A/N: Hello my peoples! *looks around* Welcome back, *looks under table* to 'The Ghost, *checks closet* Brother' *opens fridge* Ok where is the Angry Mob?

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Me: WHYYYY?!?! So yeah, sorry I haven't updated in a bit. Life and that annoying thing called writer's block came knocking. But now life has settled down and writer's block has packed his evil little bags, I'm back! Enjoy!

Third Person POV

*Three weeks later*

Danny was in Dick's old room, sitting on his bed. In his hands was a picture of the Grayson family, in front of the circus tent. The picture had been taken a few months before the show that ended in the Flying Grayson's fall. Mary and John held each other, smiles on their faces and their eyes showing nothing but kindness. Dick was smiling had his arm wrapped around his younger brother's shoulder and was playfully messing with Danny's hair. Danny's eyes were closed and his mouth was in the form of a laugh. Danny smiled sadly at the picture. It had been three weeks since the fight on the roof and Dick's disappearance.

There hadn't been any form of contact from him, and no one around Gotham had seen any sign of Robin. Not law enforcement, not citizens, not even criminals. Danny was beginning to grow extremely worried. He had thought Dick would take a day or two to cool down and then he'd be back. But it had not been a day or two, it had been weeks. Danny was beginning to think his brother was never coming back. Dick had promised he'd always be there, that he'd protect Danny, that he wouldn't let his little brother fall again. But here he was, falling, and no one was there to catch him.

A knock on the door startled the younger Grayson. "Master Danny?" Alfred's voice came from the other side of the door. "Master Bruce would like to see you."

Danny sighed. The past few weeks he had been avoiding Bruce, aside from patrol. But even then the two barely spoke. Danny knew that it was his own choice to stay with Bruce. He couldn't abandon the man who had taken them in, raised them as his own, helped them through their parents' death. There was no way he could repay the billionaire for that. But Danny couldn't help but wonder, was Dick right in saying that he did not raise them, but crime fighters instead? Maybe if Danny had told Dick about Zucco and got him to come with him, Dick would still be around.

Placing the photo on his brother's bed, Danny stood up and walked to the door. He grabbed the knob and turned it, opening the door a crack so that he could make eye contact with the butler. "Tell him I'll be down in a minute," Danny said. Alfred nodded and walked off, leaving the younger Grayson to his business.

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Bruce Wayne say in his office, staring out the large window. He was beginning to grow concerned over the older Grayson brothers' disappearance. He knew that Dick could take care of himself just fine, and he just needed some time to himself. But three weeks seemed like more than enough time. No sign of the raven haired teen had been found anywhere. It was as if he had vanished from the face of Gotham.

Dick's disappearance had taken its toll on Danny. The young teen spent most of his time in his older brother's room, only coming out for meals and patrol. Though he tried to hide it, Bruce noticed that Danny was unfocused during patrols. He was looking for his brother, waiting for the bright colors of his suit to jump into the fight from the shadows or sneak up behind him on a rooftop. But he never did.

His disappearance did not just effect Danny, but Bruce as well. He had grown to care for the boys as if they were his own. They brought joy into his life that he had not felt for years. Their energy and inquisitive natures never failed to bring a smile to his face. With Dick leaving, Bruce felt like he had lost a part of himself. He was determined not to lose Danny as well.

Bruce heard a knock on his door. "Come in!" He called, not taking his eyes away from the window. The old door creaked open, and Alfred walked into the office.

"Master Danny will be down momentarily to speak with you Master Bruce," he said simply. Bruce just nodded in reply.

Alfred walked over to the desk, "If I may Master Bruce, I suggest you show a little more emotion to young Master Danny. The boy is in a very fragile state. He lost his parents just over two years ago and now the last member of his family has left him."

Bruce sighed, knowing that Alfred was right. He turned in his chair to face the old butler, "I'm sorry Alfred, I didn't mean to be rude."

Alfred nodded in understanding, "It is to be expected Master Bruce. We are all concerned for Master Dick's well being. I must say I do miss the energy of that boy." Alfred did miss Dick, and was as worried as the others. Having two happy, smiling, energetic boys around the Manor had been a wonderful treat. It certainly kept the butler on his toes.

