His heart raced as he ran down the newly wet asphalt and his lungs burned with exhaustion. Jason knew that he shouldn't be running, but he also knew they would be calling the police soon, but his feet pounded as fast as his heart.

He paused, feeling his leg buckle under the strain, almost landing on his face, but balanced himself again. The doctor had told him he had a minor linear stress fracture. The police had been surprised, after the recount of his assault in the sewers, that all he had received was a minor stress fracture in his leg and his broken arm.

He leaned against a stoop, suddenly realizing he had almost made it back home.

Less then twenty minutes ago Dick had gotten into the car while Alfred had taken a call. Dick had been looking into the blueprints of the sewers trying to figure out a possible path Jason may have gone through. At first, it had seemed an impossible task, until he found an old deserted railway system. It had been abandoned and sectioned off to extend the sewer instead. When he found the blueprints, he realized it had a large station that was never near completion. If the boy wonder's intuition was correct, then he might be able to find where Jason was when the sewer man attacked him.

Robin parked Bruce's black McLaren P1 in front of Wayne tower. It was a brilliant idea since taking might be a dead giveaway. He had driven from Wayne Manor across Robert Kane Memorial Bridge and hightailed it to the southern part of Gotham where Wayne Tower stood proudly overlooking the city. Now that he stood outside in his full costume he realized he was setting off on his own mission. He looked back into the leather seats and took off his cape and put his earpiece in one of his many belt pouches, and pulled out a crowbar from the trunk. Locking the door behind him, he ran off and shot his grappling gun zooming into the closest building he could (a small building that held his favorite bakery.) He dashed across the rooftop of a building and climbed onto the next.

He could do this, he was ready. He would figure out who this new player in The Roman's ever-growing army was, and take him down for the murder of Catherine Todd. His confidence grew as he neared the Haberdashery. He checked the map of the sewers, trying to keep up with the description that Jason gave of his surroundings prior to meeting Tetch. Jervis wouldn't have traveled far with an injured child, so he must have gotten him close. But where would an injured child lay after getting out of the sewers?

Finally, near the pet shop he noticed a manhole open, the cover had been moved aside. Dick had the point of exit, now he had to backtrack from here to the spot shown in the blueprints.

Batman slammed the now unlocked door of his McLaren, his keys in his utility belt, and Robin's communicator in hand. He had noticed the cape inside of the car and knew his apprentice had gone gallivanting about.

He entered Wayne Tower, launching his grappling hook up three floors above reception, pried open his elevator, and climbed into the elevator shaft. He, again, launched his grappling hook and skipped the tedious ride up the elevator, to the twenty-fifth floor. He pulled out a pair of binoculars to search across the rooftops for his truant ward when he heard a loud crash come from above.

Bruce knew that all of his building had been closed earlier tonight, around ten, no one should've been in the building at this late hour. He ascended through the elevator shaft again ending two floors below his office. He opened the elevator to Lucius Fox's secretary's desk and saw Nasrin Safar burst into space from Lucius's office.

She noticed him immediately, and her face filled with terror, then recognition. A man in a hooded black robe immerged from the office soon after, his face covered by a mask over his nose and mouth. Bruce looked her over, noting that she was wearing her knee length pencil skirt from earlier, though she seemed relatively unharmed. She then ran towards him and the masked man ran after her, pulling out a qama fighting knife.

Quickly Batman drew a Batarang and threw it as he grabbed Nasrin with his left and pulled her behind him. The assailant stopped and threw a small disk at him that was blinking red light, and then slapped away the Batarang with his dagger.

The caped crusader had only a second to throw his arm around Nasrin and evade the small pellet, tucking himself around her as he jumped and rolled to the right to avoid any injury to his damsel in distress. The blast from the disk was enough to throw him back, though he moved with it than behind the secretary's desk. He placed her behind the desk, then looked over to see where their foe had gone though he was now nowhere in sight.

"What were you doing here?" Batman asked, standing at his full height and scanning the area with his detective vision —as Dick so fondly named it.

"I should be asking that," Nasrin replied, staying seated on her side, her arm supporting her, until he offered her a hand. "I was doing some last-minute research." She snapped, turning away, then rushed after him as he walked into Lucius's office.

He quickly accessed the mainframe, and though she seemed surprised he continued looking up footage as to what had been going on. Apparently, she had been in the office since eight o'clock though he couldn't tell from the angle of the camera what she was doing. She seemed flustered at the sight of his nosiness but didn't protest at all.

