I should not be starting a new story right now, and yet here I am. I wrote like thirty pages the other day, and I can't contain it any more! Nonetheless just a few tiny notes:

One, This is based on PRE-52 Universe, because I am not such a big fan on New-52.

Two, this is a humorous story based on the 2008 movie called, you guessed it 'A Journey to the Center of the Earth' so a lot of material is pulled from there. You do not need to see it to enjoy I promise!

Third, The main characters are Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian. Bruce and Alfred have a small role. Unfortunately, no Stephanie or Cass or Barb. I want some brother bonding time okay? Jason will be introduced a little later, because honestly, why would he be at the manor right now?

Of course, I don't own Batman. Nope. I don't. What do you expect?

Last but not least: I have a soundtrack for this story from the movie, so I highly suggest you listen to it to set the mood ;)

This Chapter Track: Journey Theme

www. youtube dot-com watch?v=AeKY5xmwcf0 (Just remove spaces and change my words)

and

Morning Routine:

www. youtube dot-com / watch?v=0tFil0boeOM&list=PL7956D0F09A1AB992&index=2

Chapter One: A Journey to the Center of the Earth

In the end, Damian would blame Timothy Drake every time the incident was brought up. Though incident was probably not the best word to use for what had happened to him and his three supposed brothers.

However, out of the ordeal, he could officially say he had a least favorite author and that would be the man who called himself one of the greatest sci-fi writers of all time.

Damian decided when telling the story, he would start on an early late June morning, just after school had let out and summer had officially begun. It was that particular fine morning, which his least favorite member of the Bat Family had come for a personal visit with Bruce over some Wayne Industries work that seemed fairly minimal to him.

Drake, the dolt, had spent the night; and much to his dismay he found himself looking at the teenager the next morning at the breakfast table. The taste of Alfred's pancakes had gone sour with his presence alone, let alone that cursed fairy tale book he was reading.

"Tt, 'A Journey to the Center of the Earth'?" Damian scathed, glancing at the cover with the most unimpressed look he could muster. "Of course you, Drake, would occupy that dull brain of yours with ridiculous fantasy dreams."

Tim peeked over the pages of the old yellowing book at him, a perched eyebrow in place to meet his remark.

"It's a classic Damian. It was the start of a whole new genre, modern science fiction."

"That book is a bundle of rubbish that amuses children of the idea that you could travel to an unattainable world. I spent my time as a child reading far better materials such as War and Peace."

Tim, by now far too used to Damian's unusual childhood, showed little reaction to the choice novel and choose only to give a shrug of shoulders.

"It's not everyone's cup of tea."

Damian shoved a piece of pancake in his mouth rather unhappily that he hadn't gotten much of a rise out of his companion, if you could call him that.

At this moment, Alfred chose to make his appearance, cleaning away some of the dishes. The butler seemed to have heard their previous conversation, for he commented lightly upon the novel's presence at the table.

"If I recall, Master Timothy; that was once your father's copy was it not?"

The teen glanced up once more again to acknowledge the older man's presence with a small smile. Finally placing the aging book on the table so Alfred could clear the dishes, he leaned back in his chair thoughtfully before he answered.

"Yeah, it was his favorite book. It's what inspired him and my mother to travel as much as they did when I was a child. Never read it before though," Tim shrugged again. This time he went for his coffee.

Damian snorted.

"Looks like your delusions just run in the family then."

Tim shot him a sharp look in return.

"I remember your father certainly liked to talk about it with his colleagues at social gatherings many years ago. I believed he was quite the Jules Vern fan." Alfred interrupted before a fight could truly break out between them.

"I never quite saw why he thought they were so interesting."Tim honestly responded, looking down at the battered cover. "But just flipping through it now, I finally see just how much he enjoyed it."

He ran his finger along the pages, allowing them to fan out. As he did so, Damian spotted penciled notes on various pages, ranging from a magnitude of codes and actual writing.

"Tt, you're father is crazier than I thought."

"That coming from you, Little D; is something," A new voice entered the discussion.

Tim, Damian and Alfred turned to see Dick standing in the doorway. He had his bright smiling grin and a loose bag hanging off his shoulder.

"Grayson!" Damian frowned, "What are you doing out of Bludhaven?"

"Do I need a reason to come see my favorite little brothers?" The older ebony haired boy playfully commented before plopping in a seat across from Tim and next to the youngest boy.

"Hey Alfie," He added at the sight of the Butler smiling.

"Good Morning Master Dick, would you like some breakfast? I'm sure I could whip something up in no time."

Dick shook his head gratefully.

"Actually, a cup of coffee like Tim's got looks just as good." The older looked towards the worn book that was still lying on the table beside his second youngest brother.

