Years of experience working with the dark knight had given him the knowledge to know what to do and help the crime fighters. He was more than a butler and he knew it; he was a team worker, and part of that dysfunctional family with characters so different, but with the same passion.

"Alfred, could you please help me with this?"

The old butler turned his head and walked toward Barbara. He had given her the samples of sand that Detective Reese gave him. They had found the Hummer parked on the next block from Reese's appartment.

"Do you find anything, Miss Barbara?"

"I think so. Dinah disappeared in the same zone as the others metas and from the murdered ones. All are three kilometers from this point." The redhead showed him a screen.

"It's Centertown… Hard for him to hide there."

"Yes and no. It's full of people, who would look for a lunatic there?"

"I hope the sand that Reese gave you will help us close the circle."

Inside the room with the cells, Leslie Thomkins walked inside one of the small jails, she looked inside each one until she found the blond girl. She was on a stretcher. The guard closed the door behind her and she went toward the entrance.

When she was sure he had gone, she put the doctor's bag on a table and leaned over the Dinah. "Dinah, wake up." She clapped her cheeks gently. "Dinah, wake up."

Dinah numbly opened her eyes.

"Come on, I need you awake," Leslie whispered.

The blonde hesitated.

"I'm Leslie Thomkins, the doctor."

"Dr. Thomkins?" she whispered.

"Yes, listen to me…"

Dinah realized she was inside a small cell. "Where am I?"

"Don't move," Leslie looked back, none of the guards was near, "Morton trapped you, too. I need you to listen to me."

"I sent Oracle a message; but I don't know if she will find us in time. Listen, Morton is doing experiments, his idea is to end meta-humans; he is working in a serum to do it, and he is using people like you as guineas pigs."

Dinah rubbed her head. "I'm feel sick. What happened?"

"I think they drugged you. Oracle talked to me a bit about your abilities, explain to me exactly what you can do with your mind."

"Why?"

"Morton is not a sane person. At any moment, he could try to kill any of you. We need to do something before it's too late."

"Huntress?"

"She is okay… but you know her; it's difficult try to keep her calm. I'm "helping" Morton to create a virus to kill meta-humans and he is becoming impatient. I don't know how much time I have."

"Are you helping him?" Dinah looked at her, confused.

"Of course not kid, I'm screwing up all their work. Now tell me, what things can you do?"

"I got it!" Oracle couldn't hide a big smile. "The sand comes from the south part of the city."

"But it's a big area miss Barbara." Alfred pointed.

"I decoded Leslie's email, she said she didn't know where she was, but it's a place without windows, cold and has brick walls. The rooms are small and the doors are heavy and made of iron."

"Must be a place like a refuge."

"Refuge?" Oracle asked

"When I was a boy during the Second World War, every time the enemy attacked, alarms sounded and we ran to underground refuges. They were located in several places in the city," Alfred explained.

"London."

"Right."

Oracle moved back in her chair. "I heard about those places here in Gotham. They were a kind of experiment. Yes… I heard my father talking about it." She typed at the computer, "he said there were six…" an image appeared on the screen, six points around the map of New Gotham.. "And one of them is located in the southern part of the city. We have them."

"Excellent."

The redhead picked up the phone again, "We need to move quickly Alfred, "Is the Hummer ready?"

"Yes, Miss Barbara.".

Huntress looked around for a way to escape, she checked the lock on the door, under normal circumstances, she could easily break it with a kick, but, of course, she had support on her leg. Her patience had run dry, Morton had the kid, Leslie was helping, but she couldn't do much against that mad man. She heard the main door open. She limped back and sat on the small mattress next to the wall.

"Comfortable?" Morton smirked, standing up in front of the cell with his hands behind his back, "Are you still refusing to tell me who's looking for you?"

She glared at him and remained silent.

"Do you want me to ask your blonde friend?"

"I think you are not smart enough, you're always using others to try to get me." She stood up angrily, supporting herself with a hand on the wall to keep her balance.

"Don't press your luck, Huntress."

"I'll say it again."

He smiled and looked at her with curiosity. "I know who is looking for you."

Huntress froze. She didn't know what to think.

"That person is coming here now."

Huntress went toward the bars and squeezed them with her hands. "Morton, if this is between you and me, why don't you keep other people out of our fight? Are you afraid?"

"Don't be stupid, girl." Morton clenched his teeth.

"You are, you know I can defeat you when I'm recovered."

"I want to see you smile when this person comes here. You will beg me to forgive you." He turned in annoyance and exited the cell.

Huntress followed him with her gaze, was he joking or had he found Oracle? That couldn't... dammit, maybe he had forced Dinah to tell him. She needed to find a way to move out before he could hurt her. She looked up at all sides of the cell.