A/N: Former Robins and a plane do not mix well.

I don't know anything about planes so this will not really be very factual... this is their luxury plane up there :D  Another thing, the water bottle flipping in this story owes to the fact that my friend, I guess, we call each other enemies, but we're pretty much friends... anyway, all water bottle flipping, I'm sorry, it's his fault!! Also, do you think my characters are OOC?  If so, tell me who is and help me fix it! :)  Also, two new stories about Dick Grayson and the Batfamily coming out soon... maybe tomorrow or something :D

Up in a plane four brothers were seated in the air. Of course, this wasn't an ordinary flight, as the four were the only people on the plane, and it was a Wayne supporting luxury flight. One of the brothers was piloting, and the other was co-piloting, taking their two hour flight shift seriously. The two were close, one who would forever be angry and sad, and the other forever would be studious and calm. They complimented each other perfectly and worked well together, their bond of trust already established. The other two however, were if possible, even closer. Both had been partners in crime, and trusted each other with their lives, even going as far to die for each other(this has been tested before). Of course they never admitted the could even stand each other, but were good brothers to each other nevertheless. Together the four boys were a team, powerful and no one could ever stand in their way. 

But, when it came to planes... the story with these four was so incredibly different.

"Get away from me Grayson!" Damian growled, his hand on a water bottle, ready to splash his brother in the face.  He was sitting comfortably on the couch, reading a book called On Killing: The Psychological Cost of Learning to Kill in War and Society by David Grossman.  It was of course his choice of pleasure read, for he had not so politely turned down Dick's offer to read The Chronicles of Narnia, which he deemed unimportant and bad for society.

"I just want to do a water bottle flip!" Dick begged, stumbling as the plane shook, and he dropped the book he was reading.  Moby Dick , by Herman Melville, of course.  He watched as it slid down the plane, and he walked over to retrieve it, and put it in a small black bag with the tag 'important' on it.

"What's a water bottle flip?" Damian asked, his interest piqued as he looked up to his older brother, who was now cleaning off all the trash from the couches and tossing it into the trash bags like he was basketball player, "Grayson, will you stop acting like a child and answer my question?  I can't believe we trust you 18 year old's to decide who is going to be the leader of our country!"

"No trust!" Dick replied mockingly, letting his brother's insult merely slide off him as he did with all the other insults thrown at him, "A water bottle flip is when you try to flip a half filled water bottle in the air and land it right side up.  Here, give me that.  Thanks, and don't glare at me.  It's unbecoming in your social life.  Only practice when your on patrol.  Don't give me that face Dami.  I can glare better than you.  Whatever, here.... see that's how you do it!"

Damian glared, but secretly he was interested,  "Do it again."

Like the first time, Dick smirked at his younger brother, then grabbed the bottle by the cap and flipped it up, landing it with a flourish of his hand, "And voila!"

Damian scoffed, leaning back into his chair and opening his book up again, "That's easy Grayson, anybody can do it!"

Dick smirked, knowing that water bottle flipping had to do a lot with the hand motion, the amount of water in the bottle, the surface, how much pressure you put while flipping the bottle, and the luck, "Wanna try it Dami?"

Damian smirked, "It's on Grayson!"

Damian picked his water bottle off the surface of the table and flipped it into the air.... the result being a bunch of water all over his head, "Did you unscrew that cap you dimwit?"

"No, gosh Dami, I'm not that mean!  Heck, I'm not even that mean!" Dick said, looking at amusement at his brother.

Suddenly the plane shuddered and dropped a few feet until it was stable.  The plane shuddered two times more, and it dropped a terrifying amount until it steadied itself and kept on flying like nothing happened.  Dick paled visibly, only being able to wonder what was wrong with his brothers.  Damian didn't seem phased, only mad at the remaining water in his bottle.

"You think they're okay in there?"  Dick asked, steadying himself as something seemed to hit the plane from the side, making Damian yell in frustration as something hit his arm, causing him to bleed, and something fell on Dick's back, causing him to scream.  Both stood up and Dick asked again, "You think they're okay in there?"

"Don't vex, we've piloted this pile of expensive junk a million times!" Damian said without a thought, taking this as a chance to launch the water at his brother's face, "And plus, I wouldn't worry about them, let's just get the hell out of this plane."

Dick ducked just in time and watched as the water splatted the window, "You need to work on your aim.  And no cussing."

"The plane shook!  It's not my fault that I missed splashing you!  And you let Todd cuss anytime he wants... besides hell isn't a cuss word." Damian yelled, ducking as a bag crashed from the compartments, but assuming it had come from his brother he turned, "What was that for Grayson?"

"That wasn't me!" Dick protested, as Damian stood up angrily, "You believe me right?"

"Unfortunately, when your posture is like that, and your eyes make that squinting look, I believe you because you always make that stance when you feel hurt or distrusted."

"Wow!" Dick said, giggling at his adorable brother under his breath as he responded, "And when you're embarrassed, your stance is a little hunched like that, and you try to hide your face in you shirt."

