"I'm not scared." Jon said, glaring at Damian. "I can fly."

"All the way to Europe?"

"No." Jon admitted. "But I'm NOT scared."

"Fine." Damian shrugged. "Then do it."

"You do it!"

Damian laughed. "But I'm not the one who is too worried about what Batman will do if we 'borrow' a drone."

"It's called stealing." Jon argued. "And I'm not a thief."

Damian rolled his eyes and pressed his hand against a sensor pad on the side of the aircraft.

"ACCESS DENIED AS PER THE CHILD PROOF SETTINGS."

"Fuck." Damian muttered.

"What the hell are you doing?" Came a voice. The boys turned around to find a figure stalking towards them. It came closer.

"Todd?" Damian asked, surprised. "What are you doing in the hangar?"

Jason frowned. "Trying to fucking sleep."

"In the Cave?" Jon asked. "Don't you have a bed in the Manor?"

Jason exhaled. "Ugh. Yes. But."

Damian laughed and pointed. "I'm telling father you're drunk AGAIN."

He ignored him and pointed to the sensor pad. "Hey, Dipshit." Jason said, flatly, looking at his youngest brother. "If Jon lasers through the side of a million dollar drone, Dad will find out, come down here, and kick your ass."

"And if he does-" Jon reasoned. "He'll realize that you have partook in drinking."

Damian looked at Jon, disgusted. "Why are you talking like a Victorian woman?"

Jon bit his cheek before speaking. "I don't like talking CRASSLY."

Damian rolled his eyes. "Just say 'Todd is drunk and my father is going to kick his ass.'"

"No." Jon said, grossing his arms, indignantly.

"Well if you brats are going, I'm chaperoning." Jason said. He sighed and pressed his hand against the pad. "I don't need a lecture."

"ACCESS DENIED AS PER THE INTOXICATION AVERSION PROTOCOL."

"I'm trying to train!" Someone shouted, angrily. The lights clicked on, revealing all of the boys. "What the heck are you doing?" Tim asked, avoiding cursing around Jon.

"Damian is too young, Jason is too intoxicated, and I don't have permission to fly the drone." Jon explained.

Tim crossed over to the drone and walked between his brothers. He pressed his hand to the sensor.

"ACCESS GRANTED. DRIVERS EDUCATION REQUIREMENTS MET."

"I can drive." Damian angrily muttered.

"Look." Tim reasoned. "Get out fast. I don't care what you're doing, just don't involve me." 

The hatch opened and he turned around to walk away.

Shit. 

They knew that cowl.

Jason grabbed Tim by the back of his shirt. "Get in or die."

They climbed in. 

"I hate you all." Tim muttered.

"Stop." Batman ordered.

"We need to GO." Tim said. He wasn't supposed to open a drone to 1. two kids, and 2. a drunk brother. "Seat belts."

"SeAt BeLtS" Damian mocked.

Batman pulled the cowl back.

"Grayson?!" Damian exclaimed. 

"Unfortunately." Dick sighed. "What are you doing?"

"Flying to Europe." Damian responded.

"Tight. I'm in." Dick said, jumping in and immediately closing the hatch. "Let's go."

"Wait! I want out!" Tim shouted, trying to take off his seat belt, but they were already up in the air, flying out of the hangar as the top door opened. "Fucking seat belts!" He cursed, giving up and leaning back in his seat.

They lifted into the sky and Damian leaned forwards to put in the coordinates.

"COORDINATES LOCKED"

"I hate this." Tim muttered.

Dick turned around. "Damian, please put on your seat belt."

Damian sighed and locked himself in. 

"You too, Jason." Dick said.

They flew at Mach I and filled the cabin with pure oxygen to accommodate to the intense speed, except for Jon who didn't know how to breathe correctly, but didn't need to because, well, he was used to fast speeds.

"Whoo!" Dick cheered, the only one who was happy. "So what are we doing in Europe?"

"Yeah, DAMIAN. Why are we all in this god forsaken drone."

"We're finding the Dollmaker." Jon answered as Damian tried to shush him.

"WHAT?!" All of the Wayne brothers asked, turning around to look at the 13 and 10 year old in the back seat.

"DAMIAN, HE'S 10!" Tim shouted.

"That is IRRESPONSIBLE." Jason said, speech still slightly slurred, hypocritically.

"We're turning around." Dick said, leaning forward to place the coordinates to home.

"COORDINATES LOCKED." The control panel announced.

"SHIIIIIIIT." Jason groaned.

"Hey, look!" Jon shouted. "It's my dad! Hi dad!" He looked at everyone's dead faces. "Oh, poop." Jon said, realizing. "This is bad."

"Well it isn't good." Dick sighed.

"Okay... so-" Damian reasoned. "We lie. We are taking a trip to Europe. Sightseeing."

"In an abandoned hospital in Bavaria?" Tim asked.

"Germany has great beer." Jason offered.

They felt the sudden break as the drone slowed to be able to land.

"And, we are fuuuuucked. So very very fuuuucked." Jason sang. "I am drunk, he's a kid, Tim stole a drone, and Dick piloted us to our death."

"Hey!" Tim shouted. But it was true- he did access the drone for Jason and the boys.

When they landed, Clark and Bruce were waiting. In fact, half of the Justice League was there.

"Hi, Dad." Jason said, waving as the hatch opened and the seat belts unlocked. They got out and lined up by the side of the aircraft in defeat.

"Jason." Bruce returned. He looked at his sons. "Dick, why are you wearing the cowl?"

Dick sighed. "I got back from the signal from Gordon."

"Fine." Bruce returned. 

Jon was sweating. 

"Tim?"

"I didn't want to be here." he admitted, pointing at Damian.

"Did you realize that the hospital is wired?" Bruce asked.

"Of course." Damian lied. "I was... intending to leave Jon in the drone."

Jon leaned over and whispered. "Lying is bad. Also, what does 'wired' mean?"

Damian looked at Jon. "Your father has super hearing."

"Yes." Clark said, glaring at the boys. "That means there is a bomb, Jon."

"Oh, shoot." Jon said, looking at his shoes.

"Go home." Bruce said. "NOW."

"On it!" Tim said, opening the hatch once again with the sensor and jumping in. Jason threw up on the ground. Dick put the coordinates back in and Jon and Damian said nothing, but resigned to the back seat. They took off.

Bruce sighed. "Am I the worst father ever?"

Clark laughed. "No."

The building blew up.

"Well, good thing my kid is bulletproof." He sighed.