Happy non-denominational winter holiday everybody. I added a list of the members of AHC and their code names. I know I haven't introduced some of them yet but don't worry I will in time. Sorry it took me awhile to update again. Enjoy.

White Fox- Tasha

Dragon-Maggie

Mole-Peter

Breaker-James

Rabbit-Sunny

Versi-Corby

Irish Snake- Patrick

Abyss -Anjelika

Inkhawk -Danelle

Vixen- Roxie

Swan- JoJo

Coyote-Markus

Pause-Luke

Terrain-Nick

Hummingbird- Amelia

Stargazer-Adam

-BlueSnapDragon

Weeks have pass since Batman and Red Robin's run in with Dragon and the AHC at the mall.

About ten people cram on a huge leather couch. Several others decide to find a different seat or stay standing. They all talk, some bicker and elbow at each other trying to get more room. Tasha walk into the living room and everyone goes quiet, she is wearing thick red sweater with Santa sewn onto it. She is caring a long red and green striped stocking.

"It's that time of year again," Tasha smiles.

"I want to go first," Anjelika's hand shoots up.

"That's not fair! I want to go first, I'm the youngest!" Sunny whines.

"Girls. Girls. I'm going to start the stocking here with Patrick," Tasha hands the stocking off to Patrick who is sitting on the couch's arm rest. He reaches deep into the stocking pulls out a piece of paper then passes it to Peter. Patrick carefully looks at the name before folding the paper back up. Peter does the same then passes it on until the last person, Maggie, gets it. She pulls the last paper out and reads the name to herself. She stands up off the chair and returns the stocking to Tasha. She starts out of the room. Tasha grabs Maggie's arm.

"Sit back down, I'm not done yet," Tasha forces Maggie back into the room. She rolls her eyes and takes her seat back.

"Since I am hosting the LightTech Christmas Ball here at the mansion on Christmas Eve, all of you are welcome to come by the way, I was thinking we could exchange right before the party starts. How does that sound?"

There were a few nods, some mumbles, and a couple of kids shouted out that they liked the idea.

"What do you think James?"

James nods. "It might do these kids some good to socialize in a public setting."

"That's one of the reasons I decided to through the party here," Tasha says to the side as everyone chatters amongst themselves. She hears positive feedback from the group. "Well its settled. We'll exchange on Christmas Eve, which gives you a week and a half to get your gifts. I'll get $100 to each of you tomorrow for the gifts." Everyone is cheery with thoughts of Christmas. They all talked amongst themselves about the festivities ahead. Maggie, doesn't look too thrilled, gets back up to leave. Tasha frowns at her. "Is there anything wrong?" Maggie shakes her head.

"Who did you get?" Maggie takes out her paper and flashes it to Tasha. Peter is scribbled across the white slip in red ink. "Oh! He'll be easy to shop for!"

"Not really," Maggie sighs. She turns and leaves the room. Slowly, the younger ones leave the room until the oldest remain: James, Patrick, Peter, Corby, and Roxie-a tall, slender girl with long auburn curly hair. Tasha remains with them.

"What's wrong with Maggie," Tasha asks the group.

"She seems like her normal self to me," Roxie smirks. Tasha shoots her a look.

"There was definitely something off about her tonight," Patricks sounds concern.

"It's not just tonight, it seems like something has been eating at her for the past few weeks now," says James.

"Yeah, ever since we had to round up those Grisly Wolves at the mall," Peter thinks aloud.

"Did anything unordinary happen?" Tasha asks them.

"Batman and Robin showed up," informs Corby.

"It wasn't Robin, it was Red Robin," Peter corrects Corby.

"This doesn't seem like it concerns me," Roxie says to herself then she pushes herself up off the couch. "Goodnight." She begins to walk out.

"Wait just a second," Tasha tells her. Roxie stops, rolls her eyes, then turns back around and puts on a fake smile.

"Yes?"

"Could you please talk to Maggie?" Tasha politely asks her.

"Hah! Why?"

"You're her roommate, she might tell you."

"Ha! She doesn't talk to me! she never has and never will," Roxie laughs.

"You never know, she might tonight," Peter suggests.

"I'm with Roxie one this one," Corby says. "I don't think I've ever heard Maggie talk about her problems. She's too stubborn."

