Missing (Jensen)
Jake wasn't at the school when Dinah went to pick him up. She sped home taking the usual route that he might have walked, her eyes searching the sides of the road for any sign of him. There wasn't.
She was trying very hard not to panic, but flashbacks of when the Joker had taken him were surfacing quickly. She had to remind herself several times to stop and just breathe. Not that she actually took much time to do any deep breathing, but she was trying.
She was already slipping into search mode. She stopped by the townhouse first and found that his room was there but stripped bare. Almost as if he hadn't ever been there in the first place.
There was a knot forming in the pit of her stomach, but she had to find out more.
She had to find Jake.
She hopped on her bike and flipped on her commlink as she sped toward the Clock tower.
"Jensen. I need you to look for someone," she said once he answered. She gave all of the information she could, even if she was pretty sure that Jensen should know who Jake was and who he was to her.
After all, the whole team knew at least a little bit about her home life. She was doing her best to remain composed and not dissolve into tears or a panic.
Panic was useless. Fear-a little bit of fear-was healthy and could be funneled back into action. But panicking and shutting down wouldn't do Jake any good. Neither would crying.
There was a part of her somewhere that knew that that would come later. A part of her knew what must have happened, but she wasn't ready to accept it yet. And she wouldn't accept it until she could confirm that Jake wasn't still in the City and in trouble.
He had to still be in the City. He had to. Maybe he'd just gone to a friend's house after school and forgotten to tell her. Maybe...