Dick scrolled through his phone, looking for any interesting news, as he rode the lift down to the batcave. When the door to the lift opened, he looked up and blinked at the scene before him.

His mentor was usually a tidy individual with messes irritating him to no end. But there in the middle of the cave was Bruce standing over a large mess of stacked and open manila folders on the table.

"What's going on here?" Dick asked as he approached the older man.

"Just looking into a case," Bruce answered off-handedly.

Dick raised an eyebrow and scanned the open files on the table. Finding a name, he asked, "Who's Ellen Yin?"

Bruce braced himself on the table. He seemed unusually lost in thought as he stared at a woman's photo from one of the open files. "She used to be a detective for the GCPD in the old days. At first, she was very much against vigilantism and tried to hunt me down."

Dick snorted. "That's nothing new."

"Until it was." Bruce sighed as he pushed himself away from the table and walked over to the chair in front of the bat-computer. He borderline collapsed into the chair and tapped his finger on the armrest.

Dick's detective wheels started turning. There was more to this woman that what Bruce was letting on. Dick held back a sigh. What else was new? But instead, he asked, "What do you mean by that? And if I recall correctly, I don't remember an Ellen Yin trying to hunt us down."

Dick gently tossed the files he had been looking at back on the table and walked closer to his mentor, leaning against the bat-computer when he was close enough.

Bruce was quiet for a minute. "It was before you and Barbara had come along. One night I was knocked out. Ellen—er, Yin—had every opportunity to remove my mask, but she didn't. I gained an ally that night. But a week before you came, she moved out of Gotham. I lost track of her since."

"Uh-huh…" Dick looked skeptically at Bruce. "I don't believe that lie for a second." Bruce broke out of whatever weird haze he was in to raise an eyebrow at him. "You mean to tell me that you didn't keep track of this detective who you obviously cared for?" Dick held up a hand to silence whatever Bruce was probably going to object. "Even if you say you don't care for her as much as I suspect you might have or still do, you just let one of your allies go?"

Bruce narrowed his eyes, and the look he gave was one of the most serious glares Dick had ever received. And Dick had received quite a few. But Bruce didn't say anything.

Deciding it would be better to change the topic, Dick asked, "Why are you looking into her anyways? What's with all the files?"

Rubbing his chin, Bruce stared at the table covered in files. "She was the lead detective for Oliver's case. She's been missing for two weeks and Oliver wants me to help find her."

Before Dick could formulate a response, the lift that he had just ridden down swooshed open to reveal Alfred. He approached the dark knight and partner in crime. "Sir, Oliver Queen is here to see you. He has also brought a guest."

Very rarely had Dick seen his adoptive father confused, but now his dark eyebrows were furrowed into a puzzled stare. "Did he say who?"

Alfred cleared his throat. "I believe it is someone you should meet in person, Master Bruce." With that vague answer, the butler left.

Dick watched the butler enter the lift once again and the doors close. He turned back to Bruce who looked back at him. "Well, let's go."