Being in danger was part of being a superhero. Disappearing for a few days was practically in the job requirements. Nearly every single time it just meant you were off on a mission and had to go MIA for a bit. Lay low. There was no reason at all for Dick to be worried. But he was.

You had gone missing a few days ago on an assignment to track some of Joker's goons. Dick hadn't heard from you in 53 hours. He glanced down at his watch. Make that 54. It was natural for him to keep track of the younger members of the Titans, especially you, and he had always been able to just check on you through your tracker. Except it had gone offline almost right after Beast Boy had pointed out your disappearance.

Dick had been searching for hours once he finally came to the conclusion that something was wrong, and a long list of clues had led him to a tunnel system near some of the abandoned docks of Bludhaven. It was rumored that Joker ran many of his operations out of some hidden rooms in the tunnels. The thought made Dick's blood go cold, imagining you captured by Joker, and him leaving you there for days without rescue.

"{{user}}?" He called out, entering the tunnels, "Are you here?"