As Jason promised, Dick woke up in the 'Cave with Tim and Alfred hovering over him. It took some effort to assure them that he was fine and on the mend as his current health suggested and no the Red Hood didn't hurt him at all before they left him to his own devices.

With them both absent, Dick hobbled to the Batcomputer and pulled up everything he could think of to help him find his wayward little brother. He stopped at the news displaying the situation on the bridge involving Joker and Black Mask and then Red Hood sweeping in and he suddenly knew where they were heading. His hunch was confirmed by the tracking signal from Batman. The feeling of doom returned stronger than before. He needed to get there fast. He jumped out of the chair and made his way to his motorcycle.

"Master Dick!" the disapproving exclamation from Alfred stopped Dick in his tracks. "What do you think you're doing?"

Dick hunched into himself like a scolded child, but then he remembered why he was in such a hurry and he straightened, turning to face the butler with determination.

"I'm going there, Alfred," he gestured in the general direction of the Batcomputer, where the coordinates were still displayed. "I won't sit here while they… I need to be there for him."

Alfred sighed long-suffering.

"Very well, then," the butler allowed. "I'm coming with you and I'm driving."

Dick smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah, I probably could use your help," he admitted.

Bruce Wayne had many expensive, flashy cars, but in the far corner of the huge garage there were a few ordinary, inconspicuous cars. Alfred choose one of them for this trip not to draw too much attention. During the drive to the Crime Ally Dick fidgeted anxious to be at their destination already and do something to avoid the disaster in the making.

There was an explosion from the direction they were heading to. Alfred and Dick exchanged grim glances. Alfred slammed on the gas pedal, speeding up so much that they arrived at the ruins of the building merely a minute after the explosion. Alfred parked in an alley adjacent to the scene, out of sight of passersby.

Dick immediately jumped out of the car, hurriedly limping to the rubble and ducking out of sight of Batman. He squished the urge to storm up to the man and scream at him for bothering with the Joker while his son was somewhere there most likely needing help. He needed to find Jason, make sure he was okay and well taken care of, preferably far away from Batman, everything else could wait.

Eventually Dick found his little brother at the back of the building leaning heavily against the wall, barely standing straight.

"Jay!" he called, running up to him as fast as he could and ducked under his arm to help him stay upright.

Jason was a mess. Not counting the obvious emotional trauma, he had a deep cut on his neck, was covered in dust and going by the way he was holding himself he had a dislocated shoulder and a couple of broken ribs. Still, it didn't stop him from berating Dick.

"What are you doing here?" Jason wheezed. "You should be resting!"

"I will," Dick promised, grunting with effort as he hauled Jason away from the wall. "Come on."

"You're crazy," Jason muttered, focusing his energy on staying mostly upright and walking.

They managed to cover a decent distance to the car before Alfred appeared before them.

"Master Jason," the butler greeted warmly, eyeing the Red Hood with concern and tutted, "What have you done to yourself now, my boy?"

"Hi, Alfie," Jason smiled tiredly.

"Master Dick, kindly remove yourself," the butler ordered. "You shouldn't strain yourself that much yet."

"That's what I said," Jason grunted as Dick and Alfred exchanged positions. "He didn't listen."

"I'm fine," Dick huffed hovering closely as they continued their trek.

Between the two of them they managed to get Jason into the car in no time. Dick squeezed himself into the back seat with Jason and started fussing over his wounds. Jason leaned back tiredly and let him.

"Take us to Leslie, please, Alfred," Dick requested as the butler started the car. "And then we'll head to Blüdhaven."

Jason jerked his head up at that, his eyes flying open.

"What? No!" he protested.

"Yes," Dick told him firmly. "You're my hostage now."

"Like hell," Jason ground out, but with Dick pressed against his side, warm and real and here with him, he couldn't bring himself to mind.