The police station looked in that moment like a zoo. Most parents were demanding answers. Some were talking to one another. Just a few seemed almost bored of being there.

Usually, Bruce wouldn't even go to the police station unless they needed his statement. As it was, he needed to know how much the police knew because he had nowhere else to turn. One look at Jason and he knew he wasn't the only one being nervous. It had only passed around half an hour and still nothing new that Bruce already didn't know from his search in the Batcomputer and he knew that time was of the essence.

That was when, suddenly, his comm started making a noise. Someone was calling. He looked over at Jason, but he seemed to be paying attention to whatever leads the police had. He excused himself from the people around him and went to an empty hallway, phone in hand to pretend. Once he accepted the call, he heard the hoarse voice.

"Bruce…"

"Tim" he stated "Who's comm is this? Where are you? Are you all okay?"

"Shh… I don't have much time. This one was taken by Damian, obviously. Now, listen… This is what we know" he told him "The group called White Face is probably in fact some parents of the children that are here, though the people around are most possibly the fall guys. According to Damian, we are in the periphery; not many buildings in the area… The place has been abandoned for at least ten years and used to build electronic machines, particularly kitchen. There are windows on the main area, at least one floor above us and one entry"

"What about the innocent taken?" he asked as quiet as possible.

"Children are innocent, teenagers it depends… All young adults, not counting us, are involved" he answered.

"Okay… How long do you all have?" he asked.

"At most one hour before they decide to take Dick down, since I look young" Tim said and Bruce could hear the hurt in his voice "You have to hurry. We can take some things from here, but there's a lot of people and so little I can do"

"Don't worry. We will find you" he assured him "Rest for the moment. I'll be in contact"

He hanged up and called Jason to get over there to explain everything quickly. Jason could only seem to frown with each word.

Bruce knew that the both of them had expected for that group to be the old one… Because even if they had been dangerous, they weren't up to the task on taking the Bat Family down. As it was, if they were related to the Court of Owls and the Dark Cross, they were dangerous and old enough to be a threat.

Now… Usually he would state that the Court of Owls was more about killing directly, not kidnapping… The fanaticism was something more usual for the Dark Cross, as both this one and the White Face were religious and obsessed with perfection. However, he knew that the Court of Owls was always in need of talons and this could be another way on getting them, even if they had to brainwash everyone.

Whatever the case was, he knew that gaining information would be almost impossible with how both the Court of Owls and the Dark Cross protected each other with their money and power, but… He knew of someone who wouldn't mind to talk too much.

Decided, he sent Jason with Tim's descriptions to look for a place with those characteristics that could be in power of any of the two groups… While he went to approach his new possible way of gaining information.

There were tones of things that Bruce hated about Miller: He was sure he abused his son in some way, he was rude with practically everyone, obnoxious, prideful, disrespectful, shameless… And nevertheless, he was, without a doubt, the best business-man he had met as well as an honest man, even if annoying as hell.

He was able to spot him a mile away between the groups of parents: Not only because of his blond golden hair, but also because out of everyone, he was the one that looked the least worried and most uninterested. In fact, his eyes were piercing some other parents that seemed to be ignoring him as much as possible. His wife, on the other hand, seemed on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Bruce went to him. Miller saw him coming and stretched himself, his eyebrow reaching a little.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Wayne?" he looked at him up and down before smirking "You seem to have suffered the most around here, haven't you? It must be amusing"

"What do you know, Miller?" he asked, not even bothering "And don't even bother lying. We both know you belong to the Dark Cross and this smells like them"

Miller tilted his head, half amused. Of all the rich people, Miller was the only one that didn't hide the fact that he worked for the Dark Cross; the little bracelet in his right hand was proof of that. If it weren't for the money he had and the lack of facts against him, he would be in prison.

"You heard that the police have said White Face, though" he smirked.

"They have been dead for years" Bruce replied instantly.

"Oh… Have they?" Miller smirked with a little scoff "That's pathetic of you to assume, Wayne"

"Quit the games, Miller. I neither have the time nor the patience" Bruce growled almost going towards him.

"Careful… You wouldn't want to damage your public face" he advised with a smirk, and Bruce was tempted to hit him but took a deep breath. He stretched himself, taller than Miller and this one scoffed a bit, before relaxing against the wall and spoke once again "I just know that, yes, this is the Dark Cross and the Owls' doing. As to where they are? I have no idea, but their imagination is quite short so I would vote for a place that has been owned in the past by Crowne, Stagg, Long or Cobb… I would have said Gernaux, but he doesn't bother with people older than thirteen at most"

"Good… I have all I need" he turned away from him.

"Are you telling this to the police?" he asked, and for a second Bruce almost swore that Miller looked worried, but this disappeared in a second with his obnoxious smirk "Just in case I should start preparing my funeral"

"I am telling this to someone who will be careful enough on saving everyone without involving you" he answered honestly.

"Well, aren't you kind?"

"I don't do it for you, Miller" he growled, turning away to the corridor to leave the place.

"I'm sure you don't, Mister Wayne" he easily heard him reply.

&&& Well, this took longer than I thought, but then again, I'm a disaster so... What can I say?

Anyway, this chapter only included some clues and a few things around: Mostly the Court of Owls and groups of my own doing -as much as I know, neither the Dark Cross nor the White Face exist in DC comics or out-. There's not enough action, sadly, but next one will be more on edge than this one, I think xD.

In any case, I didn't want to leave this chapter out: I did enjoy writing it and it was amusing creating a dialogue between Bruce and Miller, who I don't know if I'll make appear once again later. He sure is interesting as a character haahhaha

As always, thank you everyone who has added this story, give kudos, comments, etc. :) I'm very thankful of your support! Lots of love and see you soon, I hope! &&&