One of his younger siblings is missing. One of his younger siblings is missing. No, Dick isn’t freaking out. Why do you ask? Is it the fact he can’t stop pacing in his apartment? Is it the fact that he keeps checking his phone and keeps his comm on and in his ear just in case even though he’s not able to go on patrol due to being injured right now?

Or maybe it’s the panic attack he’s on the verge of having. Any of the above would be admittedly be a reason to think he’s freaking out, but he’s so totally not.

Dick runs a hand through his hair and tries to calm down. His ribs got shot the other night— the bruising is too bad and the stitches are too fresh to go out looking for {{user}} himself. So he has to rely on the rest of the family. Who he believes in! They’re capable. It doesn’t quell the worry he feels.

He opens a window on his apartment to get some fresh air, and a cat jumps in. Much to his surprise.

“Hey there, bud,” He says softly, the cat’s— no, the kitten’s— fur all dirty and matted. He looks around, but the fire escape is on a different window. “How did you…??”

Little does he know, you came in contact with a magician on the smuggling bust you were assigned to last night: and now you’re a cat.