"Let's just check on them!  Let's check on Drake and Todd!" Damian said, trying to avoid that topic.  Suddenly the plane shook again, and it dropped another ten feet, making both Damian and Dick fall onto their knees, "They might be in trouble!"

"You just said they would be okay!" Dick replied, a confused look momentarily crossing through  his face, before being replaced by the 'it's Damian' face.  He shakily brought himself up and crawled the rest of the plane to the cockpit.

"And you believed me?" Damian said, giving Dick a 'seriously' face, then crawling after him.

"I always do!  I can't help it!" Dick said, shaking his head, "That's just me!"

Damian shook his head, "tt..."

"I'm seriously worried about Jason and Tim!" Dick said, as the plane dropped only a little more, "They might be in serious trouble!"

"I must admit that I am concerned for their well-being because of how they are managing this plane." Damian said, a scared look momentarily crossing his face.

Then the plane dropped, and Dick screamed, holding onto a pale, yet somehow adorable Damian, for life.

----During this whole entire time, just in the not-so-peaceful cockpit-----

The plane randomly started to shudder, falling first one foot, then falling another ten.  Jason paled as he saw a layer of clouds pass through the window.  Tim just looked on in total calmness, and pressed a few buttons, trying furiously to stable out the plane.

Neither said anything, both pale and trying hard to figure out what was wrong with the plane.  A few more times the plane fell a few feet, but Jason and Tim flew it a little higher.  It stayed quiet for a few minutes until something seemed to hit the side of the plane and there was a frustrated shout followed by a scared screech from the cabin.

Jason yanked his head up in an unexplained feeling of worry for his brothers, "Are they okay?"

Tim, more calm then ever(it was unnerving), and he looked very serious as he responded, "Dick is very responsible, and Demon spawn.... well, Damian is something, but he knows how to handle himself."

"Are you sure?  Demon's just 10, and Dick is just 21.... you know that right?" Jason fretted, then internally scolded himself.  He wasn't supposed to actually even like his brothers!

"Yeah, and Damian is a trained assassin.  They made him walk all the way up to Mount Everest when he was three all by himself.  He broke his leg, but he made it to the top anyway.  Dick has been training as a superhero for over a decade.  13 years really.  Plus, he's got 8 years of professional acrobatics under his belt.  Both take care of each other well, and you know that!"

"No, they are at each others necks all the time!" Jason fretted.

"No, that's me and Dami.  Look, Jay, stop worrying.  We are children of the Bat, we will survive!  As Dick would sing right now, WE WILL SURVIVE!!" Tim shouted.

"You are so off!" Jason chuckled, feeling a heavy weight lifting off his chest and a relieved sigh went through him.

The two were silent a few more minutes, giving or taking a few feet of falling, and then Jason started to get really worried.

Jason's head shook as the plane bounced, "Timmy, something is seriously wrong!"

"I already know that Jay!  What's up over there, are we losing altitude?"  Tim asked, trying to restrain his head from hitting the headboard(I know I'm getting terms wrong and I'm sorry).

"I'm not entirely sure.... do you think this has something to do with us flying over the Bermuda Triangle?" Jason asked, as he shook from the recent turbulence.

"I don't know, I only thought Bermuda affected boats though!" Tim said as he leaned back, trying to keep his headphones on check.

"Affects anything that goes over it.... and I think we've just been cursed because nothing is working Tim!" Jason yelled, his headphones falling off completely and he stared worried at the screen, "WE'RE GONNA DIE!"

"Nothing is working?" Tim asked, "Nothing?"

"How are you calm?!  Nothing is working, everything is broken!  We are dead men Timmy!"  Jason shouted as he shook his brother's arms.

"Calm down Jay.  We are the sons of the Bat.  We are savage wild creature and we will survive by the skin on our bones!" Tim shouted.

"Wow?" Jason asked, confusion replacing the worry that had been etched into his fine features.

"No seriously, we have a float up boat!  We can blow it up in the plane, attach parachutes, sit in it, then push it off the plane wing and we'll fall into the water with it!" Tim said, bursting out of the cockpit shouting, "Abandon ship people!"

----Dick and Damian when Tim burst through the door-----

"What the heck?!" Damian shouted, as Tim burst through the door and the plane started to drop, "Why aren't you driving the plane you peon(another one for you villainousharley)?!?!"

"It's called piloting stupid!" Jason yelled, pulling out the float up boat, thinking this was the stupidest idea ever, but doing it anyway, "We need to blow this up!  The engines started to fail!"

"Engine failure?!" Dick shouted, reaching for a bag in the hold, "I've prepared myself a bag for this!"

"Me too!" Damian said, pulling out an identical bag, labeled the same tag important as Dick had, "I had no idea what it was for at the time though..."

"Why?  Were you just packing everything I was?" Dick asked, blushing, remembering when Damian had come into his room and inspected every single thing he packed.

"Yeah, that sums it up!" Damian said also blushing because he had wanted to be just like Dick and packed exactly like him, then turning to Jason, "Are you gonna blow that up?"

"I need to stand on the wing and do it!" Jason shouted, as the plane started dropping even more furiously.  His brothers fell flat onto the floor.

