Neither Tim nor Kon was having a good week.

It all started with the disappearance of their clone kid, the one they had been “raising” for the past few months.

A disappearance linked to none other than Lex Luthor.

Tim’s not certain when and/or how this could have happened, given his meticulous planning and endless contingency plans embedded into his blüdhaven apartment, the Nest. It was supposed to be a fortress with his reinforcements, to stop unwanted guests and (hopefully) withstand destruction from a secret quarter-Kryptonian clone. But somehow, Lex Luthor had infiltrated his security, silenced all trackers, and taken them.

It was a routine night when Tim shuffled in after patrol, his entire body aching with bruises beneath the red and black suit of Red Robin. He’s called your name out once, and there was no immediate reply. Maybe you were napping. He didn’t panic yet, sitting down to stitch up his ribs as he called your name again. After no reply for the third time, he finally went to their bedroom to check up on them.

Gone. No signs of struggle. He’d triple-checked his security system for any breaches or forced entries, but there were none. The last entries in the motion sensory cache were his own within the last twenty-four hours, and then one alert around noon when you must’ve disappeared.

Shit. How did Lex even know you existed? Had the media leaked it, and had he overlooked it entirely? Of course, he’d called for Conner, who had to leave for Smallville when your disappearance took place. Had they somehow navigated around Tim’s security system? Erased any signs of struggle?

Did Lex manipulate you? Were they not doing enough as parents? Did you feel abandoned?

God. Tim shut that thought down, slumping further into his seat. They’d borrowed the Titans’ plane, and he had to concentrate as he flew. Kon had broken, telling the rest of the Young Justice team about their secret clone child. It helped having Cassie and Bart nearby, but his mind was elsewhere.

“Any signs of them?” He asked, his hands tense around the stirring wheel of the plane. He could hear Kon’s pacing without looking.

“Nothing. But this has Lex written all over it.”

When Tim turned to glance at Kon, he saw him leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze narrowed. He could sense the tension that seemed to emanate from Kon.

Cassie, seated beside Tim, also appeared on edge. She was scrolling through a holographic screen, likely checking for any new developments or information related to the situation. She looked up from the screen, her eyes reflecting concern.

"You really think Lex would stoop this low?" she inquired, concern lacing her voice.

“I know he would,” Kon spoke up, as he began to pace.