Bruce sighed, standing up and moved so that he stood beside Alfred. He gave Alfred a smile and lightly placed a hand on his shoulder, before leaving his office. Alfred smiled sadly, he was not the only one missing the happy air of the Manor.

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Danny walked down the stairs slowly. He thought about why Bruce would want to see him. The two had been somewhat unintentionally avoiding each other for the past few weeks, and rarely spoke. For Bruce to want to see him was a surprise. Danny descended the rest of the stairs and headed into the living room, where Bruce was already waiting on one of the plush leather couches. The billionaire noticed the teen and gestured to the seat beside him on the couch. Danny walked over to the couch across from the one Bruce was seated on and sat down.

The two just sat there, staring at each other, not saying a word. Neither knew how to begin to speak. Bruce opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it again. Deep down, Bruce knew it was his fault Dick left, that it was his fault Danny lost his last family member. He didn't know how he could apologize for that.

"I miss him," Danny whispered suddenly. 

Bruce perked up at his words. "I know. We all miss him," he said in return.

"Where is he? Why isn't he back yet?" Danny asked, his volume increasing with every word. Bruce saw the boy's eyes become glassy.

He lowered his head, "I'm not sure. But I'm positive we'll hear from him soon."

Danny frowned, his eyes still glassy, "You're lying." Bruce looked up at the boy. "He's not coming back, not ever. If he was, he would be back by now!" Danny said, tears beginning to fall down his face. "He left me, and he doesn't care. And you know what? I don't care either! If he doesn't care enough to send me something saying he's okay then why should I care about him?!"

Bruce stood up to walk over to the other couch. He sat down beside the boy, placing a hand on his small shoulder. "You don't mean that Danny."

The small teen leaned against the older man, sobbing into his suit, "I j-just want h-him back. He's all I h-have left," Danny hiccuped. Bruce rubbed the boy's back soothingly. The two sat there in silence, while Danny let out everything he'd been holding in. "Does he r-really not care? He promised m-me he'd always b-be th-there." Eventually, Danny stopped crying and Bruce grabbed a tissue for the boy, which he graciously accepted.

Alfred entered the room just as Danny wiped away the last of his tears. "I am truly sorry to interrupt Master Bruce, but The Joker has escaped from Arkham and is going on a crime spree. The police are requesting Batman's assistance."

Bruce frowned slightly, and looked down at his young protege, "You up for a little crime fighting?" He asked.

Danny looked up at the billionaire, a sly smile on his face as if he hadn't just been crying, "When am I not?" Bruce smiled and the two stood up, heading towards the secret entrance to the Batcave.

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Commissioner Gordon stood on the roof that housed the large Batsignal, waiting for the Caped Crusaders to appear. It wasn't long before they silently arrived, making their way over to the Commissioner. Gordon noticed that there was only two of them, but decided not to comment on it. Batman wasn't the open type. He instead began to inform the vigilantes' of the situation, "Three robberies, ten dead, twelve injured and the numbers keep rising."

Batman frowned, "Any leads on his current location?"

"An abandoned warehouse near the docks," Gordon replied simply.

The Dark Knight nodded and grappled off the building, Crow close behind him. The two landed on the ground beside the parked Batmobile. Climbing in, Batman started the engine while Crow contacted the Batcave. The car began to move just as a familiar British accent came over the radio, "Yes?"

"We need information on abandoned warehouses near the docks," Crow said aloud. Some typing could be heard along with some humming.

"There are eight warehouses near the docks, two of which that are going to be demolished tomorrow," Alfred spoke.

"Guess we can cross those two of our list," Crow commented.

"Don't be too sure. Joker is known to be quite resourceful when it counts," Batman said. Crow looked over to his mentor, who's eyes were dead set on the road ahead. He sunk back into his seat, missing Robin's company.

"I suggest avoiding Warehouse B7. In this report it says that the building is very unstable and could collapse without warning," Alfred's voice warned.

"Will do. Thank you," Batman said to the radio as he flipped it off. The rest of the ride was in silence, each hero lost in their own thoughts.

