Tim's phone buzzed and he slipped out of the cabin to answer the call. "Dick? What's up?" It was too late at night for a casual call.
"Tim." Dick's voice sounded weighted, weary. "Do you think you could get back to Gotham for a few days?"
Tim snapped into high alert mode. "What happened. Bruce-?" No. Please don't let him be hurt again.
"No," Dick said. "Commissioner Gordon's been shot. Three times, in the back."
"What?"
"He's alive," Dick said quickly. "He just got out of surgery."
Tim let out a breath. "Who did it?"
Dick hesitated. "Witnesses say Catwoman."
Tim frowned. "That seems unlikely."
"I know. We're investigating. But Bruce won't leave Commissioner Gordon and Barbara..."
"I understand," Tim said quietly. "I'm on my way." They made plans for Dick to meet him at the airport and ended the call. Tim slipped back in the cabin to pack a bag for Gotham and send out a few quick emails letting his friends know he had a family emergency back home.
[NFB, NFI, etc. Tim's going back to Gotham for the
Officer Down storyline while I am off to ComicCon. If you think you got an email, you did.]