Ch. 10

Jason smiled with undisguised feral glee as he shot another zombie in the head. "Twenty-six! What number are you losers at?"

"I am at twenty-seven Red Hood, which makes me the superior Robin."

The little runt had it coming, he was definitely going to step up his game now. No way was he losing to the Demon Brat. In the back of his head, he could practically hear Dickhead scolding him and demanding that he try and be nice to Damian. Damn, Dick was his conscience now. The little angel sitting on his shoulder. He really needed a vacation.

Grabbing a grenade of his belt, Jason yelled, "Fire in the hole!" Before ducking behind a tree. Looking at where there used to be at least fifty zombies, Jason smirked at Damian gloatingly. "I believe that I win."

Damian snarled, but luckily Bruce interrupted before the kid could attack. "A grenade? Really? We'll talk about this when we get home." Jason decided that he rather deal with a blood-thirsty Damian than another lecture from Bruce.

The team had been fairly quiet so far. Jason could understand. As long as they were blowing up zombies, the team couldn't really say anything. The zombies were already dead after all. Their job was to keep them from killing Ra's.

From his place besides him, Tiny Tim cleared his throat. "Guys. Ra's base should be straight ahead."

"Good. It's time for some payback."

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Dick stared defiantly up at Ra's al Ghul. The man had had his subordinates drag him to a base where he was stripped naked and put into new clothes that were way too big. From there, he was dragged to a new base and dropped at the feet of the leader of the League of Shadows. His glare was only lessened in effect by the fact that the collar of his shirt slipped off of one of his shoulders.

"Ah. Richard Grayson. Has my grandson been treating you well? I hear that he is particularly fond of you."

Dick rolled his eyes. He was not going to start a pissing contest with this man. "Bruce will come for me, and he will defeat you."

Ra's had the nerve to laugh at him. "While I have no doubt that the Detective is desperately searching for you, there is over forty-two thousand square miles of rainforest in Ecuador. Even the Detective will find locating you difficult when all bugs on your clothing were taken in the opposite direction. And there is the small matter of your parents roaming around, now isn't there."

Dick's glare intensified. "You know as well as I do that Batman always has a plan. Even when it's to protect him from himself."

"Ah yes. Your precious little team. I hear that you've taken on quite the mentoring role. What is it they call you again? Den Mother, was it?"

Dick growled but said nothing. Ra's was baiting him. He needed to stall. "Where's Talia, Ra's?"

"What business do you have with my daughter?"

Villain officially distracted. "Just curious, she's usually waiting front and center for her 'Beloved'. That and I want to have a word with her about boundaries. You don't sleep with your son's brother. Even if you're technically not related. That's just all kinds of wrong."

"It appears that you know something that I do not. Although, I hardly find that such trivial matters should be the center of our discussion right now. Talia! Bring in the parents! Perhaps then Richard will feel more inclined to answer my questions."

Dick watched with his stomach churning in horror as Talia led in multiple zombies. Two of which, were noticeably wearing leotards. Dick couldn't help it, he turned to the side and vomited. He was going to have nightmares for weeks because of this.

Dick looked up at the smug smirk on both Ra's and Talia's faces. "Don't give yourself too much credit. I have a severe concussion. I've been puking all morning."

Ra's seemed to be mulling something over. "Richard, earlier you said Batman always has a plan, but you weren't referring to the teenage heroes were you?"

Dick smirked but otherwise said nothing. Ra's took that as an affirmative to his question. "There are no trackers on your person, which means…"

The doors exploded open and his family and the team stormed in.

Dick's smirk grew. "I swallowed it."

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Dick scrambled up a pillar and into the rafters. At this point, he was just in the way and knowing Ra's, he might become a hostage and bargaining chip. Dick's shoulder ached terribly, but he swallowed down the pain and watched the battle.

It appeared that the team was handling the zombies while his family handled Ra's and Talia. Which was probably a good thing, because there was no way that they could handle having to kill them, even if they were technically already dead. Dick just hoped that they would not mutilate the bodies too badly.

Dick watched as Damian delivered a powerful roundhouse kick to the side of Ra's face. The Demon's Head fell to the ground, dropping his sword in the process. Damian kicked the sword away and advanced on his Grandfather threateningly. "You caused pain to my family!"

"I did it for you! You deserve to be at my side when we cleanse the world. Your father should have joined us long ago, I am just forcing his hand."

Damian raised his sword above his head. "No. You did it for you."

Dick covered his eyes with his hands as Damian's sword made a downwards arc towards Ra's head. When he heard the sound of a gunshot and metal skidding across the ground instead of decapitation, Dick peeked through his fingers. From the looks of things, Jason had literally shot the sword out of Damian's hands.

"Kid. We agreed. Nobody dies today accept the zombies."

Damian gave a grudging nod before once again turning to face his grandfather and delivering a swift blow to the head, rendering the man unconscious. "For this, I am better than you will ever be Grandfather."

Dick agreed. Damian was a way better man than Ra's was, and he wasn't even a man yet. Seeing that the battle was over, Dick scampered down the pillar. "I told you my plan would work Boss!"

A lot of angry eyes turned to face him. Oops. "Too soon?"

Jason scoffed. "Let's get out of here. I'm sure there's a jet we can borrow around here somewhere."

Tim scrunched his nose up adorably as he looked at the zombies littering the ground. "I'll go find some coffins, or at the very least some body bags."

Dick watched as everyone walked away from him. "Wait. What did I say! I'll take it back! Come back! Please? Hello!"

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A/N: Only the Epilogue is left. And I think that it has a plot twist that nobody will see coming. Unless your psychic. Or maybe I'm just less of an evil genius than I give myself credit for.

Please, let my know what you think!