Dick's P.O.V

Damian ran away and it's all my fault! I should've told him when I had the chance. I of all people know how emotional he can be. Geez. Maybe he'll get over it and come home. Alfred misses him. (his cat). She keeps meowing at his bedroom door.

OK. So, say he doesn't come back anytime soon. Should I start to worry? What's gonna happen to the little guy? With this villain running around.........He'll surely get hurt. So, maybe a probably should've told him. That would've prevented all this. Would it have? Or would he still have been made mad I didn't tell him earlier? Okay.

Probably, no. This defiantly not what I should be doing. I should be looking for him. I went down to the cave. Bruce was already investigating.

"Are you trying to find Damian?"

"Not strait forward. I'm looking for the Joker" Why would he-oh.

"I get it. just to make sure Damian is still out there. Not being tortured. "

"Exactly. " Bruce was serious about this. But I couldn't tell if he wanted to find the joker or his son.

"The joker is five blocks from here." He pointed to a certain stop.

"So, where's Damian then? Is this connected some how?"

"I don't doubt it. Dick, take Jason and Tim with you to find Damian before something horrible happens. " I nodded and ran to get them. They were fighting as usual.

"Guys. Gear up! We're gonna go looking for Damian!" I threw Tim cowl at him.

"What gives!" Jason snapped.

"He said we're gonna go find Damian idiot!" Tim slid the cowl on.

"Get going Jay Jay!" I ran back to the cave to get in my Nightwing outfit. They other two were down in a flash. I know they probably just want to wait for him the return but that won't cut it.

"The kid's dead meat anyways." I was getting sick of Jason's whining. We either come home with at least some info on Damian's whereabouts or we don't come back at all.

Damian's P.O.V

It was starting to rain. Every freezing rain drop stung on my body. I pet Titus and walked into an ally way. We sat down. My thoughts slowly drifted to hunger. I never brought anything to eat. Bad call. I looked at Titus. Don't get the wrong idea, I'm not gonna eat him.
"You hungry to boy?" Titus placed his chin on my legs and wined. I'm not gonna steal. I may not be robin anymore but I don't want to run into my father and I'm no thief. Perhaps I'll find something out of a dumpster. Wait, gross no.  I'll figure something out.
I noticed Titus was looking down the alley. His ears were up and he looked awkward,
"What's wrong boy?" Right after, he ran after God knows what!
"TITUS!" I stood up and then felt someone grab my arm. I couldn't turn around. I heard muffled voices behind me.
"What are you waiting for? Take the boy!" Just after I felt a pain in my arm. Then, someone grabbed my neck erasing my air supply. Then, my head was slammed against the wall. I heard Titus wine the everything went black