"I don't think she's stubborn, she more on the quiet side," says James. "I don't know very much about her past but from what I do know about it, it seemed to be terrible."

"Yeah, I've asked about her family before and she went stone cold and said she didn't have one and then she left," says Patrick.

"Do you know what happened in Maggie's past to make her this way, Tasha?" Asks Peter.

"I know very few details about her past, she chooses to forget most of it because it causes to many conflicting feelings," Tasha explains. "James and I swore to her that we won't ever talk to anyone about her past, you'll have to ask her yourself."

"I don't know if I feel comfortable asking her," whines Roxie.

"I could go," Peter raises his hand.

"No, Roxie should because she's a girl and a Maggie is a girl," says Patrick.

Roxie pouts.

"Roxie, please," Tasha asks.

"Fine." She throws her arms down and stomps out and goes up to her room.

Maggie lies on top of her four post bed staring at the ceiling. In her hand is a old leather bonded journal. Paper corners stick out from the edges of the pages. The door clicks. Maggie shoves the book underneath her pillow and rolls over on to her side.

"Are you awake?" Roxie's voice bounces over her. She rolls back around.

"What."

"Jeez. I was only going to ask who you got for the Secret Santa," Roxie says. She sits bed on the other side of room. Maggie pushes herself up.

"I got Peter. Who did you get?"

"Danelle." She crosses her legs. "I think I'm going to get her really nice painting supplies. What are you going to get for Peter?"

Maggie shrugs, "I don't know, I'll probably just give him the money or a gift card from somewhere."

"That's no fun! Why don't you put a little more thought into the gift?"

"I hate giving and getting gift. And the holidays. I have absolutely zero Christmas spirit."

"How come?"

Maggie pauses. She's thinking hard about something. She bites down on her lip and slides off of her bed and goes over to the closet. She steps inside leaving Roxie alone in the room. Roxie sighs. Maggie emerges from the closest wearing her scaly unitard under a pair of tight pants and unzipped light black puff jacket. She pushes her mask against her face. It stays in place.

Dragon goes over to the window and throws it open.

"I'll be back," the wind whips her hair back. It's snowing.

"You should wear your boots, it's very cold out tonight," Roxie informs her. Dragon throws her leg back inside and goes over to the closet again and pulls out a pair of black boots and socks. She pulls them on and tucks her pants into the boot.

"I really shouldn't let you leave by yourself," Roxie sighs, "but you are going to leave no matter what I do."

There is no answer. Roxie looks up but Dragon was already gone and left the window open.

"What do you mean I have to go to this Christmas Ball with you, Father," Damian crosses his hands.

"You, along with Dick and Tim, were invited to attend LighTech's Christmas Donation Ball personally by Tasha," Bruce explains.

"I don't want to go," Damian is short.

"I wasn't really asking, you're going. I don't want you to spend your life in this mansion." Damian glares at him. "There will be kids there the same age as you, you could make some friends and be a normal kid for once."

"I don't need friends," he huffs.

"It's important for you to make social bonds," Bruce tries to explain.

"I'm friends with you, Father, and Tim and Dick. Isn't that enough?"

"You constantly fight with them, they are your brothers." Damian looks appalled at that notion. "Damian," he calmly says. He gets on his knees to be at Damian's level. "I know they're not biologically related to us but they are apart of our family. I know it doesn't seem like it but Dick, Tim, and Jason all care about you and each other. They will always be there to have your back, Damian."

Damian stares at Bruce. "I don't need any of their help. I can watch my own back."

"Then you need to have their backs." Bruce ruffles Damian's black hair. Damian pushes his hand away. Bruce spots a gash above Damian's left eyebrow. "How did you get this?"

Damian shrugs. "I don't know, I guess I got it last night sometime."

"Did you get it from fighting with that Dragon girl again?"

"No! Well maybe...I almost had her beat last night."

"You said that last time," Bruce laughs. Damian frowns at him "Sorry, Damian, I was only kidding. What do you want for Christmas?"

"Christmas?"

"It's just around the corner you know."

Damian shrugs again. He's trying to be casual about it. He doesn't want to seem excited about Christmas.

"I'm sure you'll be able to think of something."

"When are you coming back," a voice rings out from Red Robin's communicator.

"After Christmas, Cassie," he answers her. Red Robin stands alone against a brick wall. The snow falls over him.

