Dick started to open his mouth to say something else, but never got the chance, because Barbara clocked him with a right hook, spinning his head to the side and knocking him to the ground.

Barbara proceeded to rush out of the room, not glancing back.

"ROBIN!" The four other Teen Titans rushed forward. Starfire helped him to his feet, while Cyborg stared in the direction Barbara had fled.

"What is her problem?" Cyborg demanded.

"Let's go ask her," Beastboy suggested, and he and Cyborg started off after her.

"It's okay," Dick declared, rubbing his jaw. "I guess I deserved that." Cyborg and Beastboy whirled around.

"How?" Dick's eyes went wide, and he rubbed the back of his head nervously.

"Um…well… I might have sort of…I mean…"

"Did you two use to date or something?"

"No, no…I mean kind of… maybe?" Dick finished. Starfire frowned, Cyborg and Beastboy's jaws dropped, and Raven looked vaguely interested.

"You had a girlfriend?"

"No, I just sort of…I mean we kind of liked each other, I think."

"I don't think that's true anymore," Raven commented dryly. Dick rolled his eyes.

"I got to go talk to her. I'll be back soon." He turned and rushed out of the cave in the direction Barbara had taken.

"Um, what are we supposed to do?" Beastboy asked. Raven, Cyborg and Starfire glanced at each other.

"What can I do for you, Master R…Robin's friends?" Alfred asked from behind them. The four Titans exchanged another glance.

Dick ran into the motorcycle bay, only to find that Barbara's motorcycle was already gone. Great, now what? He surveyed the dark cave. Batmobile: no. Grappling hook: not fast enough. Tarp? He walked over to the dark tarp in the corner of the cave, almost blending into the wall. He pulled on the tarp, generating a dust cloud and forcing him to close his eyes. He opened his eyes to find a faded red motorcycle. No way. He couldn't help but smile. Did this thing still run? It had better.

Barbara slammed her window shut behind her, pulling off her cowl and hurling it onto her bed. Damn Grayson. Why'd she care anyway? He looked pretty happy with his friends there. But still, he hadn't even bothered to say hi. Jerk. She plopped down on her bed, burying her head in her hands. She really needed to compose herself. Losing control like that wouldn't be good, especially with Slade around. Well, Halloween-man. She smiled just a little. It really did have a better ring to it.

She stood, grabbing her cowl once more and put it back on her head. She probably owed Dick an apology. And she needed to see the rest of Bruce's interrogation of Slade. It was pretty amusing to watch.

Dick stopped his bike in an alleyway across from Barbara's house. He took a deep breath, pulled out his grappler and started up to the roof on the side of the street. What was he going to say to Barbara? She probably hated him… "Hi" seemed way too simple. I missed you? No, she'd probably yell at him. It had seemed way better to just stick to business earlier, but that had just gotten him a blow to the jaw.

To his delight, he found the window open. He ducked into Barbara's room, but…she wasn't there. Oh, great. He looked around the room. It hadn't really changed much since he'd last been there. Bed, desk, dresser, plain white walls. It even looked like she had the same computer. I wonder…

Dick walked over and sat down in front of the computer. Babs will kill me. Of course, she was probably going to kill me anyway, and this might help me find her so she doesn't kill me. He woke up the computer, noting with surprise that it didn't ask for a password. That didn't seem like her. After a quick check through her files, he was pretty sure this wasn't helping. Then he noticed that most recent documents had some holes in it, like a few things had been erased. After a double check, he found an encrypted file hidden on the desktop. This is more like Babs. After a few minutes, he managed to open it.

Inside were around a hundred documents, none of them labeled with anything but a number. He opened up the most recent.

You really screwed things up, you know that? I get that you wanted some space, but…

What's your problem anyway? You just ditched us… You'd really rather live with a bunch of strangers? We're your family. You can't just…

Don't you understand how much we need you? Bruce is getting way more paranoid… He's always worried about me, and I'm starting to resent it, and… It all your stupid fault. I can't believe you left, we weren't good enough for you of something? I…

He's so worried because you left; he was shut off enough already. He's terrified to lose someone. He's only got me and Alfred; he's shutting himself off from the rest of society. He's barely talking and… Did you ever think of what you were doing to us? I bet you don't even care, do you?

You know what; I don't even know why I'm bothering. It's not like you care anyway-

You know what really sucks? I miss you Grayson. I really, really do. And you don't even care, right? I bet you've forgotten all about me already. Hope you're happy. And don't bother coming back around here, I'd beat you up. And don't even try to kid yourself, we both know I could. I just wanted you to know what you did. Have a nice life.

Dick stared at the screen. 'I'd beat you up'-well, she wasn't lying there. He rubbed his jaw again. But had his leaving really shaken her up that much? He scrolled up to the first one.

Why? Why the hell did you leave? You couldn't even have the decency to say goodbye? Did it just not matter enough to you? I thought we were friends…best friends. And I get to find out you left the next day when Bruce is acting depressed and I ask Alfred what's the matter? Why did you leave? Were we just not enough for you? There wasn't enough here to make you stay? I…I just don' see why you did it. Why couldn't I help you this time? I always tried to help you through this stuff. Did you not want me there this time? I bet that's it.

Dick couldn't believe it. That wasn't it at all. He'd just been so angry. At the time, he'd been planning on coming back once his head cooled off. And the last thing he'd wanted to do was drag her into it. As far as he'd been concerned, this was between him and Bruce. He hadn't wanted to put her on the spot like that. Dick stood up. He really needed to find Barbara.