First and foremost: holy cow, thank you, thank you, thank you for the wonderful response this got! When I first posted this, I had no idea it was going to be so well received or so well liked, and I honestly have no idea what to do with the fact that it was.
Secondly: I haven't responded to all of the comments individually, but I did want to take this time to say thank you so much for all of them (along with all of the views and favorites and follows)! Even though I haven't responded to them, I have read all of them, and am very grateful for and appreciative of the feedback and support and encouragement. It helps me more than I could ever put into words (whether positive or negative) and I am very grateful that you've put the time and effort into doing so.
Third: while I had lots of ideas when I conceived this, when I first posted it, I was kind of frustrated with where it had gone (as I hinted at in the ending author's note). Part of the reason I was so shocked with the reaction this has gotten (other than the fact that it has been so far beyond any reaction I've gotten for anything else I've ever written or posted) was that I'd kind of hit a wall with the plot line and it wasn't sure where to take it next. I kind of it hit a wall with it and just posted it so I could say I was done with it and planned on moving on to other projects. I left it marked incomplete on here because I didn't want to rule out continuing it in the future, but I never expected people to be interested in a second chapter or a continuation anytime soon. Now, having said all of that—
Fourth: I am planning to continue this! I haven't been able to write much more yet (more on that in a minute), but I do have a pretty good plan of where I want to take this and what I want to do, and it's going to take me at least another couple of chapters to wrap it up the way that I want to. So—yay!
Fifth: Roy will be making an actual appearance in this very soon! In fact, most of the rest of this will be from "his" point of view (although, this chapter isn't. Sorry.). One of the reasons I started writing this was because I feel like Roy would have been very protective over Dick (and Wally (especially in the Young Justice!verse)), and Dick and Wally would have really looked up to him for guidance and protection, and there aren't a lot of fics (that I've seen) that really portray that to the extent that I feel it's true. But, because of that and the way that I feel Roy should be characterized (and along the same lines of PikaWings' comment)—
Sixth: I will be upgrading the rating of this to M at some point. While I agree with PikaWings that Wally probably would have started cursing in Chapter 1 (and even included some cursing in the first draft of it), I didn't feel like I was taking anything away from the characters (in the sense of expressing their pain or levels distraught-ness) by leaving it out. I have a very strong feeling I'm not going to feel the same about writing Roy or some of the other things I have in mind for the next couple of chapters. There won't be anything excessive, or particularly vulgar (without warning first), I don't believe in cussing for the heck of it, and I don't feel like any of the characters I've written would be the kind of people that would just drop f-bombs every other word without good reason to (again, especially in the Young Justice!verse), but I did want to let you know that it was happening.
Seventh: as far as my update schedule goes, it's a little complicated for a couple reasons. First and foremost (déjà vu), for anybody who has read or followed any of my other works, the day before I posted this I injured my wrist (aggravating old injuries) and have dealt with some other vary serious acute medical issues since (on top of my daily battles with dysautonomia and hypovolemia and other medical issues). I'm doing better now with the acute issues, but I am still dealing with resulting complications with my arm (one of the bones in my wrist is dying, according to the x-ray, and we have no idea why) and other chronic issues, which are making it very hard for me to write right now. Second, even when everything is going well, I don't really believe in updating on a schedule. Sorry, I know that makes me sound pretentious, but my philosophy is I'd rather let the work come to me and give myself as much time as I need to perfect my work (or get it was close to perfect as I can) before I post/submit it, than constrict myself to a time limit and resign you guys to subpar writing. I know it can be frustrating for my readers sometimes—I was pretty sure some of my English teachers back in school were going to skin me alive for it—but this has been my philosophy for as long as I can remember, and I never once had a teacher penalize me for it because the quality of the work that I turned in was so high (I wouldn't suggest trying this with your own teachers, though; I had some other things going on that factored into it, too (like the medical stuff and the fact that I was very, very involved with after school activities and my school life)). I will, however, update as frequently and quickly as I can. I completely understand how frustrating it can be waiting for an author or writer to update, and I will try to save you from that as much as I can.
Eighth (and last but not least): I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but I wanted to get this author's note out, and didn't want to put it out with out giving you guys at least a little something. So, here it is! Thank you guys again so much for everything you've done and all the time you have—and will—put into reading this. I really hope I don't disappoint you! Once again, I own nothing.
"Mr. Wayne—" Bruce's personal assistant started to reprimand Bruce in a disapproving tone as he hung up on Wally, but Bruce was having no part of it.
"Jessica—all due respect, I don't care," Bruce cut her off, to a mixture of shock and minor outrage from the rest of the room.
"Bruce—" Lucius Fox gasped before Bruce went on.
"My son is missing. I will take all of the phone calls I need to until he is found."
Slowly, the outrage faded solely into shock.
"Does anybody have a problem with that?" Bruce leveled every businessman and woman in the room with a glare, and they all quieted and looked away. "No? Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to reach out to another one of my son's friends. We'll take a ten minute break, and then start up again from there."
Without waiting for any kind of a response, Bruce pushed back from the table and motioned to Lucius, his secretary, and a handful of his other staff, and stood up, making his way out of the meeting room to his own personal office. They all scrambled to follow him, and most of them tried to get his attention with various words and questions, but Bruce just ignored them.
The only person he paid any attention to was Lucius, who laid a hand on his shoulder and whispered that he would call and tell Alfred what was going on before breaking off from the group and slipping out into the hall with an unspoken apology for his reaction in the meeting room, but even then, Bruce's nod of acknowledgement was only half-hearted. He was far too worried to do anything more than stare down at the phone in his hand and dial the number of the only other person he knew other than himself who would be willing to do whatever it took to find Dick.
Bruce hit the send button and held the phone up to his ear long before the door had a chance to close between the two rooms. It rang three times, giving Bruce just enough time to cross the distance over to his desk and sink down into the black leather chair behind it, before their was a loud click followed by quiet a bit of static and a jumbled, "Hello?" from the other side.
"Red?" Bruce tried not to sigh as (what he was pretty sure was) an explosion went off in the background.
"Yeah?" Roy's voice came over the line a little clearer this time, if not significantly louder. "Is that you, B?"
"Yeah," and there was the sigh as Bruce let his head fall into his hand, elbow propped up on the desk to help support the weight. This was always the worst part. "It's me. You got a minute?"
"Not really," Roy's answer was a little sarcastic in tone, but judging by the news reports of crime around the city that day, Bruce figured the boy deserved to feel a little annoyed at all he'd been through that day. "But, I'm sure you wouldn't be calling me without a reason. What's going on?"
"We're in a Code Black," Bruce ran a hand over his face. "Nobody's seen or heard from Grace in seven minutes."