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The two vigilantes soon arrived at the warehouse grounds, the sounds of the rippling water in their ears. Batman looked around and turned to Crow, "We'll split up." He pointed to warehouses on the right side of the grounds, "You'll search those buildings while I search the others. Contact me if you find anything. Do not engage Joker or any of his men." Batman put a lot of emphasis on that last part, his tone almost warning. Crow nodded and the two parted to search their respected buildings.

Crow looked up at the first warehouse. A large, yellow B7 was painted on the side of the building. Alfred's warning rang in his head and he decided to skip that building. He moved onto the others, ducking inside and lurking in the shadows, searching for any sign of the Clown Prince of Crime. Unfortunately, he found nothing.

The teen hero radioed to Batman, telling him about his findings. Batman had replied saying he was having the same luck. "I have two more buildings to check. I'll contact you if I find anything," the older hero said, before going back to radio silence. Crow sighed, he had checked every inch of the warehouses on his side of the grounds. Each one except, B7.

Despite knowing the risks, Crow headed towards the only building he hadn't checked. He crawled into the building through a broken window, sticking to the shadows. Crow was very careful not to disturb anything, as he didn't want the building to come crashing down on him. Or alert any criminals who might be in the warehouse with him. Quietly creeping up staircases, Crow checked every floor and room he came across. Still he found nothing.

After checking another room, Crow was beginning to lose hope. His fear of the building falling apart increased the longer he stayed in there, but he forced himself to remain calm. The teen hero climbed another flight of stairs, leading up to another floor. In the room was a metal table, some broken chairs, and a flight of stairs leading up to the roof. There was a door on the side of the room that was partially open. Crow slipped through the shadows towards the door and peered inside. And there, sitting behind a large oak desk piled with bags of cash, sat the pale figure of The Joker. Other bags, likely filled with other kinds of loot, were scattered around the room.

He was spinning around in his chair while Harley Quinn sat on his desk. Two goons were in the room with them. "Ho ho boys! Wasn't tonight just wonderful?" The clown asked, a sick smile plastered on his face.

"Sure was Mista' J. We're swimmin' in dough!" Harley chirped, a puppy love expression on her face.

Joker stood up and pinched her cheek, "That's right poo, and this is only the beginning! Tomorrow I'm feeling like having Chinese for dinner!" He rubbed his white gloved hands together, "And the Gotham Natural Museum of History is having a special!" The clown burst into laughter and his goons joined in.

Crow slowly backed away from the door, pulling out his communicator to contact Batman. Only for a thick arms to wrap around his upper body, causing him to drop the communicator. He struggled against his captor, but to no avail. Crow was picked up and carried into the room. Joker's eyes lit up with joy when he saw the young hero. "Well well well, looks like we caught a birdie. Which means the Bat can't be far behind." Joker walked out of the room, and came back in holding the communicator that Crow had dropped.

The boy wriggled in the goons hold, trying to get free. Joker noticed this and smiled. He walked over to the hero and roughly grabbed his chin, "Now now, we can't have our honored guest leaving so soon. I still haven't gotten a chance to hear your wonderful singing voice." Joker placed the communicator in one of his pockets and removed a rag soaked with chloroform from another, holding it over the boy's mouth and nose.

Crow removed his chin from Joker's grasp and worked to get the rag away from his face and struggled even more to get out of the goon's grasp. One of Joker's other men walked over to hold the young vigilante's head still. After about five minutes, Crow's eyes closed and his body went limp. Joker removed the rag, stuffing it back in his suit pocket. "Not one of the more fun ways to knock out your victim, but equally effective," Joker commented with a smile.

The communicator crackled to life in his pocket. Joker pulled it out just as Batman's voice began to speak, "Crow, I haven't found any sign of Joker. Any luck on your end?"

Joker smiled, pressing the button to allow him to speak into the communicator. "Yoo-hoo! Batsy! You'll never guess who I ran into! Go on, guess!" Joker waited for the vigilante's response.

"What have you done with Crow?" Batman's voice said darkly.

Joker put on a playful frown, "Nothing yet. Can't have a party without the big bad Bat, now can we?"

