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Ras stealthily crept down the side of the Wayne mansion, his eyes bright as he went to a window and lowered himself down, peering upside down into the room beyond. Nodding when he saw his prey, he waited.

For a moment he watched her, struggling to live, ready to die, and shook his head. He'd saved her once, and now it was time to do so again. It was time for her to reach her full potential, and he'd be the one to help her do it.

With a crash he burst through the window, standing upright and barely blinking as some old lady screamed and jumped up, going for her purse.

The sound died on her lips as he calmly smacked her unconscious, then went over to the bed.

"My darling," he murmured, stroking Brenda's hair and gazing at her for a moment. Then he nodded and disconected her from the monitors, picking her up gently and firmly, and then was gone into the night.

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Will shot up in bed, hearing Leslie's scream. Unless she was watching a really wild scary middle of the night movie, someone was in danger. And wasn't the good Doc in Brenda's room? The kid raced to Brenda's room moments too late.

She was gone.

"Oh...crap."

Bree ducked around his legs and looked at the broken window, then hurried over and knelt to gently pat Leslie's cheek. "Dr. Leslie? Dr. Leslie can you hear me?" Her accent was very strong, her icey blue eyes wide with dismay.

Leslie moaned slightly, and after a moment her eyes flickered.

"M...miss Bree..." she said lamely.

"Uh, guess we gotta find a Doc for the Doc," Will said with a wry twist of his lips, able to find humor in even this horrible situation. He glanced at the window, wondering if he ought to go out and search for whoever had spirited Brenda away.

"Shh, Doctor," said Bree, then glared at Will. "Do NOT touch anything! Batman will want to see it just as it is when he comes."

"Oh dear... Brenda!" Leslie sat up so fast she nearly lost her lunch, then groaned.

"He's already searching," she said, head spinning as she reached behind and touched blood, frowning as she fought for consciousness.

Will scoffed at being told off by the little girl, and felt like messing things up just to spite her. Of course he didn't want to get told off by Batman so he simply scowled instead.

"Who's he?" He turned to Leslie. "We have to get you some help."

Bree gave Will a smaller, but very formidable Glare that showed very clearly just who she was. "Someone should check on Clara and Clark."

"Bruce... he's looking for a friend of his..." Leslie tried to think of wht happened, feeling her hert break with anxiety. Firs the child Nightlife, now Brenda. Who'd be taken next?

"Huh?" Will didn't get why that should matter, wasn't Batman able to take care of himself? And he glared back at Bree (not as scary as hers was, though), he didn't like being told what to do by a kid.

"Yeah, someone like you."

"I am tending to the doctor, you idiot. Stop thinking with your macho pride and be helpful."

"Now now," Leslie sighed softly, still a bit dazed. "We must call for help...Brenda won't last long without her meds. One of you have to go for help.... even if we must find a vigilantee.... no choice. Must be done...."

"I'll do it," Will said immediately, wanting a chance at action. "Who do you want me to get?"

"I called Batman! He will be here soon." Bree's scowl became positively frightful.

"He's still a child..." she closed her eyes. "And he's looking for his friend. We may be unable to get ahold of him... Brenda must be found now. Will... talk to Alfred, he may know... another you can call on."

"Wait, are we talking about the same Batman here?" Will looked really confused, but he nodded. "Sure. Alfred, gotcha."

"A child?" Bree stared, suddenly looking very much a frightened six year old. "He is not a child. He is a big ugly man."

"He and Nightlife were changed," she shook her head and put an arm around the girl, to upset and scared to even feel anymore. "And now missing. Will, you need to hurry, Brenda's life is at stake."

"Huh? Changed?" The actual changing didn't bother him, he'd seen it happen before where grown people were turned into babies, but still. This was Batman.

"Oh, yeah, hurry. Hurrying is good." He levitated off of the ground and flew back out of the room and through the house, in search for Alfred.

Alfred was running up the stairs at this time having heard the scream himself. Course, it was slow run due to his age and he was coming from the living room which is quite a bit of ways from the staircase and he was already almost out of breath. This is when he sees Will flying about.

"William! William, my dear boy!" he calls to him. "William! Tell what the blazes is going on!"

He landed right in front of Alfred, hoping the old fellow wouldn't keel over from the excitement and from running about.

"Miss Brenda! She's gone, someone kidnapped her or maybe she got strong and decided to bash Leslie in the head. Since the latter is highly unlikely, someone probably took her."

Alfred gives a what would sound like a frustrated sigh. "William, this is not the time for jokes." he states as he continues up the stairs and towards Brenda's room. "Is Miss Leslie alright?"

"I think she got knocked out, but she's awake now," He followed Alfred up the stairs. Jokes made him feel better, but he kept his mouth shut for now.

Alfred nods as he continues down the hall. "That is well. Are you alright?" he asks over his shoulder.

"Me? Oh I'm fine, I was just surprised to find people breakin' in and stealin' people out of their beds, that's all."

A nod. "Would it surprise you as well, if I tell you that I am not?" he asks sounding calm when inside he is panicing.

"Er, whassat supposed to mean?" Will asked, confused.

"It means that I am not surprised that someone took Miss Brenda in her weak state. I blame myself for this. I should have known." Then he is walking quicker. "Come on, William. Keep up."

"You serious? You can't blame yourself for this," He scurried after Alfred, but his eyes were distant, trying to figure that out. Well, if she had a lot of enemies, then sure, this could happen. But then that meant that this...enemy or whatever, knew who she was, right? That meant he was probably extra-bad or something.

"I don't blame myself. I just should have known better."

By this time they are at the room and Alfred opens the door.

"Monsieur Alfred!" Bree's voice carried relief as she looked around from where she knelt next to Leslie.

Alfred gives her a warm smile as he makes his way over to them. A hand on Bree's shoulder. "Hello, my dear." he says to Bree before looking over at Leslie. "Are you alright?"

((OOC: Won’t be able to be on for a while. Sorry. Would still like to continue the threads when I get back))

"Yes, but he took Brenda! She won't survive long," the doctor said, looking very worried.

"Just point me in the right direction and I'll bash some heads," Will offered eagerly.

"(Idiot,)" grumbled Bree in French.

"Bree, please," Leslie said softly.

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