"You've been there for over a month!" Kid flashes voice reaches out from the background.

"I have unfinished business here," Red Robin sighs. He's mind is still on Viper or rather the girl who looked like Viper but calls herself something different. He couldn't shake the feeling that it was the girl he knew in his past. The one he thought was lost forever. The one he thought he had failed.

"We can help, amigo," Bunker says. "Tell us what to do and we will do it."

"Thanks but this is something I have to take of on my own," Red Robin sighs.

"Whatever you have to do, please stay safe Red," SuperBoy takes his turn.

"It's nothing too dangerous that I can't handle."

"Alright take care," Cassie says.

"You too," he responds and clicks the communicator off in the middle of their goodbyes. He looks up into the cold black night. Red Robin has been searching for any sigh or word of Dragon for weeks now but no luck. Damian on the other had gotten into three more fights with her. Damian of course lost all three of them. Tim doesn't understand why Damian has managed to run into her yet he hasn't.

The snow begins to pick up. Red Robin decides to head in for the night. He goes back down to his motorcycle in the ally below. The roads are slick so he travels slow. Just then he spots something dash across the building tops to his right. The motorcycle jerks to the side as it rides over a patch of ice. Red Robin saves it from falling. He comes to a stop and looks up at the building. There standing on a building is a figure of lady looking down at him. Her hair blows across her face from the wind. Her pale face is round underneath the mask. He could see shiny scales underneath her black coat. Red Robin smiles. It's her, Dragon.

They stay staring at each for what felt like ever. Red Robin tries to find words to say. He can't form any. Dragon wants to say something but is too nervous to. All of a sudden a alarm goes off. Dragon cocks her head In the direction of the sound. It's so close that Red Robin can hear it, faintly though. It couldn't be anymore than three block away. She turns and looks at him and he looks at her: they have the same thought. Dragon turns and runs towards the alarm. Red Robin turns his motorcycle towards the ally and follows Dragon below as she dashes acrossed the roofs.

They find a jewelry store with a smashed in window and a broken door. Red Robin turns off his motorcycle and leaves it parked in the ally. As he takes a step towards the store Dragon jumps down from a building above and lands next to him. They enter the store. Two crooks and pouring shelves of diamonds into a heavy burlap sack. The two look up from their riches. Dragon takes off her coat revealing her green scaly suit then drops the coat onto the floor. The crooks see the two costumed kids. They laugh.

"What are you two doing here," one crook asks.

"Drop the jewelry and leave and no one will get hurt," Red Robin calmly orders them. They laugh again. Then they both pull out guns and point one at Dragon and Red Robin.

"Now why don't you two leave before you get hurt," the other says.

Dragon rolls her eyes. "Why do you even give them the option to leave? No one ever listens to you." Robin turns and looks at her with wrinkled eyebrows. She notices. "Not you in particular...I mean...whatever. You handle one. I'll get the other. Okay Rob?"

"That was my plan." Red Robin takes a small bead from his pocket and throws it at the ground. A cloud of smoke fills the air, blinding the crooks. Dragon and Red Robin lunge into the cloud. There are gun shots, groans, and smacking and cracking sound come from the cloud. A gun slides a crossed the floor and hits the back wall. The cloud clears and the two crooks lie on the floor. Dragon and Red Robin stand over them.

"That was easy," Dragon cracks her knuckles. She picks up her coat and dusts it off and puts it on. Red Robin quickly grabs her wrist to stop her from leaving.

"I know it's you, Viper," he says. He pulls her into his arms and squeezes her tight. "You didn't think I wouldn't recognize your fighting style?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." She tries to pull away from him. He pulls her back towards him.

"You called me Rob and no one has called me that...since you."

"I'm not her...not the Viper you remember," she speaks quietly.

"What do you mean?" Dragon's ear twitches. She pushes Red Robin away. A shot rings out and hits Dragon in stomach, pushing her back. She falls. A crook lies on his stomach, shaking, and pointing his gun where Dragon use to stand. Red Robin leaps to his feet then throws an R. The R hits crook in the temple, knocking him out. Red Robin runs over to Dragon, who is pushing herself up off the ground. Her hand pressed against her stomach.

"You've been shot!" Red Robin gets down on his knees.

