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The entire family was gathered in the cave, all frantically trying to keep control of their emotions while trying to find where you went.
Dick sobbed as he added your first tally mark to the kidnapping board.
Jason and Tim argued about whether or not you just ran off. Neither of them actually thought you ran off, so it wasn’t clear to anyone what they were arguing about.
Cass and Steph looked at a map of Gotham, studying where your tracker was last online.
Damian was pretending not to care, but anyone could see that he was scared. He was picking at his nails and pacing, mumbling to himself about your whereabouts.
Duke was asleep because it was 2 AM and he had day patrol in two hours and also no one remembered him.
Jason, with a shout of frustration, stepped away from Tim.
“Bruce, are you sure that (Y/N) didn’t just fly off on their own?”
“Yes, Jason. Their tracker was in pieces on the ground. Why would they do that?”
Jason huffed. “Maybe you annoyed them or something. I can't fucking believe this happened on your watch, old man.” He pointed angrily at his father.
Dick ran between the two, holding up his arms. “Jason, stop. Please! Look at me, right here. Stop it, Jason. This isn’t you,” he sobbed.
“Good lord, dude, I wasn’t gonna deck him. If I did though, that would be very me.”
Bruce just grunted, clearly upset by Jason’s earlier comment.
“Wait.” Tim ran to the computer, shooing away his sister and friend. “Has anyone checked Arkham?”
No one said a thing.
He pulled up security footage of the prison. They all gasped, except for Bruce, upon seeing that all the cells were empty.
“How did they get past the guards?” asked Steph.
“Looks like they’re asleep. The inmates were able to just break the Cheetos holding the doors closed and then just walked through the revolving doors,” Tim frowned.
“Oh God,” muttered Dick.
“So, all of them are out? Stephanie said, holding Cass’s arm tightly.
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A cacophony of voices yanked you out of a deep, restless sleep. As your eyes swam into focus, you began to hear bits and pieces of a large conversation.
“… not flipping a coin, shut up…”
“….hyena bit my ass….”
“…hee hoo…"
“….you shut the fuck up, they’re awake!”
You blinked hard and tried to move but rough rope constricted your arms behind a chair. You quickly found your legs were bound, too.
“Finally, how are you feeling?” The beautiful, deadly woman you knew as Catwoman approached you, stepping away from what you now see are a group of the worst villains of Gotham, plus some morally-questionable but overall chill people who used to be villains. They all stood in front of a simple black door in an all-concrete room that had you in the center.
“Oh, they’re alive,” a man with a terrifying straw mask huffed.
“Why do you sound surprised?” Poison Ivy, who you knew from her activism, asked him from across the room.
“I don’t make sedatives, I make fear gas. This was a shot in the dark.”
Your growl of anger silenced the room. Catwoman took a step back in shock. You scan the room of rogues and zone in on the man you knew you’d see.
“Joker. Of course, you did this!” you shriek, tired of this man who has truly mildly annoyed you multiple times.
“Like I wouldn’t try to top my last interaction with a stray bird,” he grinned.
“What are we, fish food?” barked out an unfortunately sized and shaped man from the right.
“Yeah, I helped! I called half of ya guys!” The iconic Harley Quinn said, frowning in offense.
“All of us wanted to kidnap the newest, shiniest Robin,” Poison Ivy said, sauntering forwards. Your stomach did a flip.
“I’m afraid, Robin, that you’ll just have to be my new subject. I have so many serums to try,” the straw man says, stepping forwards. You flinch back.
“Cut it, Scarecrow. I’m not lettin’ ya do that, I just wanted to have lunch with the new birdie!”
“Lunch? There’s no time! I’m taking Robin to watch helplessly as I rob the second national bank of all their two dollar bills!” said a grim looking man with a half-scarred face.
As the villains bickered, Joker grew angrier and angrier. You start screaming obscenities to mask your fear. They were fucking annoying but you knew they could cause real damage, too.
You wanted to see your family. Were they worried? Did they care?
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“Jesus Christ, Dick, if you don’t stop crying you're going to drown,” Jason said, holding up his big brother by his collar.
Tensions were high as they tracked the movements of the escaped villains. Usually, they weren’t all on the loose at the same time. They also usually weren’t usually holding their own sibling hostage (except for Dick, they got his ass quite often). The family managed to assume the convicts from Arkham were the perpetrators of the kidnapping, but progress was slow otherwise. Tim snorted a line of coffee grounds and pointed at the large monitor in front of the group.
“I’ve tracked some of their last movements to this abandoned warehouse. Looks like it’s completely surrounded with low-level, mindless goons.”
“Where are the police?” Dick asked, sniffling.
“I just told you.”
“Oracle, get me surveillance of that area, stat,” Bruce yelled into his earpiece, zipping back and forth on different computers next to Tim.
Jason gently lifted Dick and hung him on a coat rack before walking to Damian, Cassandra, and Stephanie. “We should suit up. Hopefully we’ll be out there soon.”
Luckily, Damian never took off his party city Batman costume. Jason armed himself with an entire arsenal. For once, Bruce didn’t say anything. Soon enough, the entire gang gathered in the center, suited up and ready to rescue you.
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Okay, so screaming obscenities at them didn’t work, which you unfortunately only noticed the moment right before Joker whammed your head with some guy’s umbrella. Two knock-outs in a day certainly did wonders for your already limited brain activity.
New problem (which was actually the same problem, just tied up with a bow): the villains were lining up to fight. Each other. At least, you deduced that from their loud conversations near you which filtered in as you woke up. Unfortunately, the blindfold over your face made further deductions hard. You were outside though, breathing in the polluted Gotham air. The sound of cars and screaming was distant. You must be high up, on a rooftop, you figured.
It seemed the fight of who had their time with you first was going to be solved the only way they knew how: violence. You groaned and pulled at your bindings, but they were just as tight as before.
“Wouldn’t try that, birdie,” a horrific voice sounded from behind you. You cursed yourself for not identifying that the green asshole was behind you. You even learned his scent in Robin class.
“I’m afraid the moment these goons are sufficiently distracted, you and I are going to go have some fun.”
You knew what that meant. The Jason Todd Incident of 1988 Part Two: Electric Boogaloo.
You looked down, which is really unnecessary due to the blindfold, and let a single tear to drip down your face. That’s all you allowed yourself before hardening your resolve to steel.