Barbara let out another frustrated huff as she stowed her communicator. Evidently Dick had already returned to a refusal to accept her calls. She shook her head before continuing further into the alley until she reached a dumpster. She jumped up on the dumpster so she could use the window sill to jump up and pull herself onto the roof.

What's your status? Barbara fought a groan at the voice in her ear.

"I think I've found something, I'm working on scoping it out," she hissed back. "Be in touch shortly." With that, she took a running start and leapt to the roof on the other side of the alley, rolling onto her feet to avoid a loud impact. She frowned when she couldn't see anything through the skylight- the whole warehouse was dark. She slipped through the broken window anyway. Once she'd landed she paused as she activated the night-vision in her mask. She crept towards the large stack of crates that seemed to be the only thing in the warehouse. She heard the creak just in time to duck under the first swing.

Dick woke up to a loud banging on his door. He blinked a couple times as the full series of events from the last day flowed back, then got up and headed for the door.

"Robin, wake up!" Cyborg called. "That formal guy is back!" Dick assumed Cyborg was referring to Alfred as he opened up the door.

"He's here? Cyborg shook his head and led the way back to the main room where Alfred's image was on the main screen in an awkward silence with Beastboy and Starfire (Raven sat on the couch reading a book outwardly completely unfazed). Alfred smiled upon their entry.

"Master Robin, have you by chance-" Alfred paused mid sentence, glancing over his shoulder. "Please excuse me." Alfred moved off the screen to be replaced with a familiar cowl-covered face.

"Robin, did Batgirl contact you last night?"

"She wanted to know if we had any idea where Slade was," Dick replied, raising an eyebrow to ask how Bruce didn't know that already. Bruce shook his head.

"Her last contact with me was at ten last night." The Titans seemed a little confused at the gap in the train of thought but Dick just felt his heart sink at the worry thinning Bruce's mouth (not enough for most people to notice but Dick had grown up with the man).

"Who's out right now?" Bruce frowned slightly (Dick suspected it was enough for his team mates to notice as well). Dick took that to mean Bruce thought he was missing something. Wait, if one of the Gotham villains took Barbara why would… oh crap. Bruce must have seen the realization because he nodded.

"We need that intel."

"Of course. We'll start looking here too." Cyborg, Beastboy and Starfire shared a surprised look at the sudden change of mind (Raven raised an eyebrow). Alfred appeared on screen behind Bruce with a frown on his face.

"I believe assistance is needed closer to home as well." Bruce frowned, but Alfred's glare quickly had him surrendering.

"As I have just been reminded of," he acquiesced. "I'm unable to check Gotham effectively at the moment."

"Perhaps you should take the Gotham end of the search Master Robin." Dick knew better than to actually take this as a suggestion.

"You're sure no one else could take that?" Cyborg countered. "Don't you have more people you can ask for help than just us?"

"Gotham's really not an easy place to be if you aren't used to it," Dick explained. "I still know it better than just about anyone though, it'll be a lot easier for me to search there than if we called in an outsider." Dick was glad that the facts made that much sense because they overcame his reluctance to go work with Bruce intensively for a while. "I'll be over soon." With that, the screen turned off and Dick faced his team mates.

"Okay," Beastboy cut in before anything could be said by either side. "Before we argue about Robin going to Gotham, can I ask if I was the only one missing something during that conversation?"

"Rob, none of us even knew who this girl was a couple days ago and now you're going off to hang out with your mentor you haven't willingly mentioned in the entire time we've know you?" Cyborg demanded. Dick sighed.

"Look, when I left Gotham I was just so angry that I didn't want to have anything to do with it anymore. But she was my best friend and if I've gotten her into trouble because Slade was coming after me I've got to help her if it's at all possible."

Barbara jolted back to consciousness as her thoughts and memories zoomed though her mind. Since nothing happened in the few seconds after she could only assume was a sudden movement as she awoke, she slowly opened her eyes and surveyed her surroundings as much as possible without her awareness being too obvious to any observer.

Barbara was lying on her back as she seemed to remember falling though things were a little blurry. She also wasn't too worried about where she'd landed because the ceiling was solid with no skylights in view. Since the warehouse had at least three she'd seen this was a different spot. Her utility belt seemed to be missing as well which didn't bode well.

"Ah, good morning!" Barbara clenched her jaw at the unwelcome voice, but got up anyway and turned to face the black and orange clad man. She was still in a warehouse but this one was older and mostly made of brick. The windows were blacked out but there was light coming from some hanging lamps in the ceiling. "What do you think of my home?" Barbara frowned at him.

"You should really be flattered, only good friends invite each other over." Barbara raised an eyebrow.

"I'm going to guess you don't have many friends?" Slade tried to look unfazed but he clearly frowned.

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, you've kidnapped and blackmailed one of my friends, teamed up with possibly my least favorite person to injure Batman, attacked me, teamed up with another person I don't like, attacked me again and chopped at my hair to try to blackmail my friend again, destroyed my home and given me hours more work to do and now kidnapped me," Barbara listed. "Yet it seems like you somehow think you're making friends with me." Slade considered this.

"I've already apologized for some of that, would you like another apology for-"

"You have absolutely no sense of interpersonal skills," Barbara snapped. "What I'd like is for you to give me back my belt and leave me alone." Slade frowned.

"I'll give you some time to think over my offer." He turned to leave.

"You might want to voice the offer so I can think about it."

"To become my new apprentice obviously."