"I'm fine," she groans. He forces her hand away. There's a patch on her suit torn open, about the size of softball. In the center of the whole is a patch of green shimmering scales and is surrounded by her pale skin. The scales are chipped, broken, and cracked and some look as if they might fall off. "I always forget how nasty gun shots are." The scales sink back into Dragon's skin, leaving specks of blood. The scales exposed a dark purple spot. Red Robin lightly touches the bruise. Her stomach retracts from the touch. "Owww..."

The faint sound of sirens approach the store.

"We should get out of here," Red Robin stands pulling Dragon up with him. She grabs her coat on the way up. She puts her coat on as Red Robin helps her out the store. They disappear into the ally where Red Robin parked his motorcycle. He sits Dragon down against the wall. A few moments later the police arrive at the jewelry store.

"I only need a moment to catch my breath," she breaths.

"You're not invincible," Red Robin tells her. He piers around the corner to see the police luging the crooks out of the store. There is a buzzing sound. Red Robin turns around and Dragon was looking at her watch

"I have to go. My people are starting to wonder where I am," she says. She stands up but is a little shaking. Red Robin grabs her shoulder, saving her from falling.

"Let me take you home," he offers. She pushes him away.

"I don't think that's good idea. You know, secret hideout. Can't let anyone know where it is." She wonders backwards down the ally.

Red Robin moves over to his motorcycle and gets on. "I'm sorry," he whispers.

Dragon stops at the bottom of fire escape. She leaps up and grabs the ladder. She pulls herself up.

"For?" She sounds confused. Red Robin didn't hear her over the sound of the motor. She shrugs it off and climb up the ladder feeling, for the first time in awhile, happy. A smile appears on her face. She paused at the top of the ladder and watches as Red Robin drive off. A shiver runs up her spine and zips her coat all the way up to her chin.

Happy memories quickly die away. Dragon's smile fades. Sad, dark, painful thoughts replace the warm ones. She tries to shake it off. Its does no good. She exhales hot air. A hand reaches down out of the shadows of the building top grabbing Dragon's sandy braid. It rips her away the ladder.

"Ahh!" She hollers. She tugs at his wrist. The hand lifts her to where she is eye level with its huge shadowy figure. The figure is breathing low and hard, growl like. Dragon glares deep into the hood. "Jackal..." She hisses. He rips his hood off. His face is dark and scared with a flattened nose. His eyes a black against yellow and his mouth is open to show long sharp teeth. Short, black, wiry hair reaches down from his hairline. Pointed ears sticks through his hair.

"I've been looking for you, Teratoid," he's growls in deep rumbly voice.

"Please...please don't call me that." Dragon fidgets.

"That's the name master gave you so that is the name I shall call you." He tightens his grip on her.

She rolls her eyes. "There's no getting through to you."

"Are you still keeping up the charade of being a hero?" Dragon stops and glares at him. "You were made to do so much more greater thing than to be a salve to these petty humans." He drags his hand across her face. He does it again but this time digging his dirty pointed fingernails into her cheek. Scales appear as nail slides by. The nail breaks through the scales to her flesh. Dark crimson blood oozes out from between the scales. Dragon winces at the pain.

"That's new," she hisses.

"A gift from the master, made special just for you," he growls back.

"He shouldn't have," she says sarcastically. "How did you know that I was in Gotham, anyways?"

"A little birdy called in and left a message saying that he saw you running amuck in the city," he explains.

"Hmm..."

"Could it possible be someone you know that has betrayed you?"

"Why has Nimh been sending his beasts into Gotham." She changes the subject.

"Master was hired by an outside group. If you want to know more, you will have to wait and ask master yourself."

"Naw, I really should be going," she says. Dragon brings her knee up into Jackal's stomach. It causes him to drop her. She lands, of course, on her feet. Before he can catch her breath, she swings her leg around knocking his feet out from underneath of him. He hits his head. It doesn't stop him. He flips over and fast as lightening leaps onto Dragon. He grabs onto her wrists and applies pressure. There is cracking sound. Dragon pulls her feet up against her and then kicks Jackal off her. He flies over her and crashes in the bottom of the ally.

The crash attacked the attention of the police officers, who were still cleaning up the store. Two offices rush over to the ally. Jackal gets up just before they turned the corner and takes off at superhuman speed down and out the opposite side of the ally.

Dragon backed up from the edge so not to be seen. She looks at the her wrist, the watch had been crushed.

