Word count: 1277

My pov:

Damian groaned in frustration as Tim and Jason argued. He was curled up on the big puffy chair in the living room trying to read over their arguing.

Sure he could just move but it is his favorite spot to read and he wasn't going to let them ruin it,

Besides Damian Wayne doesn't move for anyone.

He looked back down to the pages on his lap, but the words seemed to be moving which made it impossible to read.

Their yelling voices echoed in his head not letting him concentrate on the words he was reading.

The argument has been going on for so long that Damian couldn't even remember what it was about, or what his book was about for that matter.

Their yelling just kept getting louder and louder and louder...

Letting out a frustrated cry he slammed his book shut and stood up from his chair, fire in his eyes.

"Will you both SHUT UP!" he screamed grabbing his ears.

In shock, they both stopped and looked down on him.

Damian let out a breath of air and left the room book in hand. 10, 9, 8, 7...

As soon as he left the doorway he could hear them start to argue behind him.

Idiots. He thought to himself walking off.

<><><>(Time skip)<><><>

Jason yawned he was lying in his bed annoyed.

Bruce took Dick and Tim out to his business trip, he could still remember Bruce's voice,

----"(Flashback)"-----

"Why can't I come?!" Jason complained.

"I need someone to stay home with Damian," Bruce said plainly

"Why can't someone else stay behind?" he groaned annoyed "Dick and Damian get along great"

"I need Dick with me on this trip, and you know how Damian and Tim are." Bruce countered.

"Where's Alfred why can't he watch Damian?" Jason complained

"Alfred went back to England to visit his family he won't be back for weeks"

Jason groaned,

"Can't you call a babysitter?"

Bruce just stared at Jason as if he were crazy,

"You want me to call a baby sitter, for Damian?"

"Sorry, Bad Idea" Jason agreed "There has gotta be somebody to watch the demon spawn"

"There is, you"

Jason groaned for the fourth time today.

"It should only be for a few hours Jason, just stay out of Damian's way and keep him out of trouble"

"The Demon is always trouble, how am I supposed to keep him out of it?"

"Do your best," Bruce said bluntly.

-----(ending flashback)-----

Sighing Jason got up bored out of his mind. He took a quick glance at the clock.

"Shit" he complained out loud "it has seriously only been an hour"

The demon is very quiet, he thought, what's he up to?

He grabbed a cigarette out of his desk and started out the door lighting it up.

Jason's POV

I knocked on the demon's door and opened it not waiting for a response. Damian was at his desk drawing in his weird little art book of his. I puffed out another ring of smoke, and Damian looked up at me disgusted.

"Don't smoke that disgusting thing in my room." He spat out at me just to annoy him I blew out another puff of smoke.

Damian made a face and waved it away.

"You're not even allowed to smoke in the house"

"Bruce can't tell me what to do"

The demon smirked his well-known smirk and gave me an 'I have you now.' look.

"So you won't mind if I tell him?"

I think my face went red.

"Don't you dare"

He smirked at me

"Oh, but I do dare"

"F*ck you, Demon"

"Get out of my room"

"Make me"

He stood up ready for a fight, and I held up my fists. Ready to throw a punch, but then realized that Bruce would kill me if the demon was even a little hurt.

I put down my fists annoyed, and started out of his room,

"Todd!" He called back

I looked back

"When is Father coming back?"

"In, like, an hour or so"

He nodded and went back to sketching.

---time skip skipping the time---

Damian's Pov

I sighed looking up from my sketchbook, my brows knit together in confusion.

10:00?

father was supposed to be back two hours ago.

My heart felt like it was going to start racing,

Relax father is probably stuck in traffic.

I look down at my drawing, trying to ignore the fact that you can't get into traffic in a plane. I suddenly started to wish that I wasn't so smart to realize something like that I felt uneasy so I looked back down at my very realistic drawing and forced myself to take in every detail.

It was a human head, his neck leading off the page, except for the fact of it being half ripped down the middle, an agonizing look on his face. I memorize every inch, every mark on his face, all the pain in his eyes.

I take a minute to admire my work, with a satisfied smile, I close my book of secret drawings and take a peek out of the door to my room.

It was deathly quiet, I never thought that I would miss the constant arguing of my brothers, I pressed my lips together in worry. I refused to think of where father was.

I wonder what Jason is doing.

I slowly creep down the hall, my footsteps so silent there was no sound. I stop outside Jason's door. There were whispers coming from inside the room.

Who is he talking to?

I slowly lean against the door hoping it won't creek, and press my ear against the door. I could hear Jason's voice more clearly now.

What is he talking about?

"Mhnn" Jason mumbled, through the door, I could hear his loud footsteps, for a second I was afraid he would come to the door. But the steps quickly started in the other direction. He's pacing.

"Are you sure?" Pause

"No leads?" Longer pause

"People just don't vanish!" Even longer pause

"I understand" pause

"There's nothing you can do?" Even longer pause

"I don't give a f*ck on how you run this if you don't know, you don't know"

Silence, either the man is giving a speech or there is nothing left to say.

Jason sighs, "What about the kid?" I know they're talking about me, I listen even closer to the sounds coming through the door, I hear the mumbling through the phone, but even after they stop Jason remains silent. "There's nothing else you can do?" Long Pause

"Yes, sir." Pause "WHAT! no, that can't be legal" Pause

"Screw that." Pause. "I don't give a shit! the kid stays"

"F*ck you" I hear the click and I know that Jason hung up on them. He never did like the cops, but that didn't ease the unsettling nerves in my stomach.

I slowly knocked on his door, he waited a moment before opening it.

"What?" He glares using the traditional greeting for the house, but I'm guessing that I look really bad to make his face soften. I could almost feel the worry on my face.

"Jason, is something wrong?"

For a second it looks like he's about to lie, but he changes his mind. Probably knowing that I pick out lies easily.

He closes his eyes,

"I hate to tell you this kid" He sighs "but they're gone"

Gone

"what do you mean gone?" The sinking feeling was back again. I knew who he was talking about.

"They simply said, the case was called Gone with the wind" He explained "Their plane was on the way back when these strong wind blew in, all radio cut off--"

I knew what he was going to say before he said it,

"Bruce, Tim, and Dick." He said quietly "Are, reported as missing"

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OMG noooooooooooooooooooo........

*Takes a deep breath* How do I get so worked up about something I planned out and wrote? SOOOOO many questions unanswered, what happened to them? Where did they go? What's going to happen to Damian!!

*Looks through my brain* Never mind I know, you, on the other hand, don't, SUCKS! You will just have to read the next chapter. BYEEEEEEEE.

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