AN: Thanks for the reviews guys! I'll try to make the chapters a little longer but no promises ;) I realize my language is pretty simple and my sentences can be a little bland. I hope you guys like this new chapter! Enjoy!~~

Chapter Four: Last Resort

Batman sighed, looking up the old, dirty apartment building. He's searched all day yesterday and all day today with nothing to show for it. He's contacted everyone Tim knows and no one has heard a thing! Begrudgingly, he decided he needed help, and there's only one person that could be of any real use. Bruce went up to the front desk and cleared his throat, "Excuse me?"

"Third floor. Last door on the right." The man said without looking up from his paper. Bruce grumbled a thanks and headed towards the elevator. "'s broken." The man called. Of course it is. Bruce thought.

He didn't bother knocking on the door; he just let himself inside. Well, after he hacked the security system. Jason was barely phased when he heard Bruce come in.

"Congratulations, Bruce. You used the door for once." Jason said from the couch trying to ignore the agitation of having someone come into his apartment uninvited. Once it was clear Jason wasn't getting up, Bruce silently went to him.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?" Jason said after a few moments of silence.

"Tim is missing."

"And that's my problem because...?" He replied absently.

" I have been searching all day."Jason turned back to the TV.

"Again. Where do I come in at?"

Bruce sighed. He was getting really tired of these games. "Jason, this is Tim we're talking about here." He just shrugged.

"Maybe he got some sense and decided to get out while he could." Bruce was silent. "Who knows. Maybe he got sick of being treated like a slave, always following orders."

"Jason." Bruce warned.

"I'm just saying." Jason shrugged. "Why are you here again? Where's golden boy? Get him to help."

"Dick is out of the country, and if we wait any longer.." He trailed off and Jason rolled his eyes.

"Geez, Bruce. You're so dramatic. I'll help you even though I'm sure your little pet is fine." Jason crossed his arms. "But it'll cost you."

"Ok whatever you want, you'll get it. Money? Weapons? Anything." He gruffed

Jason jumped up and clapped his hand on Bruce's shoulder. "Anything to help poor Timmy. We'll start tonight." Batman gave him a steely look. "Okay now, whatever. Didn't know you cared so much about the replacement."

Bruce silently turned away walking out the door. Jason grabbed a gun from the coffee table then jogged smoothly behind him down the stairs and into the foyer. "How ya doin' Frank?" Jason called. The man at the desk just waved still enthralled with the newspaper. Once they were out on the street Jason asked "Alright, tell me what happened." Bruce kept it short and to the point.

"There was nothing in his apartment, The Cave, or any of the safe houses that told me where he was going, who this informant is, or what the tip was. He's completely gone off the grid." He finished.

"And the Titans? His friends?" He shoved his hands in his pockets jingling his change.

"They didn't know anything.

"What about his diary?"

"Diary?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, 'Field Journal'" He rolled his eyes. Bruce shook his head. "Oh come on! He writes in it every time he's at the manor?"

"How do you know this?"

"Bruce, like you said, this is Tim we're talking about here. It's like his own set of personal notes. He said it's mostly about cases but I think there's more than just that in it. And I know he's so lame that he probably wrote in it before he left." Jason said matter-of-factly. "If anything. I'd want to look through it just for blackmail for when he does come back."