I'm back with chapter 8 people's! Please keep reviewing every time you read a chapter, because without the reviews, I have no idea whether people actually read this story, and whether I should spend my time writing these.

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Batman desperately searched everywhere he possibly could on his databases, looking for any sign of Scarecrow, and so far... nothing whatsoever. Which was completely predictable, considering how well Scarecrow seemed to be able to cover his tracks. It was almost as if he disappeared from existence.

Tapping away at the keyboard, Batman began checking every single police database for something that would lead to Scarecrow. Whether is was just some of Scarecrow's men beating up random (or not so random) people, or even an actual attack somewhere. But, nothing.

Batman's mind then began to wander back to when Dick first arrived at the manor, he got lost a few times, and would always be very quiet and reserved. He would stay in his room most of the time, often crying. He would always try and be perfect for him and Alfred. Neither Alfred nor Bruce knew why, until Bruce decided to talk to him...

Bruce Wayne was sitting in his study, looking through the stock market reports. He had been looking at nothing but numbers and superficial people for hours, and it was becoming nauseating. He could almost feel the numbers and names engraved with a chisel into his mind. He then stopped for a moment to rest his tired eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, sighing loudly. His slight brake was interrupted by the butler, who had raise Bruce from when he was eight on, walked into the room.

"Master Bruce, I would like to inform you that Master Richard is held up in his room, and I have become quite concerned." Bruce nodded, and went back to his work. Then he heard Alfred couch to get his attention. Bruce looked over at him, and cocked an eyebrow.

"Yes?" Bruce asked completely oblivious to what Alfred was hinting at.

"When I decided to tell you this I expected that you would go and do something about it, but perhaps I over estimated you, and your ability to sympathize." Bruce looked bewildered at Alfred, and Alfred just left him with that. Bruce mulled over what Alfred had said, and realized what he was saying.

Bruce sighed, and stood to make his venture to Dick's room. As Bruce was walking through the halls he thought about how depressed and in anguish he had felt when his parents died. But at least he had someone to take care of him. Richard's entire family died, and he was put, no, forced into a Juvenile Detention Center because all of the orphanages were full. He had gone through hell in there. How could Bruce pity himself when he at least had a home to go to? And now Dick was in a foreign place, with strangers, and he is probably scared, and he just doesn't have anyone to help him through his parents deaths. It must be a horrible feeling, the worst in the world...

"Dick?" Bruce asked for the small boy as he stood at his door. He heard a little shuffling from inside the room.

"Y-yeah?" Bruce heard from inside the room, but the voice was so timid and small, if Bruce hadn't been Batman, he never would've heard it.

"May I come in?" Bruce asked hesitantly, he didn't really know what he was supposed to say to the boy, he would just have to guess and improvise.

"Sure..." Dick finally said, Bruce opened the door and slid in silently. He saw Dick standing in front of the bed, his head bowed. He looked so small...

"Alfred told me that you've been held up in your room all day." Dick looked up slightly at Bruce.

"I-I just..." Dick tried to get out something that would make sense in this situation, but nothing would come out.

"It's fine, but I think that we need to talk," Bruce said, trying to be as gentle as possible. Dick nodded and waited for Bruce to say something, and Bruce swore that he could feel those crystal blue eyes staring right into him. "How about you sit down," Bruce suggested, Dick immediately sat down on the bed, and Bruce walked over and sat next to him. He noticed that when he did sit, Dick inched a little away from him.

"Why have you been cooped up in your room, and don't lie," Bruce stated plainly. Dick just looked down at his lap and sniffled.

"I-I w-was thinking..." Dick stuttered. Bruce sighed.

"Thinking about what?" He asked, hoping that he didn't know the answer.

"A-about... about my family... and h-how I'll never see them ag-again..." Dick said quietly, never lifting his head, but Bruce could see the steady tears going down his face. Bruce sighed again. He knew this feeling. He had had it so much, and sometimes still does...

"Did you know that when I was eight, my parents were murdered, both shot, and I was with them, when it happened," Bruce suddenly said, after a bout of silence. Dick looked over at him, he had tears in his eyes, and he was sniffling. Dick lifted his arm and wiped his face on his sleeve, brushing the tears away.

"R-really?" Dick asked quietly, trying not to stir anything.

"Yeah... and I felt exactly how you do now..." Bruce said. Dick just sniffled again.

"But at least you had a home to go to..." Dick said softly. Bruce was hoping that he wouldn't see that part in all of it, because he didn't want to have to say this, he didn't want to be too open, but...

"Yeah, I did." Dick looked him in the eyes. "But it didn't feel like a home without them in it... it felt so..."

