Dick Grayson turned down the speakers a few notches, they were starting to hurt his ears.  But then again, the constant arguing coming from the back of his car weren't helping either.  And add the fact that Penguin had hit him in the head with his umbrella, then you have one really annoyed young man that's driving a broken down car....

"Can you guys be quiet please?" Dick asked, and Tim and Damian turned to him from the back.

"Why should they?" Jason said from the shotgun seat, and he really enjoyed the argument.

"I'm getting a headache." Dick gritted his teeth.

"So?  You know Grayson, not everything revolves around your well being!" Damian argued back.

"And not everything revolves around your stupid arguments with Timothy!" Dick replied calmly.

"I'm sorry Dick." Tim said.

"It's okay Tim." Dick sighed.

"Well, I'm not!" Damian turned away and secretly pulled out his sai.

A few minutes later, the whole company in the car was surprised to see a sai sticking out of the windshield.

"I'm not sorry." Damian repeated.

"I got that already!" Dick said,"But did you have to ruin my car!"

"Hehe..." Jason fired his gun at the ceiling.

"Jason!" Tim cried, as the car started to swerve,"Just because Dami..."

"Arg!" Dick face perspired, and he pulled out his eskima sticks.

Damian unbuckled his seat belt and launched himself onto Tim.

Tim took out a smoke bomb and let it out.

Dick lost control of the car.

Jason shot at the driver seat.

Tim fell onto Jason, who fired his gun again.

Damian's sai's fell all over the floor.

Dick pierced his foot on a sai.

Jason jumped on Dick.

The car crashed.

"Ouch!" Damian wiped at his head.

"Do you think?" Dick sighed and pulled himself out of the wreckage.

"It's Damian's fault!" Jason pointed his finger.

"Can you guys stop it!" Tim yelled, being stuck.

"Um... yeah, want some help?" Dick asked.

"No, duh I do!" Tim glared.

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Bruce Wayne and Alfred Pennyworth sat on their couch, calmly watching television.

"I wonder how that masters are liking their trip.." Alfred pondered.

"Me too." Bruce sighed, the house was feeling a tad lonely.

Suddenly the screen changed and the announcer started to speak.

"Hi, this is Iris West and I have some breaking news!"

"Ol Iris!" Bruce said, laughing.

"Right outside of Bludhaven their has been a devastating car crash.  Out of some miracle," here for some reason Iris looked super relieved,"the passengers have survived!  They have been identified as Gotham's richest kids.  Richard John Grayson.  Jason Peter Todd.  Timothy Jackson Drake. Damian Wayne.  The car was disintegrated by the time authorities got there, so we have no way of knowing what caused the crash," here Iris glared off the screen,"and the victims claim they do not know what happened...."

Bruce shut off the TV in shock,"So, they crashed.  Can't wait for their explanation.."

The door slammed open and a jumble of voices could be heard throughout the manor.

"No, I swear, it was Damian that made me shoot the gun!"

"No, you just wanted to shoot something!"

"Well Grayson, it was you who crashed!"

"If Tim hadn't thrown that smoke bomb, maybe I wouldn't have!"

"Well, it was Damian who jumped on me!  So don't blame me!"

"Yeah, well Grayson started the argument!"

"I just asked you to shut up!

"You know Dick, you can just get a gun to shut them up.."

"Jason..."

Bruce shook his head and sighed, knowing that his boys would always ague, yet they would know that they belonged with each other.

No matter what.