He was going to turn to Tim when, suddenly, a big noise was heard. Too loud and not that far from where they were. The people started screaming and run everywhere when, all of a sudden, some guns started to sound.

Something was entirely wrong.

Damian looked everywhere but seeing that people were running to all places, it was hard to see who were the culprits. He glanced towards his brother and this one nodded to him and ran to the right. Trusting him, Damian disappeared towards the other way, trying to pass through the people. Surely, Dick and Tim would take their time leading the people out of the place and save them so he was looking everywhere for his father in a way but, most of all, he was searching for the people that had started this fuss.

However, it was starting to be difficult since people were pushing him back and forth and making his way to them was almost an impossible job.

For a moment, he got lucky and he started to get closed to the people; they were dress in some weird clothes that he hadn't seen in his life around Gotham. He shrugged at it and pushed the people to break through but, suddenly, someone took him from the back and hit him hard in the head, making him dizzy. The second time he was hit, he blacked out.

Bit by bit, he was able to feel that he was moving and that he wasn't alone, wherever he and they were. Hearing some voices, he couldn't pick up sentences but some sounded annoyed and frustrated and most sounded afraid, like any usual person. He tried to move any part of his body but he was tied up. He tried to open his eyes. This worked better and after blinking a few times, he started to see. Well, more or less. He had to adjust to the darkness of the vehicle due to the thing that he had been in a gala where there were more lights than anything. With time, the figures and shadows started to be more than that and he was able to see his company.

Glancing up, he looked around and saw Dick, who smiled at him when seeing him.

"Hey Dami, you're awake" he whispered as low as he could "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I think so. How long I've been out?" he answered in the same tone.

"I'm not sure. I just woke fifteen minutes ago or so. Tim is still out" Dick pointed to his left with the head and Damian looked there, sighing a little at the sight.

"Any ideas?" Damian asked turning to him.

"Well, I stopped hearing noises of cars and people some time ago… We must be in the periphery, close to the limits or on the outskirts of Gotham" he responded, looking to no one and nowhere in particular "For what I could see at the party, they seemed new for Gotham—new in the sense that we haven't seen them before—but they were very professional and, as you can see, all here are young people from rich people"

"Fools wanting money?"

"Maybe. It is the most possible and logical"

"I suppose that's true but… in any case, is there any other option?" he quirked an eyebrow.

"Anything illogical your brain can think of" Dick smiled sadly at that.

"There's a lot of that in this city" he replied.

In the meantime, the place of the gala that the Tätterhält had hosted was in a mess, with a lot of things broken, and so were the people. Most of the parents were frenetic and totally afraid of their kids being captured by this gang and they were telling the police to hurry in their investigations. The police, on the other hand, were trying to calm the people a bit.

Jason sighed and put a hand on Bruce's shoulder to shake him off a little. He seemed to blink a few times before turning to Jason and let out a sigh as well. The man was taking this harder than he expected but, with the things that had happened some months ago, he wasn't really surprised. However, he was kind of praying to the gods to be fast in this job because… He wasn't good at making Bruce talk or stop before the thin line. Gosh, most than anything, he was the one that usually would push him towards that line in hopes that he would kill the Joker.

Going to the parking, they went inside the car, where Alfred was, and started the journey towards the lovely mansion they had. Or, more specifically, the cave.

The minute they stepped inside the cave, Bruce headed straight to the computer and Alfred sighed, like asking for patience. Jason couldn't blame the poor man, since Bruce usually looked frenetic when these types of things happened and now, with all the stuff that he had already suffered before, this had only worsened it.

Jason put his hands into his pockets and walked straight to the chair in front of the computer, where Bruce was right now sitting.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked narrowing his eyes into the screen and putting an arm against the chair.

"Hacking into the system, check out the cameras for footage… There must be something that can lead me to them" Bruce just answered without taking out his eyes of the screen.

Jason watched as Bruce aimlessly looked through the systems, not even surprised when he saw that he had gotten in and he saw as Bruce started to search through the last videos. He clicked on one where the time was eight in the evening.

There was nothing on that video, so Bruce advanced it forward and just around one hour later, the video started showing a group of people, passing in silence towards them to later make some noise. Through here onwards, all started happening very fast: many children, teenagers, and young adults were taken during the confusion and later, the group was no longer there. Bruce frowned and went to the minute when the group had appeared and paused to observe. From what he could observe, the people from the group had their face totally white, were dressed in red clothes and had a symbol in their chests that looked like a pin. Enlarging the image, he saw that the pin looked like a white cracked mask. Saving the image in one archive, he went towards the police system and searched for it on their archives to see if the image he had gotten coincide with any on the archives they kept from groups of all over the world.

"Bruce, who are these people?"

"I'm not sure, let me check"

Bruce went over the video and compared it to the police archives.

There was only one thing that he could find and it was rather truly old. According to the archives that they could read, that group had existed around the 1940s and had been called the White Face. It seemed a group that would do experiments on young people, searching for the way to create the perfect race for the planet; in short, to have perfect little soldiers that would at the same time had influence in the world, which would explain why they had kidnapped rich children since money gave them influence and brainwashing young people was easier than doing that to a full-grown adult.

Still, that didn't explain why the group had appeared again.

"From the forties? Jeez, that's old…" Jason mentioned in a surprise, reading the information "And in any case, that doesn't explain why Dicky was caught"

"Most possibly Dick was fighting with one or some of them and they had to take him. There were too many people and a lot of chaos, it was the best decision out of what they could have done" Bruce answered without taking his eyes off the screen.

"I guess, but that means that they will kill him if we don't hurry" Jason shrugged, and he later regretted saying that. The word 'kill'. It was well known that it was taboo around the manor, and most towards Bruce when he was in this type of days. He decided to change the topic "Had you heard from these people? Before, I mean…"

Bruce turned his seat slowly to face him, his eyebrows furrowed; it made him remember that joke around the house where everyone said that this one was his default face.

"…We could say that. I was very young when I heard of them on the TV, though I can't remember a lot and my parents used to turn off the television when the topic came up in the news. Well, except for one time, when I was around seven… The group had been caught and apprehended after all that time and it never resurfaced again" he explained, his eyes very tired.

"Wow, this city is so complete in crime there should be an advertisement when you get in" Jason sneered "Something like 'Gotham, the city of crime: From lords of the mafia to creepy Nazis' in the entrance"

Bruce made a face, like trying to decide if he should scold him or laugh at the joke. It was true that Gotham had been always a city where crime was at any corner. It had started with little things as mafia and it had evolved into crazy maniacs at every turn. Still… He believed it could be a great city with a lot of light and that had always stood up against all types of odds and that had fought for what was right.

"So… B…" Bruce turned his attention to Jason again, raising an eyebrow "How the fuck are we going to find these creepy idiots?"

At that, Bruce bit his lip. Yeah, that was a good question. How the freaking hell was he going to do this? There was no trace, they hadn't had the time to search for the car due to the confusion… The people were truly dangerous and he didn't know who he was facing.

He could already feel his stress building up.

&&& I haven't come back to this story since forever it looks ^^" So... Yeah, it took me quite some time to get to know my story a bit better, to make some decisions and to try and get some ideas as I wanted to do a lot in my story but doing so much was impossible... Anyway, I think I have found some middle ground, but I'm still unsure of the rhythm of the story as well as some stuff... I do admit some reading has helped me a lot and focusing on other stories has helped as well.
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