M.I.A

Chapter Two

Terror

Authors Note:

I'll try to make this a bit longer than the last chapter and this chapter will be in Tim's POV, am I even using that right? Ah, forget it. Bain sult as!

Timothy Drake POV

(Ten minutes after Damian's disappearance)

"Robin?" I asked threw the communicator, static was all I got in return. What kind of mess has that demon gotten himself into now? I thought as I leaped from rooftop to rooftop trying to figure out where he had gone. Where are you?

I landed on a building and was about to leap of again, when something caught my eye. I walked over to it, it was an arrow and on the tip of the arrow was blood. I then saw a trail of blood, I followed it until I saw a pile of bodies, along with a blood stained letter. What was on the letter made Tim fall to his knees.

Beware The Court of Owls,

That watches all the time,

ruling Gotham from a shadow perch,

behind granite and lime.

They watch you at your hearth,

they watch you in your bed

speak not a whispered word of them,

or they'll send The Talon for you head.

He is our brother now.

When he finally got his courage back together to tell Batman, he reached for his communicator.

"B? Um…I think we have a situation" I gulped, wondering how I would tell him that his son had up and vanished.

"Can it wait? I'm a little pre-occupied" He replied in his usual monotone voice.

"No it really can't" I trembled, sure he hated the kids guts, but he was his brother and he couldn't live with himself if The Court of Owls, killed him…or worse…turned him into one of them.

"What is it?" He could hear the sadness in Tim's voice.

"It's about…little D" I nervously said.

"What did he do now?" I could hear the anger creeping up his throat, threatening to jump out.

"He…he's…been taken" I stuttered.

"By who?" He was struggling to keep his monotone voice.

"Th-The Court of Owls" I finally spat out.

"What? No!" He shouted, "What happened?"

"We were on patrol, like normal when he runs off." I explained "He was gone for a while, so I tried his com, but all I got was static. So I went looking for him and I found a pile of dead bodies and a letter."

"Get to the cave now and bring the letter in an evidence bag, I'll get the others to start looking"

Seven Weeks Later

Damians POV

For a week now I've been either strapped to the table or hanging by chains, but whenever I'm conscious it's always pain, pain constant pain. Though I'd sometime wake up with my wounds bandaged, but that only happened when I was on the edge of life or death.

What's left of my suit is in ruins and there is only so much more I can take, I'm trying to cling onto the hope, hope that my friends and family would come kicking down the doors to save me. But even hope was slipping away.

They've used everything from using the fear toxin on me in very high doses to electrocuting me to just plain beating me.

I'm currently strapped to the blood stained table; they've resorted to cutting me, but this time he took the knife and started to cut around the R symbol on my suit. The man turns around to one of the henchmen and hands him the symbol.

"Make sure this reaches the bats and nobody better be able to track it back here, understand?"

"Yes sir" The henchman saluted before quickly walking out of the door.

The man started cutting me and reopening cut that have recently healed soon passed out, due to exhaustion and the pain.

When I woke, I had expected to find myself writhing in agony, but instead I was on a cosy bed in a warm room. Grayson was to the left of me asleep, Drake was propped against the wall with a cast on his right arm, father was to the right of me in a chair and Todd was the only one awake and he was looking at me with a (only slightly) smug smile on his face.

"Mornin' sleepin' beauty" Todd said nudging Drake awake.

"Damian? Damian are you alright?" Drake said leaping towards me and stopping short of bundling me into a hug, instead he held my hand and smiled.

Grayson and father both woke up and were shocked to see me awake.

"What did I miss?" Gorden said as she walked holding a coffee, looking very confused.

"Oh, that is a very long story" Grayson said, holding my hand.

"How are you feeling son?" Father asked

"I am positive that the way I appear answers that inquisition on its own" I said weakly. I hated being so vulnerable.

But something…felt wrong, their faces looked distorted. They all get up and start crowding around me

"No! Get AWAY!"I screamed, but they just got closer and closer. Their faces were dark, dull, void of any felling, drool hanging out their mouths. Their skin started bubbling and splitting, blood staining their clothes.

"W-what have you done with my family?!" I wanted my voice to be strong and courageous, but all came out of me was a trembling whisper.

I tried to fight them off, but they kept coming closer and closer, chanting something.

"Join ussss" They eerily chanted. "Join ussss"

"NO! STAY AWAY!" I screamed as they all started ripping pieces of flesh out of my arms and legs. I screamed in agony, arching my back and kicking them off, but they kept on coming back.

No matter what I did no matter how much I screamed, they kept on coming back.

I turned my head to see Father, my Father, ripping pieces out of me.

"Father, why?" I felt a tear roll down my face; I had given up on fighting them. The pain was gone; all I could see was my family, tearing me to shreds. Dra- Tim, Father, Dick, Barbara and Jason.

Soon there were tears streaming down my face, there was nothing else I could do. I was broken.

Three Days Ago

Bruce Wayne's POV

"Ahhhhh!" I shouted wiping everything from my desk with frustration, there had just been a package delivered to the cave and its contents were sickening.

-Flashback-

"Master Bruce, you have a package" Alfred said, his voice was usually calm and collected, but worries and fear drenched whatever calm that was left. Damian had been missing for two months and everybody I could think of was helping.

"What is inside of it?" I asked

"I think you and the others should come and see, the contents are unnerving to say the very least." His voice was trembling and that only happens when it is definitely an emergency.

"Alright Alfred, I'll go get the others." I said

"Everyone, can you meet me in the mansion?" I asked threw my com-link "It's urgent"
"What is it B?" Tim asked

"We have a package"

"Alright, we'll be there in five" Dick said.

Once they were all at the mansion, Alfred brought then into the living room and showed them the package.

"Sir, if you please"

I stepped forward and opened the box. Rage built up inside of me,

"No!" I shouted, clenching my fists.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" Dick said, breathing heavily.

"Those basterds!" Jason shouted, punching the wall.

"This is all my fault" Tim said quietly, sliding down the wall, he had been leaning against.

Authors Note:

Ooooh and the thickens plot! Sorry if I left this on a cliff hanger, but it needed t be done. (A.K.A It's two o' clockidy mornin' and I'm tired) I feel so sorry for Tim and Damian, because I have no control over what happens in the story. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and remember to review; I'd love to hear some suggestions!