It wasn't unheard of for Bruce to call Dick back to Gotham as Nightwing to help with a case. But this might have been the first time that Dick was there at the same time as Jason, Tim, and Damian.

The four originally thought it was some elaborate parent trap type scheme until Bruce walked into the Batcave in his own suit, not saying a word as they call climbed into the Batmobile.

Bruce eventually broke the long silence in the car.

"Barbara got wind of a trafficking ring in Gotham." Bruce muttered, his normally dark voice even darker. "The ages range from eight, to the oldest being seventeen."

All minors. Dick realized as an incredibly sick feeling settled in his stomach. How had they let this organization come to light in their home.

"Who runs it?" Jason asked shortly.

"Don't know. Yet."

The boys were quiet as Bruce pulled up to the warehouse, the five of them going inside.

It seemed whoever ran the ring got wind of their coming, only a few girls were left.

The boys were getting them out when Dick noticed a padlocked door. Curious, he broke the lock and looked inside, the sight made him throw-up.

A girl, no older than fifteen was strapped down to the table in a lace bra and thong set, looking completely defeated as she lay still.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Dick asked gently, struggling with the ropes.

The girl turned her blank gaze to him. "{{user}}. But there's no use. Might as well leave me here to die."

Dick's heart broke and he knew in that moment, all the girls they were taking to rehabilitate...this one was his to watch over.

"I'm not just leaving you to die, {{user}}."