Robin & Much
The moment word got to him that Morgan had been kidnapped, King felt a fire ignite in his gut. It was a mixture of determination to find and get the boy back, and indignation that someone could do such a thing. And though he never said anything - the right words hadn't seemed to find him and all King could think were things that wouldn't help to be said - he chucked proper clothes on and hit the streets to find clues. Morgan wasn't his son, but be damned if he wouldn't get angry and vengeful anyway if a hair had been so much as misplaced on the boy's head.
Once he stood in as much black as he owned, listening to Arthur give instructions, a calmness fell over him. There were no questions on Much's end, just a willingness to do his part. In doing so, he'd used his nanites to change the color of his hair to blonde despite being mostly hidden under a black beanie, and his eyes to green. Nanites couldn't do much to change his physical ethnicity by giving him less almond-shaped eyes, but if spotted it could at least give the illusion that he was more Caucasian than Asian. It at least helped that he was so pale naturally.
Breaking off with Robin, he pressed his earpiece more firmly into his ear and remained more serious. A vast difference from his normal boisterous behavior. Now, it was time to get shit done.
Much took a running jump toward the ladder and pulled himself up, tucking his legs between a rung and angling himself to offer his hands to Robin. It wasn't soundless, but it would make less noise for her to climb up him than to pull the ladder down toward them. "Gimme your hands, I'll pull you up."