"Is this what you two we're discussing?" He asked, picked up the book by its spine and beginning to flip through. "I didn't know you finally started going through your dad's possessions Tim, I told you I would be there for moral support if you wanted."

Tim shook his hand flippantly from behind his mug.

"I can go through his things on my own, but thanks anyway Dick. And yeah, Damian was stating his ever present dislike for anything that could possibly do with me."

"Tt."

"What? You don't like Jules Vern, Dami? I thought you would be all into classics."

Damian's natural response was an unhappy glare towards both of them.

"I actually had to read this my senior year of High School; some parts weren't that bad once you got past the whole eighteen hundreds style of writing." Dick admitted before pausing to look at one of the pages.

"I'm not very far into it," Tim commented. "I only started it this morning when I found it in his box in my closet. I was trying to find some old case files and it fell out."

Damian was about to say a snide response about how incompetent Drake was about finding things when Dick suddenly twisted the book around and thrust it towards Tim.

"What's all this writing about?"

"No idea," Tim shrugged. "It's my dad's work. He must have written it a long time ago, because I don't remember seeing this copy on his bookshelves as a kid. The only one I ever saw was his first edition copy on the top shelf, and that thing was pristine."

Intrigued, Dick looked at the writings again.

"It's probably nonsense," Damian frowned. All this fuss over reading material that Drake had picked was putting him off. "He never sounded like a very sensible man."

Dick snorted, turning the page.

"He wasn't. Look at the life he led."

Tim scowled.

"I'm sitting right here, that's my dad you're talking about."

The younger Wayne raised an unimpressed eyebrow, as if to say 'so?'.

"Say, Tim? Does this look familiar to you?" Dick turned the book back around and showed him one of the emptier pages in the book toward the back. There in the center was a chart of numbers and symbols that Damian couldn't decipher. Gibberish.

"Magnet temperatures reach…nine fifteen…Mongolia? Bolivia? Hawaii? No, I have no idea what that is. Looks like something to do with…seismic activity." Tim's eyebrows furrowed as he snatched the book back from his hands. "What is that doing in his book?"

At this moment, Bruce decided to make his appearance in the kitchen. He was dressed sharply in his new suit, a briefcase at his side and a mug already warm in his hand.

"I will be leaving to Wayne Industries Russian head quarters after work to conduct important transactions there. I should be home in a week, but no more than ten days. I trust you three can handle yourselves in the mean time?" He inquired.

"So that's why you're here." Damian looked accusingly at Dick. "To babysit me like a child."

"I'm here to keep you company Damian, and to ensure you don't kill Timmy. And maybe, we'll even do something brotherly, like hitting the batting cage." Dick mimed hitting a baseball with a bat, nearly hitting Damian in the process.

Tim shared a look at the older male.

"What if I kill him first?"

Damian tt'd.

"You would actually have to perform at a better talent than what you already exhibit to kill me Drake, and till then Grayson doesn't need to worry."

"Behave." Bruce growled at them all, and with that he headed out with a warm nod nonetheless.

"Anyways," Dick broke the silence first before Damian could go on about that fact that Bruce was leaving. "Those notes looked familiar, Tim. I think I might have seen them…"

"Since when would you have been looking into seismic activity, Grayson?"

"I haven't been, but there was this project Lucius Fox and I were working on in the Plate Tectonics Department. I was cross referencing some reports from Wayne tech and, well, your family's old company Tim. I think I remember some reports that had the same information in it."

Damian rolled his eyes.

"So, Drake's father wrote his company notes in his book. Why is that so interesting?"

"Because the project is still going." Dick responded. "Wayne Enterprises has been funding it for several years now. The interesting bit? The stats in that book are far more intensive than what the company is running now."

Damian did not think that was remotely interesting.

"Here," Dick said standing. "Let's drive over to my office and take a look. Maybe there's some mystery to be solved here." His grin spread wide.

Tim shook his head.

"I can't Dick, I'm busy today. I-"

"No excuses Timmy, it'll be a bonding activity. We hardly ever do anything together anymore," Dick was snatching away Tim's coffee and starting towards the kitchen where Alfred worked on the dishes in amusement at the boy's tactics.

"Tt." Damian snorted, before starting for the door.

"Whoa, whoa. Where do you think you're going Little D? You're included in this too."

The youngest Wayne looked downright at a loss for words. His mouth opening and shutting like a fish out of water as he stared at the old circus performer.

"I am not! I refuse to be dragged into your shenanigans. You and Drake go fool around with your stupid book, and I will make far better use of my time."

And so it begins. I'll update soon, since I already have like seven chapters done :) Thank Red Robin for it, because he was my inspiration haha.

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