A/N: I got this idea from the song Emotionless by Good Charlotte. I'm going to try to not spoil anything.

Enjoy!

I don't own Young Justice, or the Batfamily.

They stood on the building in Blüdhaven. Blüdhaven. The most crime infested city in the world. It was worse then Gotham. And here stood three founding members of the Justice League. Here on business, of course.

Batman, Superman, and Flash were looking for something (someone) none of them thought they would ever see.

A Blüdhaven superhero. From what they had heard, he had been going around freely for nearly six months now, but had been kept a secret within the crime ridden town until recently. Before that, he had only been around every once in a while, stop a rape here, a bank robbery there, and didn't really do much more. He was so quiet, not even Batman had heard of him.

But Batman hadn't been the same for 5 years.

He had changed when Robin had gone missing during a mission when Batman was halfway over the world. He had been to far away to save his little bird, or even hunt down his kidnapper. But he held himself together for a very good reason. Well, three very good reasons, truthfully.

His other three sons; Jason Todd, Timothy Drake, and Damian Wayne.

They were all distraught over how there older brother was missing. Jason got meaner, nearly as mean as when he first got off the street. Tim retreated into his books, always reading so he didn't think about Dick. Damian just sat in Dick's room, and acted as if he was just waiting for him to come home.

Bruce held himself together, because if he lost it, he was afraid of what would have happened to his sons. Be tried his best to comfort them but, even though he had gotten better at caring for kids thanks to Dick, he still wasn't the best. But his kids had made it even harder to comfort them then it should be.

All of them insisted that Dick wasn't gone.

No matter who told them; Alfred, Bruce, or Wally (who had been there when Robin was taken), they would not believe it.

Then they went missing, too. Bruce had been frantic when he had come back from hunting down a (false) lead about Robin, and found that the rest of his sons had gone missing.

A nation wide search had begun to look for the boys. The public believed Dick Grayson to be dead, and to have his brothers missing such a short time after was a great tragedy.

The public had stopped looking for the Wayne siblings little by little, until exactly a year latter. They did it only a few days after the Justice League declared that Robin, Boy Wonder, was dead. But the Justice League kept looking.

Two years after they went missing, only the founders and Young Justice were still looking for the missing bird. Only the founders of the League were looking for his brothers.

Soon after, the search for Dick went down to six people, and only two people were left looking for the Wayne brothers.

Now, here they were. 5 years latter. Young Justice had nearly given up hope, and didn't look for Robin as often, anymore. Other then Wally, who continued to look for his missing best friend, as well as his brothers. Batman wasn't with the League as much anymore, only helping when asked. He was too busy looking for his little birds.

Batman had changed, became even more threatening. All he did was look for his sons, not investigating anything or anyone else, unless he absolutely had too.

Standing on that roof in Blüdhaven, Batman felt like everything was about to change.

Good? Bad? Stop? Go on? Tell me, please