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He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

"Yeah," Ryan started, his fingers tickling the space underneath her chin. "What about you? If you're not too tired from our round earlier or too dragged down from my lil' cry sess, we could-" He started with a sinful smirk before his phone beeped. He paused, looking over at it. There was trouble, and he was a superhero dating his superhero angel girlfriend... Crime had been low lately, ever since the news of the Flash's death spread out. Even the baddies knew when it was to early to rub salt in the wound.

He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

Ryan did what he was told, taking a deep and shaky breath. He looked deep into Juliettee's two-toned eyes and smiled. He was so thankful that she was like this, so supportive and always knew what to do. Without her, he'd probably not be as functional as he was. In fact, he could have been as upset as his mother was over what was happening. "You're literally an angel sent from God." He joked quietly, smiling softly.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Damian's green eyes moved over to the figure standing in the doorway. "Speak of the devil." The young boy muttered, rolling his eyes. "I was worried I was going to have to call you and let you know where we were." He scoffed sarcastically.

"Damian, be nice." Dick scowled from his bed. He swung his legs over the side and stood up. "We need to get moving, or at least, you guys need to." The dark haired man explained, glancing over at Lacy. He wasn't going to leave her behind alone. "Tim, Damian, Ace, can I leave this to you three? To find and bring back Senna before she does something even stupider?"

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Dick, Tim, and Damian looked at each other, then back to Lacy. "...you do know we all were mentored by Batman. Senna, too. It's reaaaally hard to hide things from us." Tim pointed out, rubbing the back of his neck. "But it might take her a little time, and that's all we need."

"You two stay here and take a load off." Damian said, his hands in his pocket. "Drake and I will take care of this. However, I have a feeling Trick is not going to be far behind us, so you might as well contact him and update him." He said to Lacy. "Meanwhile, we will get a head start on Sacker."

"Do you guys even know where to go?" Dick asked, sitting up in his hospital bed. Damian smugly looked a the unmasked Nightwing. "We're in New York, Canada isn't too far from here. There's nothing in the Wayne Industries calendar about going to Candida, so Bruce Wayne taking a trip there would be an interesting news story."

"She's trying to put as much space between Bruce and the rest of us." Tim said, translating what Damian was saying. "Besides, from a U.S. standpoint, Canada is pretty off the grid."

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

"There's not much we can't find if we put our hearts to it." Dick told his wife, smiling weakly. Dick was the greatest hacker in the world, and he had taught Senna and the others what he knew. "But hiding Z away might give us some time to find Senna again" He thought. Tim nodded in agreement, Damian crossed his arms.

He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

"It's not that I'm upset about what happened, well, how it happened." He said, finishing getting out the ingredients for homemade pancakes, not looking at Juliettee. "It's just...it happened. And now things are home are going to get really f***ed up." He swore, getting out a bowl to make the mix in. "I mean, i'm actually terrified that when I come home I'm going to find my Mom dead on the ground by her own hand. And Melly, she's too young to understand what's going on." He tried to explain, but didn't really do a good job of it.

"The worst part about death is not death itself, it's how it affects people." Ryan said as he poured flour and such into the bowl and began to mix it together. "Yes, I'm sad that my dead is dead. I'm going to have to become the next Flash. My mom is no longer functioning. Depending on what happens with in the next week, my sister might have to come here and live with me. That means that I have to close the restaurant for a bit so I can watch her, but then what happens when Whirlwind is needed?" He felt his anxiety start to take over. He stopped his work and looked over at his girlfriend, his eyes pleading as moisture lined his lids. "I-I'm sorry that I'm like this."

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

"Well, there were a lot of files on sex trafficking, missing child reports, and newspaper clippings..." Tim started as he looked at the shut hospital door behind him. "...But there is one file on here that does have some information on that topic." He started as he pulled out a small file reader out of his pocket. What was on the flash drive appeared in the air as a hologram. The young adult swiped at the screen until an Agent report came up. It was the most secure file on the drive, but when it came to any member of the Batfam, hacking into any agency was a piece of cake. Even when it came to stealing files on agents of the CIA. "I'm guessing this is probably her father, or at least an uncle." Tim deduced, showing Lacy the screen.

He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

Ryan went through his cabinets and pulled out a couple of pans and such. At the speed of sound, he set his small table for two people to sit and eat. After that he walked over to the fridge. "I'm thinking breakfast for dinner, you in?" He asked, not looking back at her. A lot had happened this week. It started out great, and then everything basically went down hill from there. He paused at the fridge as he started pulling out eggs, butter, and some other ingredients. "...I always kind of knew my Dad would go like that, die while on the job."

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Dick looked over at Lacy's back as the other two Robins entered the room. His deep, blue eyes moved from his wife to his family. "Did you find her?" He asked, sitting up in his hospital bed.

"No, Grayson, we did not." Damian replied, then glanced at Lacy. He just realized he now was addressing both of them. Stupid marriage rules. Oh well, they knew which one he meant. "The flash drive he stuck in you has nothing but info on Z. None of it is even encrypted or coded, so it's nothing too top-secret."

"How are you guys feeling?" Tim asked, his hands shoved into his pockets. Where were they going to go from here? Obviously Senna was still after Z, but if she might be somewhere still processing Lacy's venom. Tim still didn't like the situation they were in, but he had already basically forgiven Z for what she did. It wasn't her fault, but it didn't mean he was over what happened. However, it didn't give Senna an excuse to act the way she was, to do what she was doing, to hurt who she hurt. At least with her new arm missing, she'd be a little slower and easier to manage in the future.

He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

"Yeah," Ryan replied to Juliettee, his blue eyes adverting her gaze as he looked behind him. He sat up and swung his legs over the opposite side of the bed, leaving the angel girl alone in his sheets as his scratched up back faced her. "I'm feel fine." He finished as he stood up and threw his sweatpants on, leaving his suit scattered on the ground. "S-sorry." He appologized again, combing his ginger hair with his fingers. He laughed sourly, flipping his hair of to the side. He couldn't seem to make himself focus on one thing today. "Do you want something to eat?" He asked, walking into the kitchen.