"Dick, Where have you been?" Tim followed Dick who silently walked through the halls. "Bruce was about to get a search party out for you he was worr--"

"Tim..shut up." Dick frowned. He felt like he was going to be sick, he did not need this right now. He needed to finish looking over the files he collected. He needed to tell Superboy his findings...He needed to figure out what was going on, but his brain felt like it was scrambled.

Tim blinked a bit, not sure what was going on. Dick looked like he had seen a ghost. His complexion was pale and his body was shaking. He cautiously put a hand on his shoulder. "Do I need to get Alfred? You don't look so hot Dick--"

"Quit saying that name!" Dick snapped at. He did not know what to do anymore, he was so lost. If those files were the truth...He covered his mouth as the images from the file resurfaced in his mind, nausea overcoming him. He leaned against the hallway, trying to keep the contents of his stomach down. He felt Tim put a hand on his shoulder, knowing that he was only concerned for his well being.He regretted snapping at Tim, he really did, but he needed time to think. He looked up to see Tim, who was shocked at his outburst, but said nothing, instead he composed himself and looked back at Dick.

"You went back there...Didn't you." It was not a question. There was only one reason Dick was acting like this. He found out something and it was shattering Dick's world right in front of him. "Dick, Tell me what you found."

Dick was about to speak but was cut off by the sound of feet rushing towards them. Dick looked up to see Bruce with a relieved expression on his usually stoic face,and just like that in a matter of seconds, it turned back into a stern parental look. "Where have you been?"

"Sorry, Wally wanted to meet up. I forgot to leave a note.." Dick lied, giving an apologetic smile. He glanced and Tim, who was about to call Dick out on his fib, but quickly shut his mouth. Dick looked back to bruce, silently praying that Bruce did not call the speedster when looking for him and catch him in his lie.

"You should have called. You should know better than this, Richard." Bruce deadpanned.

Dick winced at the mentioning of his name, another wave of nausea coming back and with a vengeance. He fell to his knees, doubling over and dry heaving. The cold sweats returned and Dick knew for a fact that there was no way getting out of explaining this. His vision swam and colors began to blur as he tried focusing on getting up. Distant shouts could be heard, but Dick felt like they were too far away to understand what they were saying.

Tim jumped to attention when Dick hit the floor, and both bruce and himself were now on full alert. "Dick...Hey Dick...?!" Tim tried waving his hand in front of his brother's face, but it got no response.

"Tim, go get Alfred. "Bruce ordered Picking up the incapacitated Dick. "I am taking him to his room." Bruce started briskly walking to the bedroom. Dick was obviously not at the young speedster's house, the first thing he did when his son went missing was to call his best friend. What Bruce did not understand, was why would he lie about his location? His first conclusion that he arrived to is that Grayson went out as 'Nightwing' , going on patrol. He quickly checked for injuries, however there was none. He checked for signs of Toxins, but once again there was no fruit to his labor. By the time Alfred reached the room, Richard was in tears and hysterics. Whenever bruce tried to say his name to get his attention, the boy would get angry and shout at him.

"Quit calling me that!" He screamed. Dick's mind was reeling, he needed to get out of this house, he needed some air. However, he could not just leave here without an explanation. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to slow down his heart rate. He appreciated the fact that no one seemed to rush him when he did this and they waited patiently for him to finish, though the looks of concern never left their faces. Dick opened his eyes and pulled out his flash drive, placing it into Bruce's hands.

Bruce looked down in his hand and then back at Dick with a questioning look. he was about to ask what was on it, but Dick cut him off again.

"You might not understand...but I need to get out of here..I really need the space to think." His words came out shaky and unsure, and Dick hated how vulnerable he sounded...but that is exactly how he felt. He needed to get his bearings in order, he needed to confront a lot of people, and most of all, he needed to figure out still why exactly he was chosen. "You won't believe at first what is on there, but it explains the situation." Dick stood up shakily, unable to look any of them in the eyes. "I am sorry..all of you..I am so sorry." His voice broke, he was choking on his words but he continued to force them out. "I will come back, it could be tomorrow but it could also be months, I do not know yet." He was making reckless decisions again, Dick knew that, but it would also be irresponsible to stay and act like nothing happened. He had already made up his mind and he was going to stick with his decision. He wanted to stay, he wanted to forget what he saw in CADMUS, he wanted to stay so badly with the ones he loved-- Dick wanted more than anything to be told it was going to be okay, that this was all just some bad dream. And without even looking up, he ran out the door, having no destination other than away from the home and family he loved.