Nothing.

They'd spent the past week practically tearing the city apart and still they hadn't found even the slightest hint of where either of the reds had gone off to. The Joker had been suspiciously silent the whole time too.

Nightwing shuddered; he could still feel the smoke stinging his throat as he had frantically searched the ruins of the buildings that had been destroyed to cover the jokers escape.

It had taken so long even with the help of Gothams very experienced emergency services. Six shoddy buildings had been reduced to rubble, only seconds apart. Without being able to determine the exact lag of the video it had been impossible to know which to search.

The tension had tired him out faster than anything. Lifting each piece of rubble becoming almost too much when he was gripped with the fear that the next one would reveal the broken bodies of not one, but two of his little brothers. Just when they'd arrived at the last location Batman had been called in. Oracle had spotted the Red-Hood tearing through the city streets ob a traffic camera.

He couldn't count how many times he'd watched that clip now. Even with the poor quality the curled form of Red-Robin could be seen on the front of the motorcycle. Just a few seconds long, but those seconds of the two of them alive had almost made Nightwing cry with relief. For three days it was all he could think about. Red-Robin wasn't in The Jokers hands anymore, he was safe, Tim was safe. All Dick had to do now was wait for him to come home.

It had been Robin that had dispelled that notion. The boy had been pacing the cave while Nightwing was watching the clip yet again. The commissioner had lit the bat-signal and Alfred was busy in the house. Nightwing and Robin were alone.

"How are you sitting there?" Robin had said. "Red-Robin is in the hands of that murderer and you are watching his abduction grinning like an imbecile."

"What?" Nightwing had turned to face him.

"Little D, we're doing everything we can right now, we'll head out again on a couple of minutes, even we need a…"

"Do not say rest, Grayson." Robin had snapped, flinging his hands out as if to push away something he found disgusting. "We are not doing all we can. When we had been searching for The Joker that could have been said. Now you are dragging us around, making almost no progress. It's as though you expect…" His face had scrunched up the way it did when he was trying to solve a particularly challenging equation before shifting to something Nightwing couldn't place, then morphing into scathing anger. "You expect him to be returned willingly, is that true?"

Nightwing had expected that, and had said as much to his youngest brother, almost prompting the boy to run off and search by himself. It had taken almost an hour to calm the most recent Robin enough for conversation after that.

"I have come to expect some level of intelligence from you." Robin had said sullenly. He his eyes had the same intensity as his fathers when he looked at his adopted brother. "Do you not recall what happened the last time Drake was alone with that vagrant? At least with The Joker he had a small chance of survival."

Nightwing thought on those words as he readied for his next patrol, and the rest of the weeks early patrols too. He wanted to hope for his brothers, wanted to believe none of them were pat redemption. But he couldn't take the chances, not with Tim's life. It was Jason himself who'd claimed to be past redemption.

Nightwing didn't want to believe it, but he would do anything to protect his little brothers. Even if he had to protect them from each other

Okay, if the kid didn't wake up then the bats were going to need all there meta friends to protect them from what Jason would stir up.

He'd warned them, tried this best to dissuade Tim from continuing when he'd just started out. Now he had a possibly dying kid taking up space in his safe-house's bed. Even looking at the former Robin was hard. The replacement looked so much smaller than he should have. His face constantly twisted into a pained grimace, not a trace of the stern confidence Jason had gotten used to seeing there.

It was messed up. When last had he seen the kid out of costume? Had he always been that small? Even when Jason had, when he'd…

He carefully stuck the fresh bandage in place.

The race from the warehouse had wrecked his nerves more than anything had in a while. It hadn't even occurred to him to take the boy to a hospital. He'd made instead for the safest place he could think of, his most secure safe-house, the one he barely used. After his passenger had nearly fallen of the bike at least three times on the ride Jason was shaking as he'd set up his medical equipment.

When he'd relaxed enough to think properly he'd been too afraid to move the kid, he wasn't in critical condition, but that didn't mean Jason wanted to risk putting him there. Once he'd taken the time to think, Jason decided that he wouldn't be hanging the kid over just try.

Jason hadn't gone through all of that just to have the kid out on the streets and hurt again in no time at all. Letting The Joker go hadn't been meaningless. The maniac was still free even now, it had been a week and the bats hadn't caught him. The Red Hood had been laying low, because the idiots were trying to find him before they found the clown. That mad man was running around, but Nightwing and Robin focused in finding Jason? Batman was at least making an effort, maybe he just didn't want the rest of his little soldiers involved?

It didn't matter, a break wouldn't do more harm than Jason could fix with a little effort. If the kid would just wake up so he could plan his next move. If it came down to it, he's have to save his strength for getting hold of a doctor he could keep quiet.

Jason groaned and knocked his head against the window, thinking about how much easier everything would have been if Tim Drake weren't so well known.