A/N: It's been a long time since I worked on this one... Mostly because my daughter broke the laptop that I had it stored on. I'm going to try to bring it back because I like the original idea I had for it... So here we go! Short chapter to get back in the swing of things.

When Robin went to wake her parents the next morning, she was only mildly surprised to find them sleeping in the same bed, wrapped in an embrace with their legs tangled together. Her mother's head rested naturally on her father's t-shirt clad chest, her chestnut hair fanned out across him, and Robert's arms were locked protectively around her. Robin knew that her parents shared a level of intimacy that was abnormal (or practically even unheard of) for ex-spouses, but it still made her flush like a little girl to see them wrapped around each other that way.

"Um, knock knock." Robin said, banging on the door with her fist lightly to punctuate her words.

Anna's eyes blinked awake. She looked next to her, then tried to disentangle herself casually from her ex-husband's grasp.

"Oh. Good morning, Robin." Anna shook Robert until he woke up.

"What? Oh. Hiya, sweetheart." Robert rubbed his eyes. He moved his arms quickly away from Anna as though they'd been caught in the act.

Robin leaned against the doorway, smirking. "I made breakfast for you two."

"We should probably skip breakfast and try to take off on any leads we have." Robert said.

Robin frowned; she was the last person who wanted to acknowledge that her parents were aging. They were strong, but still only human, no matter how much she always admired them as superheroes.

"You need to have strength if you want to find Emma. If you run yourself ragged, you're useless, Dad."

Robin managed to talk Anna and Robert into some coffee and waffles before they took off on their search.

"Is there any other unusual behavior you've noticed from her lately?" Anna asked, though she'd asked the same question several times prior. "Anything at all?"

"No. Everything has been normal." Robin sighed. "I feel like such an idiot because there has to be something I missed."

"Do you not have any kind of tracking software or anything on her phone?" Robert tried to keep the edge of frustration out of his voice. The last thing he wanted to do was pin the blame on Robin, even though he thought her parenting skills would have been more diligent. "Anything that would have let you see that your daughter was texting a thirty-year-old man?"

Robin's expression was hurt; she easily picked up on what her father was insinuating. "I do, and I do check up on her, but kids can find a way around anything nowadays."

"Robert..." Anna laid her hand lightly on his. "Placing blame isn't going to help anything."

Robin's phone dinged, and she immediately grabbed it, hoping for information about her daughter.

"Mom! Dad! She just used her debit card!"

"What?!" Her mother exclaimed.

"My phone pops up with an alert whenever Emma uses her debit card... She just used it at an ATM in Bonita."

"Where the hell is that?" Robert asked.

"It's near San Diego." Robin explained. "About eight hours from here by car."

"Can you get us a GPS location?" Anna asked. Robin nodded and used the banking app to zoom in on the ATM's location. She handed Anna the phone.

"How much cash did she take out?"

"500 dollars."

"Hm." Robert pondered the amount for a moment. It was a lot for a sixteen-year-old girl to take out at once in cash.

"Oh my God. Dad, do you think she's trying to go across the border?"

"Not if I have anything to say about it." Robert mumbled, his fingers flying across his phone screen. "I'm alerting our contacts at the WSB to keep an eye for her on that border."

"I'll see if they can get us a flight down there." Anna's hands moved quickly over her own phone. "Eight hours is way too long and would let her possibly move locations."

Mere minutes later, Robert and Anna kissed their daughter goodbye and took off out the door, a plan already in place and a mission ready to commence.

Robin watched their Uber to the airport from her window as it pulled out of the driveway. With tears in her eyes, she realized that she felt the same as she always had whenever they had gone on missions when she was a child.

Left behind and helpless.