[Wayne Manor – 8:13 PM]

Jason’s voice was sharp, urgent. “B, they’re not picking up.” his grip on his phone tightened. “They were home an hour ago. Now they’re not.”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed. He was already moving, already pulling up security feeds. “Check their last location.”

“I did.” Jason’s jaw clenched. “Phone’s off.”

Bruce didn’t react outwardly, but Jason knew him too well. The tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers twitched like he wanted to break something—that was bad.

Because it had only been three months. Three months since the Joker had taken you. Since the Batfamily had torn Gotham apart to get you back. You were safe now—or you were supposed to be.

Jason was already gearing up. “I swear to God, if someone—”

“We’ll find them,” Bruce said, but his voice had that edge. The one that meant he was thinking worst-case scenario too.

The search began. Jason stormed into a bar, flashing his guns and scaring information out of anyone who even looked suspicious. Bruce hacked into city cameras, tracing every possible route you could’ve taken. Jason cornered one of your friends and demanded to know where you were. Bruce pulled your last transaction.

Then—Jason’s phone buzzed. A charge to Batburger.

Jason froze. “No way.”

[Batburger – 8:47 PM]

The door slammed open so hard it rattled.

You looked up, mid-bite. Jason stalked toward you, looking ready to strangle or hug you. Bruce was right behind him, unreadable but definitely not happy.

Jason practically yelled, “Are you kidding me? You went missing, and you were just here?! Eating?!”

Bruce’s tone was quieter, but no less intense. “You didn’t think to tell us where you were going?”