman to help with the case. Saying that Bruce Wayne need his son found. So, Batman and his four sons searched for him. A few times Damian had to put on Red Robin so no one would notice that one Bat had vanished.
However on the third time Dick had to wear Tim's outfit because Damian had threw a rage fit trying to rip the costume to pieces. Although Dick and Tim were small considering their training, Robins needed to be small so they could jump further and almost like. Dick had it easy being an acrobat. After Jason's death and Tim's arrival they had put acrobats training into the Robin training. In end result, two out of the four brothers where smaller and the other two would grow eventually taller.
Jason was taller than Dick by a good three inches at seventeen, Damian was catching up to Tim by the time he hit twelve and now thirteen Damian only had about four inches to go to surpass Tim and since Tim had yet to grow since he was fourteen it was mostly likely that the middle child would stay at same size and height of 5'1 since he continued to train with Dick in the art of acrobatics.
When the second week that came around Gordon showed up at the house asking that the family gathered and so they did. They sat all a common room, Gordon is one chair and across the table Bruce sat in the other chair with his three sons standing around and behind him, his oldest fidgeting trying to see what Gordon was holding.
"We found this in the forest." Gordon said pulling out a evidence bag slowly placing it on the table. "Do you recognize this?"
They all tensed seeing Tim's camera. The very same one he rarely parted with except when patrolling or sleeping. That wasn't what was the worst part though. The strap on the camera was broke as if it was been ripped off. The lens was cracked looking like it was about to shatter at any moment.
"This is Tim's." Bruce said at last. "Where did you find it?"
"In the forest." Gordon took out some pictures of the camera. "We found it there sitting on a rock. We think someone placed it there since we combed the area already. I had a few friends help."
"So, where is he?" Dick said suddenly stepping forward his voice wavering a little. "Did you find anything? Any clues, any signs?"
"We did find something… we found blood."
"We need to find him before he gets an infection or something!" Dick started to leave. "He's hurt somewhere!"
"Dick!" Bruce yelled standing up. "Come back here."
"But I-"
"Commissioner Gordon, I have a feeling there's something more that you have to tell us."
"We found more blood around the area. A substantial amount… more than four quarts, almost five and it all matches your son's DNA."
The room went cold until Dick's sobs started to fill the room. He was never the one to hide his feelings, always wearing his heart on his sleeves. Jason was confused, angry and punched a whole into the wall before adding a few more.
Damian didn't know what to do. He just stared blankly eyes slightly widened, frowning.
No one could survive with that amount of blood loss.
It had taken time to stop hating Drake and harder for Damian not to last out all the time at him for no reason. True he hated Drake at the started. For a long time but over the years they had gotten used to each other. Not bonding nor hugs in that sense but there was hatred there. Dislike maybe but no longer hate.
Damian had never been able to handle emotions well and right now he was very confused as he watched Bruce try to comfort Dick even those tears were clearly making their way down his Father's face no matter how hard the man fought them. Looking over at Jason he saw that the older one had pressed his forehead against the wall swearing under his breath, cheeks wet.
Than Damian turned to the Commissioner who looked grimed. Looking at the camera he walked over to it picking it up slowly before noticing that the memory card was still inside. Eyes widening he wondered if Tim's death was on there. Or maybe there was a clue to his body was.
Looking around the room he noticed everyone's distraction and quickly took the memory card out without anyone noticing it before slipping it into his pocket. After less than twenty minutes Gordon left with the camera promising they would call if they heard anything.
Walking over to his Father he held out the card. "The last pictures he took..."
The three turned to him suddenly. Bruce let go of Dick who sniffled wiping away the tears only to have fresh ones fall down as Jason walked over to them looking at the card. Bruce took it staring at it for a moment before turning around heading to the cave.
They followed.
Bruce put in the memory card before pulling up all the photos before pushing the slide. The first ones where of the car ride home two weeks ago. Damian sitting in the car of car making a face. One of Bruce as he turned the car. Jason playing a video game. About ten of Dick posing which made the oldest son laugh sadly with some hurt in there.
A picture of Bruce walking in and Dick falling onto the floor looking shocked and the after picture of him laughing about it. The next ones where of Tim in his bedroom as he had changed to go to the contest, smiling happily in the still frames making his family feel theirs tighten.
The next one was of Tim and Damian, the younger brother angry about the picture.
Damn you Drake! I hate you! Damian tensed remembering that he had said that.
The next one was a surprised looking Jason. The second oldest son's clenched his fists seeing that picture feeling sick as he remembered his last words to Baby Bird.
Yeah, yeah, do me a favor and don't come back.
Jason lowered his head.
The next one was of some shots of the streets and people that they passed when Dick had taken him. After that a shot of Dick driving away on his bike. The next one were a few of random things, people, then suddenly there was a picture of Tim posing in next to his photo entry. Someone must have taken the picture.
Next was the pictures of all kinds of cameras. Suddenly there was a video. Harsh breathing as if someone he been running for a while trying to get away, and it was black. That meant that the cap had been on the camera but the running, the crunching of the leaves was there. A yelp and a falling down was heard and the frightened heightened voice could be heard. Someone was muttering something.
Suddenly Tim was screaming.
To randomkitty101: It's a sorta AU. Dick is eighteen, Jason seventeen; Tim fifteen, Damian is thirteen. I had to make it an AU so I could have the ages closer together. No one knows where Tim is or if he's okay. O.O
To lindz4567: Here's more! Thanks for the review drop I love them.
To 5-STAR: Thanks you! I was hoping for a dramatic yet simple start! I hope that's what I did. Lol