"Alfred?" Rachel ran into the Bruce's holding the letter in her hand. "Alfred?!" She called out.

"Rachel? What's wrong?" She looked up to see Bruce standing at the top of the stairs, his hair wet, a light grey towel loosely around his shoulders.

"Bruce! Where's Alfred?" Bruce raised and eyebrow in confusion as to why she wanted to see him.

"Um… he was out in the garden last I saw." Rachel ran past Bruce as he came downstairs. She ran through the hall to the garden. She made her way outside and saw Alfred in the middle of the garden making his way towards the green house.

"Alfred!" She called. Alfred paused and looked back to Rachel. He smiled when he saw her.

"Ah young Miss Dawes." He said and nodded her in greeting. "How are you today?" He paused when he saw the tears running down her cheeks. "Miss Dawes. What's wrong?" He asked.

"It's Jon, Alfred." She said finally making it up to him. "He's…. he's gone." She said.

"Of course he's gone." He said laughing. "He moved quite some years ago, you know that Rachel." He said.

"No I mean… he's run away from home." She held out the letter to Alfred. Alfred took the letter looking at her oddly before reading it over.

"I haven't heard of any of this." He said. "I'm going to phone his father." Alfred said. He handed Rachel back the letter as he made his way back to the house, Rachel one step behind him. "Master Bruce, if you wouldn't mind as to allow me to use your phone." He said. He had never used the house line before and felt it necessary to ask permission. "It's somewhat of an emergency." Bruce nodded and motioned to the phone.

"Yeah… go ahead." Alfred quickly dialled the number and waited for the phone to pick up.

He heard someone on the other line pick up the phone, fumbled it a bit before he heard a grumbled 'what?' from the other end.

"Mr. Crowley?"

"Yeah what do you want?" The mans gruff voice asked.

"I'm phoning about your son. My nephew."

"Alfred?" The man asked. "What about him?" Alfred took the letter back from Rachel and looked it over as he spoke.

"When was the last time you talked to Jon?" Alfred asked.

"What that little shit? Haven't seen him in almost three days." He said. "Why?" Alfred was shocked.

"And you're not in the least bit worried about him?"

"Why should I be? He does this all the time, comes home eventually." Mr. Crowley said his voice clearly annoyed.

"I have a letter here from Jon. And I suggest you listen." He said. "Jon wrote to Rachel saying that he was moving." He said. "He said he didn't know to where yet and that you didn't know. He said he was changing his name. So this time, Jon is not coming back."

Bruce stood watching Alfred as he spoke. He was shocked by the man's tone of voice. Alfred had always been calm and understanding.

"Maybe you should stop thinking about yourself for a change." Alfred said.

"Well what the hell do you want me to do?" Alfred groaned.

"He's a sixteen year old run away boy. You used to be a police officer, use that brain you haven't used in years." Mr. Crowley scoffed.

"Why? More use to me gone. Save me some money." Alfred looked livid.

"If you had no intention of taking care of that boy why did you take him with you all those years ago?" Alfred asked.

"Because he's my son!" The man yelled at him.

"Then act like his father." Alfred said into the phone. Alfred hung up, waited a few moments before calling another number. "Hi… I'd like to report a missing person."

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Jack sat in a small café eating a strawberry poptart as he read a local newspaper. He could hear the couple next to him talking about a demon sighting in a near by abandon church and rolled his eyes.

"No way." The girl said.

"It's true I saw him!" The guy said defensively. "He was blue and had a spaded tale and his eyes glowed a scary yellow colour!" The guy said. He turned to Jack. "You believe me eh man?" Jack looked at him a moment before looking back down at his newspaper. The employee from the café came up to him as he washed a glass.

"Hey kid, no outside food in here." He said. Jack looked at him a moment before taking a sip of his paid for coffee. He cleared his throat and shoved the last piece of the poptart in his mouth. He smirked at the man and turned back to his newspaper.

The volume on the near by television was turned up slightly as a news report came on the screen.

'Gotham authorities have received a missing persons report. A sixteen year old boy by the name of Jonathan Kelvin Crowley has been allegedly missing for nearly three days now. Authorities as anyone who has seen this boy, to contact the Gotham police.' Jack grimaced as a picture of him popped up on the screen. The picture clearly, pre scar, was taken about a year ago. Even if it had been taken sooner no one would likely recognise him.

With the lacerations on his face, his hair had grown out, his body stance had changed… by this point… he was nearly unrecognisable to anyone who didn't directly know him. Or at least that's what he hoped.

He looked up at the man that worked in the café as the man looked up at the picture of him. He looked over to him and raised and eyebrow.

"What's your name kid?" He asked. Jack looked at him.

"Don't see how it's any of your business." He said, perfect… maybe he was still too recognisable.

"If you don't want me to be calling the Gotham police and reporting you as him, you be telling me you're name."

"Jack Napier." He said.

"You got ID?" Jack rolled his eyes and got up from his seat. "Hey kid…." Jack stopped and turned. "You watch out for who you run into eh…. lots of crazies around here love to get their hands on a little run away such as yourself."

Jack glared at him a moment. "I'll keep that in mind." He stepped out of the café and shoved his hands deep in his pockets. His bag slung over one shoulder he made his way down the street. He walked past the abandoned church and paused to look at it. He laughed as he took out a can of white spray paint from his bag. Moving up to one of the wooden boards used as a fence to keep people out he wrote "Nature Laughs Last." In big letters. He looked up and jumped slightly. He could have sworn he saw something move in the window of the church.

"Naw couldn't be." He said putting the paint back in his bag and moving away from the church.

((So does anybody know who he saw in the church? xD lulz anyone? anyone? I'll give a cookie to the first person who gets it! xD))