"It hasn't been three days!" Dylan hissed, throw her arms into the air. She was sick of ash talking bad about her baby brother.

"You didn't wait!" Ash cried, getting into the driver's seat of a yellow sleek mustang car.

"I was worried! I'm his sister! I have every right to be!" Dylan growled, opening the passenger door. She refused to get in.

"And I don't?!" Ash angrily, gripped the steering wheel. She'd go off on her own if she had to.

Dylan was far from willing to follow after her baby brother when he specifically hadn't asked for her help. She didn't know the location he was headed to help the Roth girl. She didn't want to put her brother in danger on account of the careless bombshell gripping the steering wheel.

"Ash, you're insane!" Dylan countered as Ash revved the engine. She was not getting in.

"Dil, we are not arguing over this! Get in or get off my back!" Ash growled, ready to head off when her former friend refused to help.

Dylan saw the glimpse of crazy in Ash's eyes. Why the frack would she help locate her brother when she could get him killed via Ash? She had seen too many crime documentaries. She cursed herself, considering she couldn't drive to save her life.

"Ash, please!" Dylan pleaded, earning a low growl from her friend.

"Bye, bye, bye, Dil!" Ash huffed, zooming off in the darn classic vehicle.

Dylan shut her eyes, taking in a few breaths. She was all alone. With no way to help; her brother. She felt like a bubbly, do gooder who refused to fight which wasn't the case. Who could she turn to with eyes on her little brother? She was the biggest loser she knew.

Her fingers went to the hair on her head in stress, creating a brand new mess. She kicked around her mind for ideas, coming up blank. She reluctantly began inside, thinking of ways to contact her baby brother. She got to the apartment she shared with her brother to discover the door stood ajar as if someone had pried it open. She fought with herself on going inside or not- deciding it for the best.

Peering inside, revealing a nosy woman in an all black leather outfit with dark brown waves. She wore matching black heels, and was staring at the television in front of the sofa.

Dylan gulped, refusing to enter the apartment. First things first- running away would be a rather good scenario. Her brother was most likely in trouble with whatever crap he was working. She watched the woman lazily plop down into the middle of the sofa.

"Did you find anything?" The woman called. her voice was a mixture of deadly calm.

Dylan felt goosebumps rise on her arms. Where the hell could she go if her apartment was being overrun by Hades only knew who?

The second voice sounded soft, belonging to a male. "Just a folder. It's not important."

Dylan stared in shock at the mask wearing, dark haired male exiting her brother's room. She was only in shock for the costume he bore was the one a robin sidekick wore. How would she knew? Her brother's file had included the blonde locks of a Dick Grayson with a side not of the man being the former to Batman. She wondered why Batman would be after her brother unless they were after something else entirely.

…

"How do you know, Rachel?" Nellie asked, locking gazes with the deep brown of the cop he was speaking to. He knew who the guy in front of him was since he had the older male on file.

Dick Grayson bore a look of confusion, "The same way you do. A runway."

Nellie shook his head, "She's not a runaway. I won't spill on her whereabouts."

"This is important. There are people looking for her." Dick remained calm, narrowing his eyes at Nellie.

"Why do you think I won't tell? If you won't help-" Nellie bit off, biting his bottom lip in a pout.

"What if I decide to help?" Dick spoke, somewhat calming the boy across from him.

Nellie mulled over the question. What if it goes south if the man decides not to help? He formed a better plan, "Fine, but I need to get her to come in on her own. I don't force people to do what they don't want to. This way, she knows I'm not betraying her trust."

"It's a deal. What did you say your name was?" Dick eyed up the seemingly battered boy.

It took little time for Nellie to get caught up in violence on the way to helping his friend. He didn't fight for fun. In fact, he considered himself to be a pacifist. "My name is Nellie."

"Do you have a last name?" Dick pressed, further for answers.

Nellie shook his head in disagreement. He did have a last name, but people were looking for Rachel who were also looking for him. "Not one, worthy of hearing."

Dick nodded, extending his arm for Nellie to shake. "It's been nice meeting you."

Nellie knew they'd meet again. He didn't have to say it. He scurried off when he could, searching for the one person who brought him to another city under another state. He could track people no matter where they went without technology. His family knew nothing of the truth.

It's how he ended up colliding with the girl he was looking for in a dark alley at night. It had taken him a few days for the pair to cross paths.

"Rachel, what're you doing in a dark alley at night?" Nellie asked, softly gripping her shoulders. His eyes met hers with a cheshire smile. He hadn't seen her in a bit.

"I could ask you the same, Nellie. I didn't think you'd come." Rachel responded, having gone tense under his touch. A hint of smile hid in her eyes.

Nellie paused, scanning the alley. clearly, his friend had the thought of going it alone. Trouble would come their way if one or the other wasn't safe. He spoke up, tugging he in the direction of the law enforcement vicinity. "I know somebody willing to help."

"Who could-?" Rachel went to ask, but Nellie cleverly interrupted.

"It should be obvious. The one person you've had nightmares all these years about. Or rather, the guy's family." Nellie grinned with hope in his heart.

"You're sure it's him?" Rachel skeptically asked, fully aware she rarely caught Nellie in a lie.

Nellie nodded, "Totally."

"Why isn't Dylan accompanying us?" Rachel curiously asked, switching topics. She missed the brunette quirky dark sense of humor.

"I didn't want to mix her up in a world she hardly has suspicions about. She hasn't come into her own. She can take care of herself. I should check up on her though." Nellie voiced as they reached the inside of the police station.

"You should. If people are looking for you then they're probably looking for her. This has to all be connected." Rachel said, letting the boy get to what he needed.

Nellie had this sudden feel of dread when his thoughts lingered on his older sister.