Chapter 9: Wrong worries.

I am so, so sorry for the delay.

I am not awesome. I can't even juggle everything I have on my plate, yet more keeps being added to it.

My little kitten Annabeth Hazel Blackpaw (aka Snickers) has a health problem and the vets can't figure out what exactly is wrong. They guessed it might be an allergic reaction to a bug bite, or she ate a bug and she was allergic to it. Could've been a spider or a mosquito or a flea. We don't know. She's all swollen and I'm scared that I'm going to lose her. I learned something that doesn't help me but may help you : Cat's don't show pain. They show fear, happiness, and anger, etc, but not pain. They don't flinch because it hurt, because they can't shot it did. They flinched because they were scared or taken back. Just a random fact for you.

Reviews :

Robindanewsie : Glad you are back, and thank you again for uploading a chapter of 'The Renegade'. Sorry to hear about your Grandma, hope she feels better soon. Babs is not there, nor was she ever there. She was just a part of the nightmare. She was the first character that came to mind when I tried to think of a character that Dickie could know or know by relations, so it wouldn't be obvious at first that he was dreaming. Then his family followed...

Thank you! I love them to pieces. Yeah well, here ya go? Lol. Yeah family! I can't wait to reference more movies. Ohana means Family, family means no one gets left behind, or forgotten. ;-) Oh thank you! I'm so happy that you love it! I am not awesome, I don't know why on heaven's green earth you might think that. Thank you for the ideas, I was stuck and busy, so I will use them now. I really hope you don't mind. I may not use them all, or edit them, but well, since you are reading this, you can see for yourself what I did XD Thank you, I've had a really tiring week. I needed that. Just, thank you so much.

Thank you for telling me, I am baptised as Russian Orthodox but I went to a Christian church for more than 6 years of my childhood so a little torn as far as religion goes, lol. I consider myself open at least.

Oh, damn. I can only imagine how scary that must have been for you. I come from somewhere very loud, where I can hear shots fired and wonder if it is a gun or fireworks. Not good. Any way, lol! Did you tease him? Please say yes. I'm kidding. Still, nice to know he cares for you, am I right? Yeah cooking is fun!

I am not a good artist, I struggle to draw people. Cartoons are a little easier, but they are mostly shapes or free form by me. I can relate to your rule, which is why I can trash talk myself. It's weird motivation and discouragement at the same time.

Thank you for letting me know about Dick knowing sign language, that will be so useful! Thank you for the song recommendations, I love hearing about songs. No Mayu doesn't have very strong psychic abilities. She can, but it is difficult for her. Her strongest ability is shapeshifting, and she uses it a lot. I do hope they open up in an natural way, that's my biggest concern. I'm scared that I will screw up and rush it or drag it out. Promise me you will warn me of that? Please?

I am! I'm sorry! My internet is so choppy I have to wait… I am so sorry! Don't let being called fat get to you. I am called fat and so much worse on a daily basis, but I ignore it. Then again, I'm messed up in the head, so I'm probably not the best example. But when I was called fat, I replied by turning on them "I am fat! But stop being rude, don't call it fat, call it AWESOMENESS or blubber!" And they ran. So yeah, I'm weird. Wait where was I going with this? Oh, and my mom said she's fat with a phat. I found that hallarious. Hope you feel better. :) Your welcome, but I was inspired by you, so I'm the one who should thank you :) Willy Wonka? Oooh, everytime I hear that I think "CHOCOLATE!" Anyway, what's wrong with being a beginner? It means you have room to grow. And I know I am a beginner, so I suppose I can't understand how to take offense from that. Don't pay them any mind, they ain't worth your time. :) It would be so cute… Thanks for the idea ;)

I hope you feel happy again, please know that it may seem sad and dark now, but it can be lighter.

So I have had a very tiring week, and I am going through some tough stuff right now, so I am so sorry for the sh*tty excuse for a chapter. The emotions in this chapter seemed perfect but incredibly difficult to sanely write.

Thank you to dIskly for following.

The sky was dark, it was 3:00am.

Over the dark streets of Gotham, a certain Green Lantern member flew, towards our favorite Gotham guardian.

Hal flew, hardly paying attention to where he was going. Note: Not a good idea for drivers. Example: He banged his head on a street sign.

Swearing, he flew up higher and paid more attention to where he was going. In the end, he had to land. He changed into civilian clothing and walked the rest of the way.

His head was as far away from his body as possible, swimming with the useless information he gathered.

As he entered the Bat Cave, he felt a wave of light-headed-ness come over him. He took a moment to sway in place, before leaning against the wall and waiting for it to pass. His instinct was to shake his head, but common sense says that is a Bad Idea of Great Potential.

So he entered the cave, struggling to keep his thoughts in order.

Bruce was in front of his giant excuse for a computer. Why waste all that energy? Anyway, that's besides the point.

Hal didn't see any of the Bat Boys, but he didn't doubt that they were busy with something.

Hal approached Bruce, and like the Bat in Batman, Bruce knew he was there. Naturally. "Have you found anything?" Was the only greeting he got.

"Conflicting information, all of it word of mouth. My money says it is bull. But hey, that is for you to decide." Hal mumbled the last bit, thinking of one of Batman's many titles, The Ace Detective.

Hal sighed and said "Three said he was somewhere in Asia, Five said Japan, Four said China. Eight said Hawaii, and every one of them agrees, he is somewhere near water. That's it."

Bruce nodded, taking notes on his computer as Hal spoke. He waited until Hal was done before saying. "This confirms some possible leads from before, that Slade took him on a boat."

