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"I don't know, this is his territory we're talking about here."

"Trust me. We need you more right now."

"It just doesn't feel right…"

"Look, you can't sit around worrying what can or can't hurt his feelings. He's away and there's nothing I can do about that, but we need help over here. Things are starting to get bad."

"I thought you had—"

"Do you really think those two can handle it on their own? I don't know what he's told you, but this place is a handful, I don't know how one person handled it for so long."

"….All right. Let me call in someone to make sure everything will be taken care of here. We'll come over as soon as possible."

"Thank you, we really appreciate it."

"It's the least we can do, sir."

….

Dick found himself standing there again, thinking and thinking. His thoughts were beginning to take over every aspect of his life. It made it so hard to concentrate sometimes. He really wished there was an off button to his thoughts, because they were making him anxious and unable to sleep.

The computer didn't help at all, nothing had come up. One minute Bruce had been there and the next, nothing. Vanished as if he had never been there in the first place. Whoever did this had some excellent resources, but Dick was determined. Especially after another fruitless night.

After his first night of pouring over the files and videos on the computer Dick felt as if he had gone nowhere. In fact, it felt as if he'd taken three steps back. There was no footage, no footprints, and no tire tracks; not even a sign of a struggle. Whoever had wanted Bruce made sure their tracks were covered. On the second night Tim had followed a lead in the Arts District of Gotham, only to come home empty-handed. The kidnapper had set them up to chase after a Red Herring. The brothers found themselves back at square one.

Which was why Dick found himself in front of the glass case again, just lost in his thoughts. Tim was good at what he did, but he'd only been in the business for about a year now officially. Maybe if he put on the cowl he could find Bruce much more quickly, help Tim out. And if they didn't find Bruce, well, he supposed the cowl would have to show up in the public again eventually. Yes, just keep reminding yourself that it's the only way. It's what you've trained for. It's what Bruce would want, after all.

"Master Richard," a voice startled him out of his thoughts. Turning to the side he observed Alfred with a redheaded girl next to him. Her fists were clenched and her eyes were glued to him, as if he were not real. "There is someone who wishes to see you."

Dick took a hesitant step forward before stopping, unsure of what to do. He lamely decided on, "Hey, Babs," waving a hand in her direction.

She approached him, slowly at first, then much more quickly as she became surer of what she was doing. His frown turned in to a small smile at her approach. That smile quickly disappeared after a fist connected with his jaw with more force than he would have expected. Ow, "You asshole!" She grabbed on to the front of his shirt (another button-down) drawing him closer to her, anger dancing in her brown eyes. "You think you can just leave without saying goodbye and then waltz back in here whenever you feel like it acting as if nothing happened? Well, I tell you what, Dick, you can't just go running off and creating new teams without telling us first. That's not how it works! People worry, and then when you don't call—"

Well, that shut her up. Pulling away from her, Dick looked in to Barbara's eyes mischievously. Her lips were parted slightly in shock from the kiss they had just received. "I missed you too, Babs."

A small blush colored her cheeks as she punched him again, much more softly this time. "Whatever, you narcissistic asshole." They pulled apart, her looking away in embarrassment and him looking down at her in amusement. It made him happy to see he'd finally gotten taller than her, despite the fact she had two years on him. She looked almost exactly the same, her red hair shining and her skin as pale as ever.

Barbara Gordon, his first crush. Also known as Batgirl.

In the past the two had flirted, but it had always been part of the act. Just like the Dynamic Duo, Robin and Batgirl had always had some unspoken language. They understood each other. Robin never would have been brave enough to kiss her in the past. However, now, seeing her here, all worked up over him of all people had just made him act on instinct. Her reaction was definitely worth it.

Yes, he'd really missed Barbara.

"Ew, are you two done now?" Both turned to see the youngest of the household smirking at them, arms crossed, a red hoodie covering his body. "I mean, really, if I wanted to see that I would stick around whenever Catwoman showed up on patrol." He made a disgusted face at that. Dick chuckled, oh he knew what the younger bird meant. Bruce and Selina had always had a strange relationship, one he'd always been sure to steer clear of.

In that moment, with Barbara at his side and Tim acting like a scandalized child, Dick felt at home again. He felt as if something that had been missing was suddenly back, and he let go. He let himself be the person he'd buried away years ago, the laid-back narcissistic son of a billionaire with a redheaded crush and little brother. It felt good to be in his own skin again.

But the moment was shattered when Alfred came down the steps of the Batcave, pale faced and looking troubled, "Master Richard. There are some people at the door."

Dick sighed; he did not want to deal with the media right now. "Whatever it is I'm sure it can wait until Bruce is back and safe, Alf—"

A shake of the head stopped him, "You don't understand, sir. Commissioner Gordon brought some guests to Gotham. I believe you need to handle this personally."

Confused, Dick nodded his affirmative, slipping away from Barbara and walking up to the elevator. Tim began to follow, but his brother stopped him, "Why don't you stay here and help Babs out, see if you two can find anything new. I'll be back." He pouted, but stayed anyway. Making his way to the front door, the blue-eyed bird straightened out his shirt and ran a hand through his hair, making sure everything was in place.

Time for Richard Grayson, playboy billionaire to make his reappearance.

Smile in place he opened the door, "Hello, my name is Richard Grayson, how….may I help…you." His smile melted away slowly as the sentence died on his lips. For standing there on his front porch were four teens and a very guilty looking Commissioner.

Jim had called the Titans.

Jim had called the Titans.

And he thought this couldn't get any worse.

As much as I want to continue, that seems like a good place to stop. I figured that ending was pretty obvious, though.

Thoughts?