"We're still falling through the air!" Tim protested, yelling above the wind.

"Wanna survive or not?!" Jason yelled as he opened the plane door and air came rushing in.

"Oh boy..." Tim muttered.

----

"I swear!  Every time the boys go off somewhere by themselves they don't get here on time!" Bruce said in frustration to his butler.

Alfred stood there calmly, "Perhaps you would like to contact your alien friend?"

"That alien... yeah, go contact Clark for me, will you Alfred?" Bruce asked, waving his butler off.

Alfred sighed and muttered to himself, something about locking the boys up in a cage.

Even in the grim situation Bruce smiled to himself, wondering how his butler had lived with them for this many years.

----A day later... the boys have somehow miraculously survived the giant boat fall(whole exert on that later), and have been floating on the water... Dick gave all his water to Damian and Tim and is now thirsty, Jason drank all his water and didn't share it, they ate fruit, Jason started cussing and didn't stop until Damian stabbed him in the arm with a sai THAT HE WASN'T ALLOWED TO BRING WITH HIM, and the boys are irritated with each other and scared for their lives------

Tim sighed, wondering when Dick would stop mumbling to himself, "Dick shut up..."

"Wantwaterwantwaterwantwaterwantwaterwantwaterwantwaterwantwater...." Dick muttered, his voice hoarse and dry and he rocked himself back and forth on the boat.

"Are you seriously that thirsty?" Jason asked, rubbing his arm, wondering when the pain would stop.

Damian stared at his brother awhile before speaking, "Why did you give me and Drake-"

"Drake and I!" Tim corrected, his studious attitude not leaving him.

Damian glared at Tim, but with his better judgement he corrected himself, "Why did you give Drake and I your water when you so obviously need it?"

"Yeah, I'm kinda wondering that too?" Tim asked, shaking his brother, who was now slinking down into the bottom of the boat.

"You guys need it more...." Dick answered, smiling with his pearly whites and glaring into the sun.

"No, we don't!" Damian protested, slightly angry with himself for taking his brother's water so willingly, "You NEED IT!"

"Guys, Dick has his reasons.  Either let him tell them to you, or just wait for him to tell you himself... when the time is right.  Dick I think the time is now honestly." Jason said, ignoring the searching looks he was getting from Tim, and the glares he was getting from Damian.

"Do I have to Jay?" Dick asked, obviously tired if he was asking Jason for permission, "I don't wanna."

"You should Dickie, or they'll forever be mad at you, and you'll live a much shorter life because the Batglare can kill you and you know it." Jason said, logically for once.

"I'm immune to the Batglare, you know that!" Dick said, shifting his weight.

"Oh yeah, well then, watch out, because Tim will be using his knowledge of about everything against you.  You know, he isn't afraid to purposely give people tuberculosis!" Jason glared at Tim here.

"How do you do that?" Damian asked, just confused like any normal person would be.

"I don't know, but Tim managed to give it to some guy." Jason said, laughing and trying not to glare from the blinding rays of the sun.

"I can't believe this time we crashed over the Bermuda this time, didn't last time we crash before we went over it?" Dick croaked out, his voice cracking.

"Yeah.... hey Dick, you need to rest.  You're gonna get heatstroke!" Tim said, his hand on Dick's forehead.

Dick grinned, then literally fell on his legs and conked out.

"What's wrong with him?" Damian shouted at Jason in anger, "And why would he tell you and not me?"

"He knew me longer, and he used to talk to me when he though I was asleep but really I was awake and listening to what he said." Jason said, yawning into his hand.

"What.  Is.  Wrong.  With.  Our.  Brother.  Now." Tim said, his voice darkening with each syllable.

"He slips into these phases where he's way to preoccupied with being worried about other people that he really can't worry about himself even though he tries.  It's like a disorder..." Jason said, twisting his shoelaces.

"And what's up with you?" Tim asked, noticing his brother looked upset, "Why are you upset?"

"How did you- never mind.... world's greatest detective.... Well I'm just upset that I made the plane crash...."  Jason said, twisting his jacket in a bunch.

"It wasn't you Jay, it wasn't any pilot error..." Dick said, immediately popping up.

"I swear, it's like you have a built in 'brother is in trouble' sensor!" Tim yelped as Dick sat there seriously.

"Yeah, I think I do... anyways Jay, it isn't your fault!" Dick said, his legs bent under him.

"Yeah, you're to cautious a pilot to do that..." Damian said with a slight growl.

"Plus, Jay, you can't blame only yourself, I was piloting that plane also, so it isn't your fault!" Tim said, but thoroughly convinced it wasn't pilot error.

Jason looked from brother to brother and sighed, "Thanks guys.  You know, for humans you guys are fine."

"We're your brothers Jay, of course we're fine!" Tim said, smiling nevertheless.

-----

Clark looked at Bruce, "I already told you.  I found them on a raft with parachutes on it and blood marks on the side!"

"Why did I have to have such violent kids?  Why?" Bruce stared at the sun like it was killing him, "WHY?!"