Author's Note: Hey guys! Thank you for being so patient with me (some of you, not so much). Had some hard-core writer's block but I'm starting to overcome it. Thank you for your reviews and your suggestions, they have helped me greatly in shaping where this story will go.

Tim came rushing up to Bruce.

"Alfred called. He's coming here as fast as he can…also I think he told Dick what's going on."

Oh shit. I don't want Dick to know I hit him.

"Okay, I- I will figure something out." His head wasn't working right now.

And who the hell is this doctor? And where's Leslie?

"Listen…" Bruce turned to the doctor and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I want Leslie Thompkins as the primary doctor for my son. Please do not take any offense Mr.…." Bruce waited for the man to tell his last name.

"Um, yes?"

"Your name. What is it?" Bruce's eyes narrowed. Why is this guy acting so suspicious?

"Yes, we can switch doctors for you." The man immediately scampered away, drastically changing his behavior from earlier in front of Mr. Foley.

"What the hell?" said Tim.

Bruce's gut told him something was wrong. He rushed towards the doctor and grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Hey-"

Before he could say anything else, he spun him, so they were face to face.

"Name. Now."

The man started to shake.

"Listen, man, this wasn't my idea!"

"What the HELL are you talking about!" Bruce slammed him up against the wall until his feet no longer touched the ground.

Tim, only spectating up until this point, spoke. "You're not a real doctor, are you?" His voice was dark.

The man made eye contact with Tim momentarily before Bruce tightened his grip on his shoulders.

"Ugh, please…let me down! It wasn't my idea!"

"Bruce," Tim warned. Bruce looked around. Nurses and other doctors were beginning to watch the scene unfold. He slowly released his hold and the man slumped to the floor and began to weep.

You're not Batman here. Get a hold of yourself.

"BRUCE!" Dr. Thompkins squeezed through the crowd. "What is going on here!" she exclaimed. Her eyes went from Bruce to Tim, to finally the man. "Who the hell is he?!"

"That's what we're trying to figure out."

Suddenly, Bruce's pocket vibrated and shock, indicating someone was trying to call him. I can't deal with that right now!

"Someone call security!" declared Dr. Thompkins. "This man isn't an employee here."

"What!?" Bruce and Tim shouted at the same time.

A thought crept into Bruce's mind…if he isn't a doctor, is Mr. Foley really an employee of CPS?

"Where's Mr. Foley?!" His eyes wandered through the sea of people, not finding his target. Before he could move, two security guards pushed their way through the crowds.

"Get him out of here!" commanded Dr. Thompkins. Each guard picked up on arm, dragging him towards the elevators. The man quivered and sobbed. "PLEASE! It wasn't my idea! It's not my fault!" The sea of people naturally parted to let them through, staring as they went past.

"Alrighty, people. Nothing to see here. Go back to work!" Thompkins quickly turned to Bruce. "Why are you here?"

"What?" Bruce's eyebrows came together. "You don't know about Damian?"

"No! What happened?" She came closer, fear evident on her face. She knew the bat family only came to the hospital in civilian identities when the injuries couldn't be taken care of at the Batcave.

His mouth was open for a second, but Bruce shut it when the words didn't come out.

"Oh Bruce," Thompkins said softly and placed her hand on his arm. "Let's go check him out."

Bruce's eyes got wide. "Wait! Where's Mr. Foley?" Bruce scanned the diminishing crowd. "Where's Tim?!"

"Uh, I don't know. He was just here a few moments ago-"

"HE'S GONE!" Tim roared, running up to them.

"Mr. Foley?"

"DAMIAN! Damian is gone!"

It was in that instant, that Bruce raced straight towards Damian's ICU room. His heart pounded in his chest as he sprinted as fast as he could into the room, dismissing any thoughts of the restraining over.

The white bed was empty.