Sorry, this is a little on the short side. Since I'm cutting back, I'll try to make 'em longer.

"Damian!" Tim called, turning another corner. There was no sight of him or Dick anywhere. "You little brat, I'm going to kill you!"

He was met with silence, and reluctantly, Tim did the only thing he could think of. He took out his cell phone and dialed a number he knew by heart. After a few rings, the person on the other side picked up, words slurred together in a sleep filled haze.

"Kon? Hey, I know it's late, but I'm in a bit of a situation."

There was a crash, a loud banging sound, and a couple of "ow"s mixed in together. Kon had probably hit his head on something or maybe even rolled off the bed.

"What kind of situation? Are you okay? It's like midnight!"

"Uh, I can't really spare you any details, but I'm in downtown Gotham looking for my little brother."

"Damian ran away?"

"What? Well, sort of." Tim frowned. He was starting to become unfamiliar with this part of town. There was a bit more trash than usual, and it was a bit darker than he was used to. "Listen, you always show up fast, so I was wondering if you could help me out. See, if Bruce finds out we're dead."

"I'll be there in ten minutes. Where are you?"

"I… don't know, actually. I thought I was near—uh oh."

"Tim? What? What's going on?"

Tim couldn't find his voice. There was at least four of them, growling and snarling. Tim tried to back away while they were distracted, but one snapped its head to the side and caught sight of a very terrified Tim.

"Tim? Answer me!"

"Get here fast!" Tim shouted, hanging up his phone and running.

The hyenas instantly went in for the kill, snapping their jaws and barking. Tim ran as fast he could, trying to keep to the main streets. He couldn't risk to be corned in an alley, and Kon would have no way of finding him down some alley.

At this point he screwed over trying to find Damian. If he wasn't dog food by the end of this, he'd make sure to tear the brat apart.

Barbara nearly slipped on the slush coating one edge of the sidewalk. She managed to catch herself, her soft gasp and then sigh of relief creating a rather large visible puff of air in the frigidness of the night. She shoved her hands back into her pockets and kept her eyes open for any of the Wayne boys.

No, not the Wayne boys. Only one of them had taken up Bruce's name, the older two keeping their given surnames. It was curious, since the boys considered Bruce their father. She would have to inquire about that another time.

Jason had run in the opposite direction as her, cock sure Damian had run off away from where Robin had been fighting the criminals. Tim had taken another direction and before she knew it, she'd been abandoned. It was dangerous and she was the only one with a weapon.

Okay, she admitted to herself, Jason did carry a knife, but what good would that do against machine guns or rifles?

"Idiots, we shouldn't have split up." Barbara muttered to herself. "I'm going to kill Damian."

"Hey there, whatcha doin' out so late?"

Barbara instantly snapped her head to the right, eying a man leaning against his car. He smirked at her and gestured for her to come to him.

"Hey, babe, I'll take you home. It's kinda cold out here."

"Not interested." Barbara snapped, memories of a darker time flooding her.

"Don't be like that, we can go to a bar, get a drink." His offer sounded sincere, but the lecherous look on his face wouldn't fool anyone. "Red your natural hair color?"

That was it. In a flash she had pulled out her gun, making sure he saw the glint of metal.

"Leave me alone!"

"Whoa, okay," he put his hands up, "you a cop? I didn't mean for no trouble."

"Get in your car and drive away." She ordered.

"What? Okay." He moved slowly, getting in the driver's seat and driving off faster than the speed limit allowed.

"Well, that was quite a feat." A smooth voice called from a bus stop just a block away.

Barbara turned, gun still in hand. "Who are you?"

"Calm down," It was a woman; a red head with unrivaled beauty. "I find those dogs just as disgusting."

Barbara lowered her gun, but didn't dare put it away. Women were just as dangerous.

"Although, guns aren't my style." The woman smiled fondly at her and patted the bench next to her. "I prefer a less threatening way. Men are creatures easily susceptible to persuasion."

"Oh?"

"Yes," the woman noticed Barbara hadn't moved, and gave up patting the bench, "and it's even better when they don't even realize they're being persuaded. The name's Ivy."

"That's a lovely name, but I'm afraid I can't stay to chat. I'm looking for someone."

"Is it a handsome boy?"

"That depends on what you consider handsome."

"One ran this way," She jerked a thumb towards an alley, "yelling and hollering."

"How old?" Barbara asked. Despite the slight sense of danger she felt coming from this beautiful woman, she was being awfully helpful.

"I'd say a young teenager."

Tim, most likely. Dick wouldn't be looking for Damian. In fact, he probably didn't even notice none of them were on the roof anymore.

"Thanks."

"Hey, before you leave," Ivy produced a small picture and handed it to Barbara, "I'm also looking for someone. She was supposed to meet me here, but it seems she got lost."

Barbara took the picture and analyzed it. It was a picture of Ivy, dressed in a rather interesting, yet flattering green outfit and another woman, blonde hair, blue eyes, and almost equally as beautiful.

"If you see her, tell her Ivy is waiting." There was a hint of irritation lacing her voice, but Barbara ignored it and passed back the picture.

"Sure, thanks for the help." Barbara waved and started down the alley. It opened up at the other end and she turned right.

KKCopper, I actually watched Batman: the Animated Series as a kid and not only saw it there, but in the Batman comics as well. Truth be told, I'm not a huge fan of legos.