Hal didn't bother to reply, too busy fighting tears. He was exhausted, hadn't slept in days, and hasn't eaten in awhile either. He was working his Hero life overtime, trying to find his future son. His wife was worried about him, but he brushed it off, saying she should be more worried about the boy in danger not him.

Batman picked up on his tired companion, and silently offered him some snacks prepared by Alfred. Hal smiled as thanks and took some. They were raisin cookies with almond finish. Mhmm, good.

Hal knows that Batman/Bruce has been working just as much as he has, only he has an Alfred to tell him enough is enough. Batman has called in favors from police specialists all over the world, trying to find solid dependable leads. Whispers and lies wouldn't be of any help, so Batman had to search the sources credibility.

Hal Jordan feels stuck, useless. He can't find anything to do but call people up, ask around and hope and pray that someone finds his son. Adoption papers are filled out and ready to submit. Nothing to do but be a carrier pigeon until something happens. And it was eating him up inside.

"Go home Jordan, you're slowing me down." Bruce interrupts Hal's thoughts.

"I want to help my son! I need to find him!" Hal Jordan protests like a madman.

"You can help him by giving me some space to work in peace!" Bruce snaps and returns to work.

The most frustrating part for Hal was he had no response to justify him being here. So he left like a dog with its tail between its legs.

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Flash runs around the world trying to find hints of Richard's whereabouts. He is literally running in circles around the world. I wish I could say he looked like a chicken without its head, but it was next to impossible to see him, so I wouldn't know. I can confirm he was seen eating crepes in France one minute and tripping over rugs in India the next. It would've been quite funny, if it weren't for the reason he was a blur going everywhere. Maybe when this is all over this memory can be funny and laughed at, told a million times only to change as time went on, exaggerated a lot eventually. Flash certainly hopes so.

Billy is antsy and scared, having nightmares of what could be happening to Dick. He prays that Dick will be found, and he hopes it will be soon. He tries to think of something he could give as a gift when he comes back, but in the end he starts to collect money for the gift he can buy later, after he sees his little buddy.

Black Canary and Martian Manhunter were working as a team, which was strange. While one was responsible for Young Justice team's safety, the other worked to find Dick with whatever they could find. So a little blackmail and mind reading was on the table. Plus, there was always physical harm from Wonder Woman or Superman too.

The point is, the Justice League is searching all over the world for their youngest family member.

Meanwhile, the Young Justice team is pulling out all the stops to find their little brother.

"He's my Bucky! I'm a horrible, horrible excuse for a Steve!" Wally yelled in his head constantly, non stop beating himself up like he could carry all the blame and it might save his little brother.

"It was ALL MY FAULT!" Roy screamed. He was pacing with his cast in the bedroom they locked him in with stern orders to heal. Being trapped did not help his mental and emotional state, no matter what it did for his physical state.

"Come on Roy…" Artemis tried to say, but didn't have much energy since she was worried sick too.

"No Arty you don't get it! I was RIGHT THERE! I should've stopped Slade! I should've saved my perfect, innocent little brother! I could've saved him! I should've saved him!" Roy rages.

Roy goes on a mad hunt, searching for memories he could use as proof that his little brother needs him, but he wouldn't share all the nightmares that came from the bad memories. Those scars… The flinching… The screams...

Arty is too busy as she feels guilty for treating him the way she did. "How could I do that? Why did I do that? Over some pity jealousy? How can I make it up to him? And it was my family who betrayed him too… STUPID DAD! How could he work with Slade? And don't get me started on Jade! How could she do that?! Why did she do that?! So much for family loyalty, although it wasn't me under attack, they still could've told me..." Her arguement just circled around in her head.

Kaldur sitting in Dick's room, running his fingers over his books, sitting down to hold Guggy and cry for Dick. He covered his shelf with blankets so he wouldn't have to look at them anymore.

Connor sits by his bike, thinks back on his memories with dick, and starts breaking stuff to relieve stress. Doctor set, bandages, etc. By the time he is done, his hands are all red and agitated. He had no words for his frustration and anger, anger at the monster who scared the little boy.

Megan walked into Dick's room, finding Kaldur next to an unfinished jigsaw puzzle. She feels grief and horrible sadness, remembering the glimpses of his memories that she saw. She starts to cry, and Kaldur comforts her. After a while she begins to smile, remembering all the good memories she has of the little boy who was hungry for love and attention. That the people around her were happy to give. And no longer had a chance too. So she cried and cried and cried.

BATBOYS

Jason listening to a playlist of angry rock songs and going through his training not paying attention. Until he finally records a song on his camcorder, 'Your Hero'. Guess who inspired him?

Tim going to Bruce, asking to be pulled from school until Dick is found. By promising to help, Tim gets the excuse. Then Tim dedicates himself to the search, one more person wasting no time.

Damien created a splattered art piece and dark sketches before feeling caged and storming to find Roy. He finds Roy and yells at him "How Dare You! How dare you Harper! You had a privilege, trust… EVERYTHING and you let us all down! You lost him!" Roy couldn't shout back loud enough. "Don't you think I know that?!" Damien charges at him, only to be flipped over by Terry, who yells "We are just as guilty, Damien! We promised to protect him from Slade, and we failed. Don't you dare start to become the one person our little brother fears the most."

Alfred hiding in the library, close to tears as he pretends to clean. He is worried for the little boy, he could still see him hungry for more snacks. If only he were here, so Alfred could continue to give him some.

I hope you are happy with this, for whatever reason. I am too tired to continue, and I cried as I wrote part of this. My imagination gave me nightmares, twice. I am not sure how sane I am right now. Please review. Please.