I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING
(I know that the ages are inaccurate, but I am making them like this for the story)
Dick (Nightwing): 24
Jason (Red Hood): 21
Tim (Red Robin): 19
Damian (Robin): 17
L0$t
Jason, dressed as Red Hood, sighed once again, "Dammit, Babybird."
"Hood, you there?"
Red Hood answered his comm. as looked he down at the multiple alleyways below him. He was perched on the top of the Wayne Tower as it had the best view in the whole city of Gotham.
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Still no sign of him…"
Red Hood clenched his fist and bit down on it as hard as he could without breaking a tooth.
No sign of him.
Still not found.
He's still missing.
Where the hell is he?
"Hood?"
Jason almost forgot about Dick on the comm. as he was more focussed on the rampant thoughts running through his mind.
"Still here." He replied.
"Look, I know you're worried, I am too! But…just-" Jason could hear the exhausted sigh Dick released over the comm. and silently reminded himself that the whole family was hurting because of this event, not just him. "just know that we'll find him."
Yet Jason couldn't help but be pessimistic, "But how will we find him? You know about his problems. I just hope he hasn't done anything he'd regret."
"I know, Littlewing. We've got everyone on the look-out, we'll find him." Dick sounded so sure of himself that Jason would feel even worse if he disagreed with the elder hero.
"Yeah. Yeah, I guess so." Before Dick could say anything else, Jason tore the the communicator out of his ear and threw it off of the side of the building. "But I'm gonna find him using my own way." Jason glared out at the dark night sky before firing his grapple-gun to a nearby building and swinging to the roof-tops.
LINE BREAK
It's been two days and Timothy Drake is still missing.
It's been two days and Red Robin has not been seen.
It's been two days and Jason does not know where the fuck his little brother is.
Two days and you can faintly see the worry on Damian's face.
Two days and Dick has been worried sick.
Two days and Bruce has kept all emotions tucked inside.
Where is Tim? He always reports on time, he never allows himself to be late and his apartment is always in mint condition.
When Jason went over to his apartment to check on him, it was a mess.
No one has seen the youngest Drake.
LINE BREAK
Red Hood finally arrived in Henderson, Nevada. Why Nevada? Because he tracked Tim's last phone call to a warehouse in the south side of Gotham. In the warehouse, there was an old train ticket that was from Henderson Nevada. Jason travelled all the way to Nevada to find Tim and he'll be damned if he isn't there. However, there is one problem.
How the hell was he supposed to find Tim in Henderson Nevada?
LINE BREAK
"Campbell! You gonna lock up after closin'?" Campbell Turner nodded at Rick Flore, the man who owns the hole-in-the-wall bar he works at. Rick was a burly looking man with a large bald spot on the top of his head. It was so big that some of his employees believed they should land a remote-controlled helicopter on it. Rick gave Campbell a firm nod before waving goodbye and making his way home.
Campbell finished cleaning the dishes and locked up. Campbell sprinted to his one bedroom apartment and quickly took off his wig.
Jason sighed as he sat down in one of the mangled and stain-covered chairs in the temporary apartment. He has been undercover as "Campbell Turner" for three months and he has found no sign of Tim.
All the Bats have been searching for him, hell, even the Teen Titans have been looking for Tim but have come up with nothing. Most residents of the superhero community have told him that Tim doesn't want to be found. But that can't be true.
Right?
Right?
Tim wouldn't do that. He wouldn't leave his family to wonder whether or not he was alive or kidnapped or-
…
worse.
LINE BREAK
Jason has been undercover for five months.
And he just got a lead.
Red Hood used his grappling gun to swing to a fairly small apartment building in Henderson Nevada. Once he landed, Hood crouched and made his way to the closest window. As he peered through, he saw no sign of inhabitance. Jason couldn't decide whether or not that was a bad thing.
Before he could even push the window open, the oak wood door opened and three large men walked into the room with two fairly scrawny guys following the larger men into the room.
Red Hood tapped the right side of his helmet, triggering the facial recognition software that Tim installed when he was bored and wanted to mess around with that particular coding.
"Didn't he say he would be here soon?" One of the three larger men nagged. He got two nods of agreement and two hateful glares in return.
"Don't rush him-" A smaller guy barked, "we'll get our money no matter what."
The large man grumbled but stayed silent.
"Getting impatient, are we?"
Red Hood became startled when a new voice entered the conversation.
Red Hood never gets startled.
Someone raised by THE Batman, should not be startled easily.
"W-what? No. No! Of-Of course not!" The- Arnold McKinney stuttered out. Okay, facial recognition software is working.
The mystery man, who has refrained from revealing himself, chuckled, "You don't have to justify your actions. I understand."
Arnold nodded and stayed silent.
"Although-" The mystery man continued, "I do find one thing just as ridiculous as your parts in this scheme."
All men in the room exchanged looks. Well-besides Jason. Then again, who would he exchange dramatic looks with, the plant on the window sill?
"Wh-What do you mean?" Eckford Langs asked.
"It's ridiculous that you believed me to be your employer." The man said before stripping himself of his hooded cloak.
…
"What the shit."
"Why the hell is Red Robin buying heroin from us?"
"Timmy?"
A/N: I'm a dick. I am an absolute bitch. I am so sorry. Wow. I suck. If you wanna hear my list of excuses, here it is.
-EXAMS
-SUMMER
-FAMILY VISITING
-I HAD TO GIVE UP MY ROOM TO FAMILY WHO'S VISITING
-I WAS SICK
-I RE-MODELED MY ROOM
-I STARTED FEELING DEPRESSED
-I AM PREPARING TO GO ON A DIET
-I AM READING A LOT OF BOOKS FOR NEXT SCHOOL YEAR BECAUSE MY ENGLISH TEACHER RECOMMENDED ME FOR MULTIPLE AP CLASSES (bitch)
and so on.
Oh wait, I got an instagram. If you want to follow me, I'm scari_sari
Yeah. So. I'm sorry.
