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It was now dark and Dick finally started to regain consciousness. He looked around trying to familiarise himself with the surrounding and try to remember why he was where he was. It all came flooding back to him, the Joker and the bomb. The explosion and that menacing laugh from the prince of crime.
When the Joker threw the bomb at the camp it had landed only a few feet away from the boy wonder. If he hadn't dived away, he would have been blown to bits. He had tried to run for help but got lost and passed out.

Dick tried to stand but dizziness overcame him. He was pretty sure he had a concussion. There were holes and rips in his clothes from flying dirt and metal. He looked around again, not knowing what to do next. If he tried to find his way back to the camp or to the road, he was bound to get lost in the darkness and possibly pass out again. His head pounded as he rested it against the tree behind him. He was tired and felt like he was going to pass out again and sure enough he did.

In Wayne manor, Bruce sat in his study staring at the clock that was ticking away, approaching half past midnight. He was exhausted. He had no idea what to do. His mind wondered to the good times he and Dick had together and those times where they faked their deaths. He frowned and decided to head to his room and try to sleep. Tomorrow he as Batman would return to the campsite to inspect further and hopefully find Dick, even if it was just his body. For some reason, Bruce had a gut feeling that there was something a miss.

Dawn broke over Gotham City. Dick blinked his eyes open to the sound of chirping birds. His vision was blurry and his mind fuzzy. He looked around at his surroundings with a puzzled look. He remembered what had happened. The Joker, the bomb, the explosion. He tried to stand up which he did with great difficulty. He was pretty sure he had concussion and he was pretty sure he had come to that conclusion before. His body swayed from side to side as a fresh morning breeze gently hit his face. Dick looked up to the sky but regretted doing so as a wave of dizziness hit him hard. He leaned against the tree, closed his eyes and took a deep breath in and out. He knew he had to find a way through the woods and back to the camp or the road. The only problem was that everything looked the same. Trees, trees and more trees. Dick groaned in frustration and pain. He pushed himself away from the tree and stumbled in a random direction, hoping it would lead him somewhere.

Bruce was up at the crack of dawn and made himself some strong tea to get his brain going. In his mind, he was going through all the different possibilities that could have happened to Dick, all of them were bad. He was brought out of his thoughts by Alfred who had just woken up.

"Morning, sir" he greeted Bruce, with a small smile.

Bruce picked up his tea "Morning Alfred" he took a sip from his cup and then placed it back down.

"If you don't mind me asking, sir. What are you going to do today?"

"Well Alfred. I'll be returning to the woods to have a good look around for any evidence that suggests Dick may still be alive. Also, tracking down the Joker and giving him a piece of my mind" Bruce slammed his hand on the table and huffed. "I better go" Bruce briskly walked out of the living room and to the study where he slid down the poles to the Batcave. He got into the Batmobile and griped the wheel and sat there for a moment pondering what exactly to do first. Find the Joker or attempt to find Dick and probably get even more down hearted in the process?

He decided that the Joker needed to be brought to justice first but his heart ached at the thought of his ward being out there injured somewhere waiting for him to save him. Somewhere in his mind a voice told him that Dick was gone but he refused to believe it, not yet anyway. He started up the engine and sped away to police headquarters in hope that the Commissioner had news on the Joker's whereabouts.

At the Commissioner's office, Gordon and Batman stood by the desk talking about yesterday's tragic events.

"Five of the students have now returned safely home, one is in the morgue and two are missing presumed dead" the Commissioner stuttered.

"Any news on the Joker's whereabouts?" Batman cut to the quick.

"He was spotted near an abandoned factory late last night. Not sure if he would still be there" Commissioner Gordon said.

"I'll start there anyway. Any news from the officers at the campsite?"

"They have searched up to a mile away in every direction and came up with nothing. Those two missing students, I regret to say are very likely dead. The poor families have been notified and are devastated. You bringing the Joker in will bring them reassurance, Batman, that the person behind this tragedy had been sent to rot in jail."

"And I will do my very best, Commissioner. I will not return to this office without the Joker" Batman took his leave to this abandoned factory that was near the docks.