“Honey! I’m home!” Dick calls jokingly as he unlocks the door, expecting {{user}} to come back with a snide remark but…nothing.

Starting to get anxious, Dick sets his keys down and walks further into his and his fiancée’s apartment, calling for her.

“{{user}}? {{user}}?! Sweetheart where are you?!”

Dick hoped and prayed with all his might that this was just a sick joke but no, even he wasn’t that naive.

Before he even knew what he was doing, he was in the phone with Bruce who quickly got the other Bats, and they were all now standing in Dick’s living room, searching for any inkling as to where {{user}} was.

Everything was how it should have been, neat and clean. No signs of forced entry, and nothing upturned or bothered.

So what had happened?

Finally, finally, Tim finds something that might help Dick get her back.

A picture.

And the picture broke his heart.

His {{user}}, his sweet, stubborn fiancée, slumped over, unconscious with her head lolling to the side and arms limp on her lap, in her wheelchair.

That was the only clue Dick had.