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"Master Wayne? You look unwell." Alfred stared at his charge. He was pale and held a shocked look on his face. He hadn't come home that way in months. Not since... well... let's just say it's not a night that should be repeated.

Bruce looked back at his butler, who became more like a father over the years, but it's too hard to say it. "No, Alfred," he sighed. "I ran into someone tonight. Someone I believed was dead."

"Whom might that be, sir?"

"Richard Grayson, the acrobat from the circus."

The gasped that produced itself from the Englishman's mouth was statement enough.

Bruce suddenly filled with self- loath. "I should have tried harder, Alfred. I could have fought against CPS. They placed him in that correction facility, and I knew it was wrong! I should have done more!" He emphasized his point by slamming his fist on the table.

Alfred always knew how to calm the man, but after taking in the situation Alfred didn't know what to say. A young boy, who had been so close to becoming family, was believed to have been kidnapped and killed by an unknown source. Even with the police and Batman searching for months, for Batman years, for the young gypsy they had found nothing and proclaimed him to be dead.

Alfred couldn't understand how it was possible, but all that mattered now was getting that boy back.

"Sir, I know how you must feel, but you cannot let those emotions overpower you. You must push past them. You must not sit and think about such things, and focus on the real problem here. There is a young, probably terrified, a young man out there not knowing where his life is headed. You must find him and bring him home, sir. To a place where he feels loved."

"But what if-"

"Do not give me that!" The British man cut him off angrily. "I will listen to no such thing! I do not care if you feel that you, yourself, is unworthy of taking care of that child! You will save him, and if you refuse, you will be seeing my resignation on your desk by morning!"

Bruce's face fell with shock. Of course he was going after the boy. He wouldn't leave him out there to die; to be lost in a hurting world.

He rose with determination written fiercely across his features. "Of course I'm going to find him, Alfred."

The dark protector of Gotham strode over to his high tech computer and began his search. He had to find this boy before he hurt anyone else. Or before anyone could hurt him.

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To say Dick was terrified by the voice was like saying a robin could fly. Dick hated hearing it and its cruel words.

The voice was the doctor's, but with a calm yet sinister tone. It always said the same thing every time.

"You are not free. You never will be free. You are a Talon. No one cares for you. You are alone. You are nothing. You are a murderer. You are worthless to the world as Richard. Shadow is who you are. You will never be anything if you are not a Talon, for no bird can fly without wings."

It was true. Most of it. He is a murderer. He's killed many for the court, but as Shadow. Richard Grayson has killed no one. He wants it all to stop. For someone to save him.

But his wings are growing tired. They can't keep flying against the wind forever. Soon someone is going to have to catch him, before the wind carries him off.

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The electricity stopped. But that was no better than the familiar shadowy figure looming over him.

Bruce jumped up as the result came in but before he could a small knife hit the screen. A note was left hanging off of it and a shadow shifted behind. The night was still young, but the sun has to rise.

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