As Matt reached his bedroom, he began to hear soft footsteps coming from behind. He ignored them while clenching his doorknob, as if he were holding on for his life. He angrily turned the knob, not looking back at who it was following him. The little sad boy walked into his room, plopping down onto his once neatly made bed. Matt didn't care if anyone was him cry anymore, he just wanted to be left alone.

The door slowly opened, as his older brother Terrence calmly and carefully stepped in. Terry stood at the door for a minute, thinking of the right way to approach his sad little brother. He hesitantly wiped his forehead, before walking towards Matt's bed. Without saying a word, Terry sat on Matt's bed, staring into his crying eyes.

Terry had never seen Matt like this, not even when their dad was murdered. He had no idea what to do or how to feel. His head begin to spin out of control, as he watched him sobbing brother weep. This caused Terry to shed a few tears of his own, but quickly wiping them away. Thoughts roamed Terry's mind "What should I do? What should I say?" He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get his words out, Matt began to speak.

"He's gone! Terry!" Matt yelled, not standing up. "And he's not coming back!" Tears now falling from his cheeks once more each tear in the same spots as his previous ones. Terry was sure that Matt was talking about his dad, but didn't know what to say.

"He's always here with us Matt." Terry spoke with a quiver in his voice. "Remember that, dad will always be here with us. He's watching over us, he's our guardian angel." Terry knew that that sounded cheesy, but he didn't care, he just wanted his brother to feel better. FAIL

"What?" Was all Matt could say at the moment, confused and hurt?

"I'm not talking about dad!" Matt stated in a much more aggravated voice. He hated it when Terry brought up their dad.

Terry blinked in confusion, not knowing what else to say. He stood up hesitantly, then kneeled down to his brother's height. Placing both hands on the crying boy's shoulders, Terry calmly asked him "Then who are you talking about?" He spoke in a soft concerned voice.

"He's been kidnapped and his mom and dad can't find him!" Matt blurted out in anger. He began breathing heavily, as Terry lifted him up and sat him onto the bed, once again kneeling in front of him. Terry's mind quickly went into Batman mode, as he asked his younger sibling a handful of questions.

"Who's missing? When did he go missing? Where was he last before he went missing? Who are the suspects?" Terry asked, ready to put of his suit.

"L-Le-Leo" Matt's voice quivered as he struggled to get the name of his best friend out.

Terry's eyes widened, Matt and Leo were best friends. They were like Spongebob and Patrick, Timmy and AJ, Arnold and Jerold.

"I'll find him." Terry promised before rushing back down stairs, hoping his mom wouldn't ask questions. DEAD WRONG!

"What's wrong with him, Terry?" His mother asked in a very concerned voice. He wanted to ignore her and just leave, but he couldn't leave her in the dark. The last time that he did that, his father ended up dead.

With a hesitant turn, he finally answered "Leon was kidnapped." A gasp escaped his mother's voice as she ran into the kitchen, to the phone. She was going to call Leon's mother, to see if she was doing alright.

Terry turned and rushed out the door, he was going to talk to Max. He always asked for Max's help, before seeing boss man Bruce.