"Aww man, he broke my watch," she sighs. She slaps her hand up to her face. It's stinging against the cold air. "Ouch." She pulls her hand away. The tips of her fingers are stained with blood, its been some time since she's seen her own blood. She rubs her thumb against it. She unzips her now torn jacket and whips the blood on the suit. She runs her hand against her cheek again, trying to whip away the remaining blood then whips it off again of the suit. She re-zips and leaves.

Once she got back through the window of the mansion Dragon peels the mask off and throws it down onto her bed. The room is dark. She assumes that Roxie has already gone to bed. Maggie leaves the light off as she changes out of her ripped and stained clothing. She lies them at the foot of her bed then puts pajamas on. She goes to the bathroom and washes the dried blood from her face. She takes an oversized bandaid on the wound. Maggie crawls under the covers and closes her eyes.

Maggie hadn't been asleep for twenty minutes before the door was kicked open, lights thrown on, and Maggie was pulled from her bed. Maggie doesn't wake up until she hit the floor, where she jumped to her feet, alert with claws extended. Roxie was standing over her, still in dressed for fighting. She wears red-orange pants tucked into black combat boots, a red jacket with a white shirt underneath, and a slim black mask. The claws recede back into her hand after the threat had past.

"She's here," Roxie says into her watch. Seconds later Tasha, James, Patrick, and just about the rest of the AHC join them in the room. Maggie looks them over. The six still in suits are ruffed up with cuts and tares and gashes everywhere. Even Roxie's face had been bruised.

"Where were you," Tasha huffs.

"I was out..." Maggie answers.

"Obviously!" Markus, a six foot eight, muscular, twenty year old with brown hair and hazel eyes, shouts.

"Markus please settle down," Tasha says quietly.

"I won't! We needed her and she ignored us," Markus yells, pointing at Maggie. Being yelled at is her least favorite thing, it makes her blood boil. Patrick takes notice of Maggie's change in mood. He steps in between Markus and Maggie.

"It's not her fault," Tasha tries to explain. "We didn't know that Naturalist would attack tonight and we didn't know that they would be accompanied by Nimh beasts."

"It doesn't matter, she needed to be there," Roxie steps in.

"You shouldn't blame her," Peter snaps at Roxie. This triggered a ripple of arguments all focusing on Maggie. This carries on for lifetimes to Maggie. She's feeling ganged up on. Her breathing becomes flustered.

Patrick takes her hand in his. "Calm down," he tells her. It calms her a little.

"Can someone," Maggie's voice booms. It quiets them, she takes her hand away from Patrick's before continuing. "Tell me what happened," her voice is quieter.

"There was a call about two hours ago saying that Gotham University was under attacked," Tasha begins. "I sent out Breaker, Mole, Vixen, Coyote, and Irish Snake."

"When we got there we were welcomed by fifty odd Naturalist henchmen and attack hounds," James joins in.

"We were out numbered, ten to one," Peter adds.

"We were getting beat bad," Markus growls, "you need to be there but you didn't answered."

"We barely got out alive," Roxie exhales.

"They blew up part of the college," James breaks the news to Maggie. "We tried saving who we could but there were a few civilians who didn't make it out."

"So you're saying that because I wasn't there that this was my fault?" Maggie jumps to that conclusion.

"No that's not what they were saying," Tasha sighs.

"Then what!" Maggie snaps at them.

"Where were you," Mole pipes up.

"I was too busy getting shot at and ambushed by Jackal, he broke the stupid watch," she explodes. "I'm so sorry that I couldn't come to your aid. I assumed that you could handle yourselves for one night." They all look at her with shock or confusion. "You want to know why I don't like Christmas, Roxie? It's because Christmas is suppose to a holiday you spend with your family and this," she gestures at the group, "this is certainly not my family."

The room is silent.

"How do you know what a family is like," Markus breaks the silence, "you have never had a family to compare us to." He pushes his way out of the room.

"Markus!" Tasha shouts after him. She follows him out. Maggie turns her back to them. Her blood is reaching a dangerous temperature. She spots the open window, an opportunity to get out of room full of judgmental eyes. Patrick grabs her shoulder. Maggie shakes him off.