Batman didn't reply to the clown as he began to track the communicator's signal. He followed it all the way to Warehouse B7. "Of course," he muttered under his breath as he entered the building. After beating his way through a couple of goons, Batman followed the signal to the top floor of the building. The Dark Knight instantly spotted his unconscious young partner being held by Harley Quinn, and Joker standing close beside her. Batman's eyes narrowed at the sight and stalked towards the two criminals.

Joker pulled out a gun, pointing it at the Dark Knight. "Not so fast Batsy. We don't want to wake the little birdie do we?" Joker turned the gun on Crow, who was still limp in Harley's arms. Batman growled low in his throat, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Joker smiled at the helpless hero, "Now that the gangs' all here, I suggest we kick this party off with a bang!" Joker reached into his suit and pulled out a remote with a single red button on it.

Batman's eyes widened, Joker had a bomb planted somewhere in the warehouse and he was prepared to detonate it. With everyone inside. "Uh, Puddin'? You sure that's a good idea?" Harley questioned.

"All my ideas are good ideas!" Joker retorted. Crow began to stir in Harley's grasp. A groan slipped past his lips and he shifted slightly. Batman took the moment of distraction to rush at Joker. The clown noticed this and began firing his gun at the Bat. The Caped Crusader swiftly dodged the bullets, and barreled straight into the criminal, effectively knocking the gun out of his hand. Harley dropped Crow onto the ground, running into the nearby room. She exited, holding a machine gun.

"Hey Batsy! Here's your party favor!" She shouted, pointing the gun at the vigilante. Acting quickly, Batman pulled Joker in front of him as a human shield.

Fear lit up in Joker's eyes, "Don't shoot!" He screamed at her, all the while trying to break out of Batman's grip. Harley lowered the gun slightly, not wanting to risk harming her boss. Batman seized the opportunity and hurled Joker at Harley. The two collided and fell onto the ground. Batman ran over to Crow, scooping him up in his arms. Joker quickly recovered and grabbed the machine gun dropped by Harley, unleashing a magazine of bullets at the two heroes. Batman avoided the first spray of bullets and ran to a metal table, tipping it onto its side for cover.

Bullets hit the table and the wall surrounding the area that the two heroes took cover. Once the magazine was empty, Joker pulled out the detonator switch and pressed the button. Deep inside the warehouse, a large bomb began counting down from ten.

Joker reloaded his gun, and fired at the metal table once more.

Nine.

Harley got up off the ground, standing up beside her boss. The two slowly made their way to the staircase leading down.

Eight.

Crow groaned again as he slowly came back into consciousness. Batman noticed this and did his best to shield his young protege. Batman reached for his utility belt, grabbing two Batarangs.

Seven.

The Dark Knight stood up quickly, throwing the Batarangs at the criminals, before ducking back down again. One made contact with Joker's gun, while the other barely missed Harley's head.

Six.

Joker smiled, dropping the gun and running down the stairs, Harley close on his heels. "See ya later Bats!" He called back.

Five.

Batman rose from behind the table. After making sure Crow was going to be alright, he began to race after the Joker and Harley.

Four.

Just as Batman was about to run down the staircase, he noticed the detonator switch in the corner of his eye. The button had been pressed.

Three.

Batman's heart raced. He ran back over to Crow, helping the boy to his feet. It would take to long to reach the bottom of the building. The vigilante's eyes fell on the staircase leading to the roof.

Two.

Crow and Batman made their way to the staircase. Eventually, Batman just picked up the boy and began to run across the room.

One.

Just as he reached the stairs, Batman felt the building tremble under his feet. He fought to stay balanced and keep a hold on Crow. The Dark Knight managed to slowly make it up the stairs. Just as he reached the roof, a tremor went through him and Crow slipped out of his arms.

Zero.

A large explosion sounded, shaking the entire building. Batman fell onto the ground near Crow as the warehouse began to fall to pieces. The building was collapsing fast, he didn't have much time. Batman reached for his belt and Crow. The Dark Knight grabbed his grappling hook and Crow's hand. He aimed at the nearby warehouse and the hook became lodged in the wall. Just as Batman was about to grapple off the crumbling building, another explosion went off, and Crow's hand slipped out of Batman's grasp. The vigilante watched in horror as he was pulled away from the building and his semi-conscious partner.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed! Next update should be really soon I promise! See you all in the next one! *runs away*