Note: So I couldn't get this one out on time 'cause apparently I couldn't login.

Dick practically collapsed on the couch as soon as Tim told him what he discovered.

"First Cheyenne, and now Trish too?" The eldest Wayne brother buried his face in his hands, letting out a breath that reduced him to a bent pole. "The Pierce brothers have to be stopped."

"I'm not gonna argue there," Tim agreed, slouching in an armchair and watching his older brother with concern. "We could interrogate some of the local hitmen..."

"No," Dick shook his head. "It'll take time. Barry could be coming after Dusty next."

Tim frowned. "Dusty? What's a Dusty?"

The eldest brother blinked at him in confusion, a moment before it dawned on him that he hadn't told his younger brother yet about the recent news.

"Not a what, a who." He fluidly rose to his feet, all signs of his defeat now gone. He grinned at the younger. "Follow me, I'll introduce you."

At first, Tim's face was curious as Dick held the baby out for him to carry. The younger brother automatically brought out his arms and took hold of the infant.

Dick nodded in approval. "Tim, meet Dusty. Dusty, this is your Uncle Tim."

Tim glanced up sharply. "Wait, Uncle? Who's-?"

Dick was still grinning when Tim figured it out. His pale blue eyes darted to the baby, then back to Dick, and the eldest could pinpoint exactly when his younger brother's head stopped working.

He grinned wider. The third Robin had a reputation as being more of a detective than the others, thanks to his skill of mentally compartmentalizing his emotions. Tim had been accused of being as emotionless as a machine at times. And honestly, if Tim had been a computer, Dick wouldn't be surprised if his younger brother suddenly spouted, "Error. Error. Does not compute." Which would then be followed by a Blue Screen of Death.

"W-who...what...when...?"

"Just a couple of days ago." Dick said proudly. Then he rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean, that's when I first met Dusty."

"T-two days?" Tim sputtered.

"Hey, Cheyenne didn't tell me about him until the day before yesterday!"

Tim's stunned expression cleared at the name. "Cheyenne Freemont."

Dick nodded. Of course, Tim knew who he was talking about. He had added the profiles of some of the metas he'd met into the Crays, just in case.

"And she left Dusty to you?"

Dick nodded again. "She was afraid someone's after him."

Tim's eyes narrowed, his expression becoming thoughtful. Dick knew that meant his younger brother was considering everything about the situation: from Dusty's mother, to Dick's calling him, their past connections, to recent news.

"The Pierce brothers had Cheyenne killed." Tim concluded.

"If we can prove it."

This time, it was Tim's turn to nod and he headed for the Bunker. "What's Oracle working on?"

Dick knew what that meant: what have you got and what other help do you need? Years of working together had given both brothers a mental dictionary on how to read the other. So the new Batman gave him a quick rundown of what they currently had. "Babs is tracing Pierce's paper trail. I've got the Crays working on facial recognition to find the girl posing as Trish Edgwood. I've also got the police looking into Barry Pierce as a suspect."

"That's not much," Tim observed, but his comment was cut off by a tiny beep on Dick's wrist.

Dick glanced down, quickly reading the Crays' results from its remote access on his wrist. And when he looked back up, he was grinning like he had won the Olympics. "Let's move this to the Bunker, little brother. We just got our match."

Her name was Bernie Kaswell. She was an intern working for another fashion design company when her contract ended at almost the same time as Cheyenne hired her. Her salary was modest, her family quiet, her life unremarkable.

Except for the fact that she was said to be dating Buddy Pierce.

"Yeah, the big, blond guy who got two brain cells between his ears and nothin' else," said the company secretary when she came to clean out her workplace the next day. Cheyenne's former office was filled with rumors and gossip about the late designer; gossip that included both her long-time assistant: Trish "Ms. Coffee Queen" Edgwood and her newest recruit: Bernie "Farm Girl" Kaswell.

"Farm girl's been seeing this doofus for weeks." The secretary continued. "Comes in every day, making sweet talk with her. Then right after the boss...you know... neither of them has been around. Farm Girl hasn't been coming in to work even if just to clean out her stuff. And she was the last one with the boss. You'd think the cops'd know to look for her too."

"But all they're looking for is the Coffee Queen, right?"

"I hear they found her. That she was in her apartment all along."

" 'Course she is! She's been out with the flu!"

"Then why're the cops looking for her and not Farm Girl?"

"Maybe the cops are idiots."

Or they were simply misled. Red Robin thought as he silently left Cheyenne's office, a mere shadow among the shadows. He'd been searching for information on Bernie Kaswell among the company files when the secretaries came passing by. He jumped and hid himself in the ceiling rafters, patiently listening to the secretaries until it was safe for him to leave.

He'd already got what he came for, earlier.

"Red Robin to Batman."

"Batman here."

"I have an address."

"That's great. I'll..." There was another voice murmuring in the background. Tim couldn't understand what was being said and the voice was too low for him to recognize. Then there was a brief moment of static.

"Batman?"

No answer.

"Dick?"

When his brother's voice came back on, it was apologetic and rushed. "Tim, I need you to follow up on that address."

Tim was all at once curious; usually Dick wouldn't let anyone else follow up on a lead if he could go himself. "What happened?"

Another pause, and then a reluctant sounding, "Dusty threw up on the suit."

Tim nearly dropped the comms. "Did you say what I think you just said?"

"Tim, this is serious! Dusty might be sick! Babies don't normally throw up all the time!"

"Dick, maybe it's-"

"Damian, it's not funny!"

"Dick-"

That's when he heard it, the high-pitched screaming of an upset baby. It was teeny sounding, filtered through the comms, and Tim could only imagine how ear-piercing it must be in person. He didn't envy Dick at that moment.

"Tim?"

"Still here."

"I'll have to get back to you. Check the address!"

Tim sighed and sent out an acknowledgement before Red Robin swung away.