She hears Peter shoe people out of the room, leaving just her and Patrick. She hears Patrick saying something but cannot make out his words. She feels herself changing. The ripping of scales through her skin. The pain her bones slowly breaking. And the fire burning through her veins. The next thing she knew she was jumping through the window out into the cold winter's night. Maggie doesn't remember anything after that.

Nightwing and Robin are streaking out a warehouse where they think a supposed arms deal is about to go down. Which of course does. It doesn't take them twenty minutes to subdue the dealers and buyers. Now that is left is to rope them up and leave them, and the stolen weapon, for the police to pick up.

"Bruce tells me that you keep getting into fights with the same girl," Nightwing teases. Robin stops tying up a low life to shoot him the evil eye. "And I hear that you keep losing too."

"Shut up," he growls and continues tying the guy up.

"Why do you keep picking fights with her?"

"None of your business that's why!"

"I'm just teasing you, Robin, I know you're a sore loser."

"Last time I checked, I've won more fights against you than you against me."

"Okay...Robin, whatever you say," Nightwing laughs.

"Let's fight right now then."

"No. No. It's fine. I believe you," Nightwing says putting his hands up in defense. "Hmm...maybe you keep getting into fights with this girl because you like her."

"No!" He stumps his foot. "Why does everyone think that?"

"I'm only kidding," Nightwing laughs.

Moments of quiet pass before Robin talks again. "Are you planning to go that Christmas Ball that Father invited us to?"

"I sure am. In fact I'm looking forward to it. What about you? Are you going?" Nightwing finishes with two dealers and move on to the last two.

"Father is making me go," Robin grumbles. Robin looks around for anything to get into order. "He says I need to be more social and have friends my own age."

Nightwing just laughs at him.

"What's so funny," Robin huffs.

"Nothing," Nightwing quiets down. There was a faint crack behind them. "Did you hear that?"

"I'm standing right here, of course I did," Robin snaps.

"No one could have slipped by use," says Nightwing as he moves to the back of the dark empty wear house.

"They couldn't slip by me but you on the other hand...it's very possible," says Robin.

"Quiet. I can hear his breathing," Nightwing disappears into dark. Robin quickly follows.

"Where are you," Robin asks out for him.

"Over here behind the crates to your left," Nightwing calls out. Nightwing waits until Robin catches up with him before continuing down the narrow passage. The breathing grew louder. They followed the path all the way to the back of the warehouse where the path had spilled into an open area. There back up against a box is figure wrap in a old tattered blanket. Moon light beams down through a shattered window giving the light to Nightwing to identify that the figure is girl. Nightwing rushes to her. She shaking underneath the blanket. Her veins were showing through her pale skin. Dark circles cover her eyes. A scratch runs down one of her cheeks.

"She's probably a druggy," Robin says standing behind Nightwing.

"I don't think so," he takes a sample of her blood. "Her blood is clean. She looks like she had been attacked." Nightwing looks closer at her face. He jumps back. "It can't be."

"What is it," Robin asks. He does answer Robin.

"We should get her back to the cave," Nightwing says picking her up still wrapped in the blanket.

"Why the cave? Why not a hospital?" Nightwing ignores him and heads back down the path and then out of the warehouse. Robin quickly follows behind re-asking the same questions.

It takes a little time for Nightwing to reach the Batcave. Batman was still out for the night, investigating the bombing of Gotham College. Alfred helps Nightwing with girl. Setting her up on one of the medical tables. They replaced her ripped clothing with a hospital smock. She's now hooked up to an IV and a heart monitor.

"How long do you think she had been in that warehouse?" Nightwing is standing besides her.

"It's hard to tell," Alfred places another blanket over her. "It could be anywhere from one day to one week. She's very dehydrated." Alfred takes a wet cloth to the gash on her face. "This could be infected too." He pours hydrogen peroxide over the opened wound. It bubbles and oozes. He whips the excess away. He places tiny white strips down the gash in order to close it. Then finishes by placing a large bandaid over the gash.

"Father might not be happy that you brought an outsider into the cave," Damian says while spinning around in computer chair.

"Why did you bring her here, master Dick?"

"I'm not sure, I guess it's because she remains me of someone," Nightwing sighs. He brushes his hand against hers.

The Batmobile pulls up minutes later. Bruce jumps out and head right up to his computer. Damian hops out of the way. Bruce immediately gets to work.

"Still no leads on bombing," he sighs. "No one hasn't come forward claiming it was them."

