~Danny POV~ 

I slowly opened my eyes from my position on my bed with my face down. 

A pounding headache took place of my drowsiness along with a sore throat from puking three times.

I made my way over to my backpack and pulled out a bottle. 

It was a container of prescription meds I took from some mugger. 

I don't know what there for, or who they're for, but I do know one thing. If I consume them, I'll feel better.

Now it's not my fault they I consume drugs, let alone some that aren't mine, it's the GIW's because they'd always would be trying out new drugs on me when their not cutting open my body.

I opened the container and popped six in. It's not like I can die from this, and if I do, then it's not like anyone would care all that much.

I mean, Dick already has another family and has been doing just fine there for the past nine years...

~Dick's POV~

Bruce, Damian, Jason, and Tim are down in the bat-cave with me  because they wanted to talk about Danny.

We all stood in a semi-circle with Alfred to the side, watching. 

"All right. The silence is getting flipping* annoying as heck*! Someone, say ducking* something, or I'm bleeping* leaving!" Jason shouted, clearly aggravated because we've been standing here for the past ten minutes without a word said.

I sighed in relief as Tim spoke up, breaking the silence that followed after Jason's outburst.

"Wasn't he supposed to be missing, along with Maddie and Jack? From what I researched, they went missing two years back. There daughter, Jazz, went to their family friend, Vlad Master. So, what is he doing here?" Tim asked, ready for some answers.

"I don't know what he's doing here. I thought I'd ask him later on when he seems more comfortable sharing, and won't run off." I replied.

"Why should I be force to wait until he 'seems more comfortable' for my answers! We should just go ahead and interrogate him, it would be quicker than waiting." Damian demanded, obviously not happy with waiting for answers. 

"While you may be right, Damian, it would be quicker, but it does not make it right. What would he think if we just interrogated him right off the bat? There could be a reason he's here and has not made himself know as alive. He may be trying to hide from something, or someone." Bruce reasoned. 

Damian clicked his tongue in annoyance. 

I smiled at Bruce, thankful he didn't want to push Danny into giving us answers immanently. 

"If I may include something, Master Bruce. Mister Danny had only eaten one severing of last nights meal, and he looked as if he was struggling to keep the food down, too." Alfred added.

"So, there are a few possibility with this information. One, he has been kidnapped and threatened to stay there while being starved, and or abused. Two, he just doesn't eat much, he lives here, or is visiting, and the news just hasn't caught up one it. Three, he could live here on his own and is struggling to survive. Four he could live on the streets. Five, he's just passing through and was sick. Six is he's sick with the stomach flu or something. Se-" Tim was cut off by Jason and his shouting.

"Okay! Okay! We tucking* get it already! You can shut that mouth of yours up now!" 

"There was also something yesterday that he did after he left." Bruce spoke out before anyone else could say anything.

"And what that?" I asked, eagerness lacing my voice. 

"When Danny denied a ride home, I followed him to see where he lives. Although I did lose him in the crowds after I was spotted by some reporters, I saw Danny crouched over in an ally. It looked like he was puking." Bruce continued. 

"What?! Danny's sick?!" I quickly pulled out my phone and called him.

I heard Bruce sigh and Jason face palm hard. 

"Yeah..." Danny's voice came through the phone sounding like he just got up.

"You didn't tell me you're sick! Why didn't you tell me?!" I whined into the phone's speaker.

"What? I'm not sick. Who told you that?" The other asked, sounding confused as heck.

"But you looked really sick yesterday after we ate...?" I said but sounding like a question.

"I don't know... But I havta go or I'll be late. See ya later, little bro." Danny hung up. 

"Danny hung up on me!" I pouted.

"So. What'd he say?" Tim asked.

"He said he didn't know he was sick, or something. Then he said he had to go or he'd be late." I replied, still pouting. 

"What do you mean 'he said he didn't know he was sick or something'?" Bruce asked.

"He said he was not sick, then he said he didn't know before hanging up." I responded. 

"Alright. Dick, get the team together. Since Danny knows you, we'll send the team in civvies's to follow, and gather information on him. Or, you and your brothers can follow him, in costume, and find out what Danny's hiding." Bruce offered.

Now, obviously, I chose to have my brother's and I because, no offence to the team, but their not the best at sneaking around, noticed.

Hey guys! I don't know why, but I keep wanting to write chapter after chapter of this book! I hope you enjoyed and have a great week! Thanks for reading, and don't forget to comment. Until next time, bye!

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