John Todd walked away slowly from the building. His dyed brown hair floofed in the strong wind with his brown eyes stared bitterly ahead.
     The building in question was burning.
     John sighed, not looking back.
     It's fine, he kept telling himself, they'll meet me at the next safe house.
     It was a mantra he kept repeating, to keep himself sane after the Justice Lords tracked him to the third safehouse. He had been separated from his brothers after the second.
     Jason had pulled him away as Damian held them off, Tim already dead on the floor due to his status as the criminal, Red Hood.
     John flinched, turning to walk down an alleyway as he heard the familiar roar of an engine.
     Then Jason was the one holding them off after locking John out if the safe house, preventing him from helping Jason. He had hid that night, in the abandoned house over, pressed in the corner and had watched as they lifted Jason's limp form from the building.
     Jason was captured.
     Tim was dead.
     Damian was MIA.
     He was the last robin standing.
     John had tried to contact Oracle, but she was offline.
     It was the same for the rest of the family.
     Terry had been overseas when the change began, John had no clue where he was after the change ended.
     John didn't want to think about what happened to Alfred.
     He walked into an apartment building, the apartment on the third floor had been rented by Damian in Bludhaven when he struck out to become Nightwing. The remaining lords would patrol for a few more hours and then leave to "protect" their own city. That's when he could sneak off to a better hiding place.
     Damian had given him the key before he went MIA.
     That's what hurt the most when he unlocked the door.
     The idea for using such an obvious location, was that the Justice Lords would think them too "smart" to use an obvious place as their safe house. Well, all of them but Batman, of course, because of him, they couldn't use this place as a permanent safe house. Just a temporary one to sleep in while switching locations.
       That's probably why he wasn't surprise when there was a masked figure standing in the kitchen, waiting.
       "Hey Dickhead." Jason greeted, a red domino covering his eyes.

A/N: hey, yeah. I know it's not my best work but some of you asked for more and even if I'm working on a novel, here's something. Yeah, here ya go. Have fun!