Everyone is quiet. Bruce turns around.

"Who's that?" Bruce asks.

"I told Dick that it wasn't a good idea to bring her here," Damian smirks. Bruce's eyes narrow on the girl. He gets up and rushes over to the girl. Nightwing has to jump to the side to get out of the way.

"Where did you find this girl," he asks Nightwing. "What happened to her?"

"In a warehouse on the lower east side. We found her like this. Do you know her," Nightwing explains.

"This is one of Tasha Vanhoff's daughters," says Bruce still in shock.

"You mean this is daughter of owner of LightTech," Nightwing sounds just as shocked.

Bruce nods. "I can't think of her name...Has she woken up at all?"

"Not yet."

"Do you think someone could have kidnapped in order to get at Vanhoff," Damian asks.

"I think we would have heard about her kidnapping," Bruce thinks aloud.

"Maybe Vanhoff wanted to keep it private," Nightwing joins in.

"You should inform Ms. Vanhoff that you found her daughter, master Bruce," Alfred suggests.

"She's waking up," Damian points out. Her face twitches.

"Alfred give her a slow acting sedative," Bruce orders. "I want see if she can tell us what happened to her but I don't want her to get up and run around here." Bruce and Damian leave the bed to retrieve their masks. Alfred shoots the sedative into the IV. Nightwing is standing over her watching her carefully. Her eyes flip open. Her vision is blurry but she sits herself up. Nightwing helps her as she sits up. She rubs her eyes.

"Are you alright," Nightwing asks her. Her ear twitches at his voice and pushes him away from her and squints her eyes at him. Her vision becomes clear. She punches him in the face. He falls back. His lip has busted open. Batman and Robin run back over.

"Stay away from me," she coughs. She jumps, rather falls, off the table. The IV rips from her arm as she squats on the floor.

"We brought you here to help you," Nightwing says while standing back up. He whips the blood from his face. She pushes herself up. She stumbles forward and crashes. Batman goes over to her to try to help her.

"What happened to you," Batman kindly asks.

"Long night," she spits out before she crashes to the ground. Batman picks her up and puts her back onto the table.

"She's got quite the punch, master Dick," Alfred hands an ice pack over to Nightwing, who's rubbing his cheek.

"Damian knows how it feel to get knocked out by a girl," Batman jokes. Damian storms away. "I think I should take her to the hospital now."

"That would be a good idea but as Bruce Wayne. Not Batman. Ms. Vanhoff should be glad that a friend found her daughter." Alfred orders.

"You're right," Bruce says taking off his mask. "Do you want to come with?"

"Yeah," he rubs his jaw.

"Good. I'll go get you something to wear, master Dick." Alfred leaves the room. They both change. Bruce carries the girl to the car. Alfred drives. Bruce sits up front with Alfred and Dick sits in the back watching over the girl. In the car Bruce calls Tasha and asks for her to meet them at the hospital.

Tasha bursts through the hospital room where Bruce and Dick sat waiting. She is followed by her body guard and a young man wearing a leather jacket. They go to her side but the body guard remains by the door. Bruce and Dick get up.

"Oh thank god, Bruce you found her," Tasha leaves her side and hugs Bruce.

"Thank Dick here, he's the one who found her," Bruce says. Tasha moves from Bruce to Dick.

"This is Patrick and my body guard James," she introduces after releasing Dick.

"How long has she been gone," Dick asks.

"Three days," Tasha says frantically. "We got into an argument and she ran away."

Patrick peels part of the bandaid on her cheek away to find the gash. "Do you know how she got this?"

"She had it by the time I found her," Dick explains. Patrick pushes the bandaid back down.

"I'm just glad that Maggie is safe. We started thinking the worst happened," Tasha sighs taking a seat on her bed. Dick jumps at her name.

"What do you think happened," Bruce asks.

Tasha looks up at him. "Well...that...she...that she was gone for ever." There's a pause. "Do you mind giving us some privacy? It's been a long couple of nights."

"Sure," Bruce says. They start to leave. He stops. "If you don't mind me asking you, Tasha, why didn't you report her missing?"

"The police wouldn't help knowing that she had ran off," she doesn't look up.

Bruce nods, "That's understandable. Take care."

"Tell Maggie to feel better," Dick says leaving the room.

Hope you liked the chapter!

~BlueSnapDragon