"Empty," Dick finished for him. Bruce looked at him and nodded. "I know the feeling..." Bruce just looked to the nine year old for an explanation. "At first, I thought that I was going to stay with the circus, and that they'd take care of me..." Dick trailed off, Bruce then realized how hurtful it must have been to be told that he wouldn't be able to stay with his only family left, it must have felt like they didn't care...

"But," Dick continued, "I never thought that it'd be alright... everywhere I went in the camp, it just felt like there was no one there anymore. Despite all the people I knew all my life... but they just looked at me with pity... I was just a broken bird... I was angry at them for it..." Bruce remembered those looks of pity from those around him, he hated them for that, so much hatred...

"But I could never hate them." Bruce looked up surprised. He thought that Dick would be angry and mad at the world like he was. "I can't just blame it on others... or the world... If I did that, who knows where I'd be right now... the only person I was angry at, was the one who did the deed.." Bruce could feel all the gears in his head shift into place. Dick knew that if he searched for revenge on anyone, he would be corrupted. This boy was the most mature person Bruce had ever met. He knew that the only person to blame was the one who murdered his parents, no one else.

"But even then," Dick continued, "I wasn't angry." Bruce nodded. "In that place, I wasn't angry," Dick then said so quietly, Bruce barely heard him,

"I was alone in a crowd..." All the emotion of his parents' murder was flooding Bruce, and he didn't know what to say.

"You're not alone," Bruce said, cutting the silence. Dick looked at him, as if asking 'How so?'.

"You're not alone, because you do have people who care," Bruce said slowly, "we care." Dick almost didn't believe him at first it seemed.

"We care, because we understand, and you're not going to find too many that do." Dick had tears free falling from his face again. "I understand because I lived it. While Alfred understands because he's seen it. I may not have had the exact same experience you had, but I do know what it's like to see your world crumble before your eyes, and I hope that this huge empty house can be filled."

"By you?" Dick asked expectantly.

"No. I hope it can be filled by you." Dick seemed shocked at what Bruce had said. "Because this house has been empty for a long time, and I brought you here to fill it. We didn't take you in out of pity, or for publicity. I took you in to fill the empty spaces here, the ones that weren't always empty, and hopefully will be again." Dick then gave Bruce a small, watery smile. Then, he began to cry even harder, and hugged an unexpecting billionaire. Bruce was frozen for a bit, but then he hugged Dick right back.

Bruce knew then, that he would fill this empty house, and he would fill it with light.

Batman felt every emotion from that day come back to him, and that was when it all clicked...

"I know where he is," Batman said suddenly, he jumped out of his chair and raced towards the batmobile, leaving a very stunned Alfred in his wake.

Wally was, once again, searching through empty warehouses and barren buildings with Artemis. He just couldn't understand how there could be so many abandoned places to search, it's ridiculous!

"Find anything?" Wally asked exasperated. Artemis just sighed,

"No, nothing since you thought you saw a chicken in that last alley." Wally just glared at her.

"There was a chicken, you're just too blonde to see it."

"Too blonde?! What kind of a comeback is that!?" Artemis shouted at him.

"Well, it's the best one I've got at the moment. I'm just a little preoccupied." Artemis just rolled her eyes.

"If you're preoccupied then why are you talking to me?" came Artemis's snarky response. Wally scoffed and didn't reply, he just went back to same thing they had been doing for hours. Nothing had changed.

That was true until Wally's comlink buzzed in his ear. Artemis looked over at him, she heard the comlink, and was waiting for him to do something.

"Kid Flash here," Wally said after clicking the side of his ear bud. He then heard a low voice come from the other end,

"Wally." Kid Flash was surprised that it was Batman, and that he was using his first name. "I know where Robin is," the bat continued, and Wally almost couldn't believe it.

"Seriously?!" Wally practically shouted, Artemis was already asking him "what?!" but Batman spoke again,

"Yes, he's on the outskirts of Blüdhaven, you and Artemis are the closest. I'm sending you the coordinates, your team will meet up with you there, and so will I." Wally just nodded,

"Yep, will do!"

"Batman out." Batman just cut the communication there, and Wally grabbed his communicator and looked for the sent coordinates.

"What is it?" Artemis asked standing close to him.

"Batman figured out where Robin is," Wally said in return.

"Wait, how the heck did he do that?"

"I have no idea, and I don't care, he's sending me the coordinates, and we've gotta go to the location," Artemis nodded, "from there we'll meet up with the team and Batman." Artemis nodded again, then a thought occurred to her,

"What about the league?" Wally just shrugged.

"Bats will probably tell them, but I'm guessing he just wants this to be his job, finding Robin I mean." Artemis nodded once more, then Wally spoke again. "Got it!" The coordinates were in, and now they were going to find Robin.

Bam! I hope that you liked this chapter. Yay! They're coming for Robin! But how did Batman figure it out you ask!? Well...

You'll have to wait until the next chapter to find out!

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