The real man of steel slowly opened his eyes to see four small figures leaning up against the wall along with a small bed in the corner opposite of him with a lump under the ragged blankets. He raised his hands to his face to see that they were handcuffed together with steel laced with Kryptonite cuffs. He rubbed his eyes to make the blurriness go away. He tried standing up but soon had to lean against the wall behind him. He breathed deeply before looking around the room.

He was stuck in a stoned room with puddles of deep gushing red blood along the floor and splatters dried to the walls around him. He felt sick to his stomach when he saw the blood everywhere. Chains were dangling from the the ceiling. The figures against the walls from what he can tell was out cold. He cringed at the dead silence in the room. He could hear the quiet sound of water dropping from the corner of the room near the figures against the wall.

Superman stood up straight, staying up but he was slowly swaying on his feet. He slowly walked along the walls towards that figures. It was dark around the room so he was only able to see there outlines. He gasped when he reorganized the figures that were out cold against the wall. They were his nephews. He had grown close to all of them when they were each Robin. He quickly walked over to bed and pulled blanket away from the small figure laying there.

He gasped when he say his neice passed out on the rugged dirty bed. Her blonde hair was spilled ever were on the flat pillow under her head. Chains were wrapped tightly around her wrist making her securely tied to the bed. She was wearing a pale brown dress that had little sleeves and went down to her knees. She was also barefoot. He grind his teeth at the thought of a man changing her clothing and chaining her to the bed. He sighed before gently covering her back up with the blanket that was wrapped around her before hand.

He then walked back over to the nearest boy. Who just so happened to be Damian. He was also in different clothing. He was wearing a ragged old grey shirt with sleeves that went to his elbow and was falling off his shoulder. Along with dirty old grey shorts that went down to his knees. His hair was dirty and ruffled. He was also passed out from what ever knocked them out. His wrist were also chained but was chained to the wall with some slack that could make him be able to walk to the door and back. His ankles were the same way.

He looked down the row and saw Tim was next in the line. He was almost the same way as Damian. He had on the same old ragged grey shirt and short but his shirt fitted him a bit better but was still falling off his frame some. His hair was ruffled and sticking out in random places and was dirty as well. His chains were the same as Damian. Clark was being to get angry. Someone had kidnapped three young children and chained them to a wall so they would get ransom on the kids. He stood up and walked in between Jason and Dick.

Dick was next to Tim. He had on the same ragged dirty grey shirt and shorts as his brothers but his was fitted perfectly. Chains were wrapped around his wrist and ankles. His hair was smoothed down with sweat which worried Clark. He lifted his hand up to his sweat glistened for head and noticed the small heat that was coming from it. He sighed before looking over at the passed out Jason.

Jason was against the corner of the room. His black hair was mixed into his white bangs that were every were at the moment. His face was pale as a ghost making the man of steel worry for the safety of the two oldest. He along with the rest of his brothers was wearing the same old dirty grey shorts and shirt. His chains were also the same as the rest of his siblings.

Superman stood up and looked at the kids one by one. He hated seeing them like this. He loved each of the kids and right now he hoped that Conner his son wasn't in the same postion as him. He loved his son with all his heart. Even though he was his clone but that didn't matter. He loved all the league's kids. They were all good kids and nothing could change that. He sighed as he hoped someone would find them and it was soon.
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Bruce groaned as he slowly came around. His eyes shot open as he felt the gag around his mouth and the binds on his ankles and wrist. He moved his arms around behind his back trying to loosen the binds. He sighed when all that happen was them getting tighter and tighter. He looked around the small area. Darkness was what he could mostly see. Clothing brushed against his back as he sat up. He groaned as he heard the door of the bedroom open slowly.

“Oh no!” he heard someone yell. He smiled the best he could behind the gag and brought up his feet. He started to bang his feet against the door as loud as he could. The door flew open and a bright light blinded him for a moment.

“Bruce what are you doing in there tied up?” he heard a male voice before him. When his vision cleared he saw a male figure dressed in red with yellow boots and a lightning symbol on his chest. He growled at The Flash. He then saw a red blair and his binds were gone along with the gag. He stood up.

“We need to go to the control room. Someone is infiltrating the watchtower as Superman. That is the one  who punch me out and locked me up in the closet and took my kids. Witch I hate to be him when I find him.” Batman said as he cracked his knuckles before running to the control room.
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Meanwhile the real Superman was trying to figure out a way out of the cold stone room and get his nephews and niece away from whoever kidnapped them. He walked along the walls trying to find anything to use but there was nothing there. He sighed as he slid down the wall where he started out at. He closed his bright blue eyes trying to think. He hated how he was kidnapped and wasn’t able to help his nephews and niece. All he could do now is wait and hope that the League will find them before anything really happens to them. He could protect them to an extent but he would eventually pass out by the rays of the kryptonite or the lack of food and water. He sighed again trying to slip into a light sleep but unfortunately was awoken by a grunting sound coming from in front of him. He opened his eyes to see Jason slowly opening his teal green eyes. He sighed in relief before standing up and walking over to him. Jason visibly flinched when he saw Superman.

“What do you want fucking bastard? What do you fucking want with me and my siblings!” Jason yelled at him. Superman raised his eyebrows as he slowly raised his hands to show that he was in the same predicament as he was. Jason relaxed a little but still stayed on his guard.

“I am in the same predicament as you Jay. I won’t hurt you. What is the last thing you remember?” Superman asked as he knelt down to Jason eye level. He was trying to show the kid that he wasn't going to be hurt and he was okay to speak to him.

“ I remember you fucking  attacking us and throwing Damian and Tim throw a godam portal before attacking me because I woke up.” Jason said looking down at his feet. Superman gasped at what he said. Someone had pretended to be me and attack the bats kids who he really cared for and made Jason think that it was him who hurt him and scared him half to death. He wanted to beat the people who put him and the kids in this room. He was beyond mad now.

“I am not the man who attacked you. I have been here for two days now. I don’t know what is going on but we will find a way out. For you and your siblings” Superman said resting his cuffed hands on Jason’s shoulders who rested into the touch of the older man. Jason nodded before noticing that his older brother was awake already. Dick smiled a reassuring smile before bring Jason into a hug the  best he could besides the chains pulling on their wrist uncomfortable.

“Will get out of here Jaybird” Dick said as he rested his head onto Jason’s head. Jason nodded before resting against his older brother who had his arms wrapped around him