"Some of us have to stay here to make sure they're okay." Bruce admitted hesitantly, wanting everyone to go help them, "and we still have to look for Captain Marvel, Darla is starting to electrocute computers in the Watchtower."

Dick looked like he wanted to cry, "I want to go find him, he looks exactly the same—and—I want to see little wing again!" He cried out, sobbing into Jason's jacket, who also wanted to go find the brat.

"I wann' go a' well." Jason sighed, wrapping his arms around the crying Dick.

"I'll help with the Marvel mystery, make sure to tell me your progress." Tim demanded, sitting at one of the computers, looking from the screen to his computer back and forth. "I can watch the monitor so you guys all go, and Alfred will help, he and the animals."

"Go, young master, We'll watch the monitor, you probably should be the one to get him, after all it was you who was the last to see him."

Bruce could only realize what Alfred was saying, he was the last one to see him. The last one, the one who should have realized Talia was following them. The one who should have realized his son was being chased by Assassins, the one who should have protected him.

If only he had listened to what Damian was asking him, "Can you take care of Batcow and Alfred the cat and Titus, and make sure Goliath has enough food. Please father, I—I'll see you later."

The last thing Damian said to anything, then the recordings came in. They never got a clear view of him to find him but they did hear the Smacks and screams of a whip and their brother. They never through them out, Bruce shook his head at the thought and turned on the batmobile.

Jason reeved the motorbike before saying a quick, "see ya' ther'." His gothamite accent thick through the mask. Bruce watched as his son rode off across the country side.

Dick was still watching the screen as if anything could change, "Come on," Bruce told him, the roof opening up. "We should make it there in five minutes tops."

"Make it one."

"Deal, now Richard." Bruce said tentatively, "It wasn't your fault." Bruce understood, he felt the exact way for the first year, then after therapy (which the entire family was put under) he knew it wasn't him, but Talia. She was the one to kill him, she was the one who recorded his son screaming as a whip came down on his back. She was the one to take their baby away from their family and they would kill for him back, (not that he would tell anyone, same goes for anyone else in his family, Even Jason, even though he didn't kill the joker, particularly because of Alfred)

"I know… I just think we should have been able to find him."

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Something was wrong. He should have been able to see Mary and Freddie a whole ago. God he was an idiot, he's seen Scooby Doo, don't split up it gets people hurt and he couldn't breath, his heart raced against his chest as he heaved into the toilet. "Holy." He repeated, "I. I am fine." He told himself wiping his face with the paper towel on the sink. He left the camera in the other room as he went into the small washroom.

He could hear cars outside, that told him it wasn't good. The others who kidnapped him could be back and he would have to fight them.

He didn't want to fight anyone, just leave this place. "Holy moly, Darla must be worried." He told himself walking up and down the hallways, camera in hand. "I hope she finds us." Looking at the camera he swallowed loudly. "Hey, if anyone's listening can you call Darla Marvel, so she can find us please." He pleaded, voice cracking. He just wanted to go home, he didn't even know why the man had kidnapped them. (In fact the author forgot as well)

The slamming of doors scared him. He looked at the stairs and started climbing once again, "Mary! Freddie, please, somethings wrong!" He called out, eyes searching frantically. Though his heart pace completely went against his judgment and was calm.

He felt his heart rate climb as he got no farther than the tenth floor up, "Mary!" He yelled, louder this time. He twirled around almost tripping against his own feet when he heard the doors beside him slam open.

He couldn't protect himself like this, not with the cameras and not in a place like this, everything would explode if he did. His eyes widened in fear, a scream stuck in his throat. He dropped the camera hearing it smash, a woman stopped in front of him.

A beautiful woman, her brown hair cut down to her waist, and green eyes that resembled his own. He staggered back, hitting a wall behind him, he looked at the wall only to see that there was a big gaping hole right behind him, the only thing stopping him from falling was the small barrier that reached his back. (Which is relatively small, seeing as he is ten.)

The woman put her hand out only to take it away. "Ibn, my son." He flinched. "I—I'm so sorry, I…. I didn't mean to. Please, just come with me, back home. I won't let father hurt you ever again."

He stayed still as she continued speaking, "please. Please I'm so sorry. I'll do whatever you want. Please, I can't lose you not again."

"I'm sorry, who are you?" He asked her, fixing his red sweater that climbed up his waist.

"Ibn… you don't remember me?" She cried, reaching out for him, once she held him it felt instinctive to hold her back. "It's me your mommy, Talia. Please, come back with me, I'm sorry it took so long for me to find you. You never have to do anything my father says ever again."

"You're my mom?" He asked himself, "But— what's my name, my real name?"

"Damian." Another voice said at the other side of the room, Batman was standing there in all his glory.

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