"Now, try that again, what are you doing here?"

She crossed her arms, giving him a defiant glance, "Who are you to be asking me that?" When he didn't answer, she did, "I work here. I was trying to catch up on some work."

"Who was that man?"

She turned away from him and stepped towards the door. "I don't know. I was just about to leave when that man came in through the window. I don't know how he got up so high, I was-" she paused, he didn't believe her. "I should head home," she claimed curtly.

He watched her turn away and enter the elevator.

"Penny-one," he started as soon as the doors closed. "Nasrin was just in Fox's office. She's after something."

"What on Earth was she doing in there?"

He silently agreed. "Moreover, there was a masked man," he sent Alfred the footage, "but this footage ends before he enters."

"Well sir, we will have to keep a close eye on her then."

"Check the computer, find out what she was looking for."

"Of course, sir."

Bruce had been led here by Robin's communicator, hoping to find why he hadn't been answering. Now he had to find two lost boys in the city.

Jason stood outside his door for what felt like forever. "The police will find me here," he muttered but entered the residence. The door had been kicked in by Roman's men, dragging him and his mother away. He saw the small TV had been knocked down, and the few drawers around the place had been opened and looked through. They owned nothing of any real value, nothing seemed to be missing, just newly broken if it wasn't already that way.

He breathed in the terrible life he lived up to this point. It could get worse, he chided himself before he could ask. He stood frozen in his spot, the need to check if his mom was dying on the bathroom floor again gnawing at him from the inside, as he yelled out, "She's already dead, stupid!"

He surprised himself, looking around at the barebones life within the confines of this apartment, and looked again to the front door, still ajar, still useless at keeping everything else out. He slowly made his way to the only room, mattress on the ground, trash scattered about. He half expected his mom to wave him away from the bed. "But she's dead," he mumbled as he dropped into the old bed, and curled up against the wall. He sighed and fell asleep.

Dick jumped from one rooftop to another, frustrated. How could he not backtrack some broken kid's escape? "Shit, don't think like that, Robin." He muttered angrily, taking stock of what he did find out. "I need to figure out the sewers better, I can't believe I got lost and couldn't get back to Salem Street." He was now pretty far from both Salem Street and Wayne Tower. "I could try again, I guess," he sighed, "But I should probably call in before Alfred gets all huffy."

He made it to Wayne Tower, stopping at the McLaren P1, and finding his cape alone in the front seat, not at all the way he was sure he placed it. "Oh golly, Batman's gonna be mad." He drove home, quickly calling up Alfred to gage his punishment.

"Master Dick, thank goodness you called."

He was fucked.

He forced a smile, "Hey, Alfred. Where's Bruce?"

"He's out at the moment, looking for the boy." Alfred paused, "He asked for you to join in the search, though I am certain that your tardiness has been dually noted."

"Yea," he started, and then Bruce's face popped up on the screen. "It's him Alfred, I'll call you back."

"Of course."

"Hi, Bruce , I was just about to call-"

Batman cut him off, "I found Jason, he's in the hospital now. Be there."

"As me or-" Robin huffed as he realized he was hung up on. He called Alfred back reporting the update and pulled over to quickly change before arriving at Mercy Hospital. He checked in and was sent to the second floor, the third hallway. Outside of Jason's room, he saw Gordon.

"Hello, Bruce," Gordon started, shaking the socialite's outreached hand.

"How's it going, Jim?" Bruce peeked obviously over Gordon's shoulder to Jason asleep on the bed within the room.

"The kid's fine," he said while grabbing the knob, closing it properly. "He just needs some rest. They said something about a panic attack and a fever, but they think it's all that trauma." He sighed out through his nose, looking down the hall. "Look here, I think you should know, Jason's still a part of an investigation, and although he needs some certainty, we can't let those papers move forward. We need to make sure that hatter guy stays locked up."

"Investigation or not, I'm glad Jason's safe. And I understand your caution over the adoption, but honestly, you know I'm open to helping this all get solved. I just want him to have a home he can rely on when all this is over."

"Look, I just need more time. The Commissioner is already doing a press conference about the apprehension. All's I'm asking is for some reasonable space to do my job."

Bruce looked towards the door again, "I see." He touched his jaw and put his hands in his pocket. "Well, I'll do what I have to Lieutenant."