Gwen took a deep breath after her 10-minute transformation ended.
Once her expression calmed, she pulled a flip phone from her pocket.
She had streamlined this phone using Grey Matter's abilities; Thomas Wayne was still using a brick phone at the moment.
The screen lit up, and she quickly found Wayne Manor's number and pressed the dial button.
The call was answered shortly, and Alfred's voice came through the receiver: "Hello, Mr. Thomas is not home. Please call back later."
"It's me, Gwen." Gwen's voice was steady and clear, without a hint of panic. "Alfred, please drive to the theater to pick me up immediately."
Alfred paused, sensing the gravity in Gwen's tone, and his voice also became serious: "Miss Gwen, what happened?"
As the Wayne Family's butler, Alfred felt a deep affection for this young lady who had no actual blood relation to the Wayne Family.
She, like Brucey, had been watched over by him as she grew up.
Despite the absence of a blood tie, in Alfred's heart, they were already family. What bound them together was pure and profound affection.
And in reality, this was evident in their daily lives.
Given Gwen's temperament, she could have easily pretended to be a normal four-year-old child.
Pouting, playing, being mischievous.
But Gwen didn't do that; she made no attempt to hide her maturity.
Therefore, Alfred understood that when this young lady became serious, it meant something major had happened.
"Brucey is missing." As expected, the young lady delivered the most unsettling news directly.
Upon hearing this, Alfred's brow furrowed instantly, and he pressed: "Do Mr. Thomas and Mrs. Wayne know about this?"
"Those who want to kidnap Brucey arranged a fake to be with Father and Mother," Gwen replied unhurriedly. "If we tell them now, it might tip them off."
Alfred was silent for a moment, then said after thinking: "Miss Gwen, you have a point. I'll leave now and will be there soon. Please be careful during this time."
Gwen hung up the phone, scanned her surroundings, and then simply walked towards the backstage of the theater.
The backstage was a hubbub of activity, with actors and staff hurrying about, their conversations, footsteps, and various noises intermingling.
As a child dressed in a neat little suit, Gwen calmly blended into the backstage dressing room.
At this moment, Zatanna was sitting idly in the dressing room.
Giovanni had already gone on stage to perform, leaving only her.
"Zatanna!"
Hearing the familiar voice call her name, Zatanna immediately looked up and saw Gwen looking at her with a serious expression.
She had initially been happy to see Gwen coming to find her, but upon noticing her serious expression, her smile vanished.
"What's wrong? Why so serious?"
"Never mind that for now, I'll tell you later. First, tell me where the back door of the theater is."
"I'll take you." At this point, Zatanna also sensed that something very important must have happened, and without hesitation, she took Gwen's hand and left.
After many twists and turns, they finally arrived at the back door of the theater.
Gwen thanked Zatanna, then took out her phone from her pocket and contacted Alfred again.
At this moment, on the streets of Gotham, a sedan was legally speeding down the road.
He was driving fast, but he was indeed not exceeding the speed limit.
He was constantly changing lanes and overtaking, signaling in advance.
Mr. Butler heard the ringtone of his brick phone and answered it directly without even looking.
"Miss Gwen."
"Alfred, I'm at the back door of the theater, right next to... Park Row."
"Received."
Here, Gwen hadn't even hung up the phone when Alfred's car, after a drift, stopped steadily in front of Gwen.
But as Gwen quickly opened the car door and got in, she noticed that Zatanna also opened the car door in the back seat and got in.
"Little Zat..."
"I'll help you." Although she didn't know what exactly had happened, Zatanna wanted to help her friend.
After hearing this, Gwen didn't say anything superfluous, her eyes fixed on the blinking GPS dot on the phone screen, calmly directing: "Alfred, drive southeast."
Alfred nodded slightly, stepped on the accelerator, and the sedan smoothly started, merging into the city's traffic.
Along the way, the city lights were colorful, constantly flashing on the car windows.
Gwen stared intently at the phone screen, directing Alfred to adjust the driving direction as the GPS direction changed.
It must be said that Alfred's driving skills were excellent.
The sedan weaved nimbly through the streets, showing no sign of the night's usual congestion.
Soon, the tracking point on the Super-Energy Device entered the 100-meter range.
Alfred skillfully parked the sedan steadily at the entrance of a small park, and Gwen was the first to push open the car door, walking into the small park according to the information on the Super-Energy Device.
Zatanna followed, but at this moment, she looked bewildered.
While in the car, Gwen had briefly explained the situation, but the real Brucey, the fake Brucey, and so on, the child hadn't quite understood.
However, after the three walked into the park and searched for a bit, they became somewhat confused.
The park was utterly silent; looking around, there was not a single soul in sight.
Alfred's brows furrowed into a knot, and he spoke worriedly: "Miss Gwen, could we have come to the wrong place? If Miss Brucey saw us, she should come out."
Gwen frowned deeply, not answering.
Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she took a deep breath, raised her hand, and shouted: "Firework!"
A string of brilliant fireworks formed in her palm, carrying a scorching temperature, shooting into the night sky like meteors, then quickly extinguishing.
She could somewhat understand why Brucey didn't dare to come out; the child must have seen the fake who looked exactly like her, and might have mistaken them for the same fake.
But a fake is a fake after all, and certainly wouldn't be able to use Backwards Magic.
As expected, after Gwen performed Backwards Magic, a faint rustling sound came from the bushes in the corner of the park.
Alfred's nerves instantly tensed, and his eyes vigilantly darted towards that direction.
Immediately after, a little girl in a dirty formal dress emerged from the bushes; she had a few leaves on her head, her skirt was covered in mud, and she looked utterly disheveled.
The little girl first cautiously looked around, her sapphire-like blue eyes full of vigilance, seemingly confirming whether anyone was tracking her.
After confirming that there was no one else around except the three present, she sniffled, her eyes reddened, and she cried as she ran towards Gwen.
Now, let alone Gwen, even Alfred recognized who this little girl was.
Gwen didn't mind that Brucey was dirty at the moment; she quickly went to meet her and hugged her tightly.
"It's okay, Brucey, big sister is here." Gwen gently comforted, her small hand lightly patting her sister's back.
And the little suit she rather liked was also made dirty by her sister.