Damian Wayne had been coming back from that wretched hades that they called gym class when he got the feeling that he was being watched. His steps slowed and he glanced from side to side, all the while keeping his cool demeanor.

There was someone coming up behind him. Damian leapt to the side just as something whizzed past him. He focused in on the three men coming towards him, one holding the dart gun that had just launched a dart at him.

Damian scoffed inwardly. The man had missed him by a mile. Just how amateur were these goons? He could take them all out in fifteen seconds flat. After another appraising look, Damian smirked. More like ten seconds flat.

Just as he was bracing himself for the fight, Damian halted mid fist clench. He was supposed to be Bruce Wayne's helpless kid. These idiots were obviously kidnapping him for ransom.

He held back from rolling his eyes. He would have to let these less than stellar thugs kidnap him.

Forcing himself to walk slower, he braced himself for the dart that was sure to come. Instead it whizzed past his head again and landed in some nearby bushes. He rolled his eyes. Just how incompetent were they? He held himself motionless (surely they wouldn't miss this time) and felt the tell tale prick of the dart.

His last thought was 'finally, the buffoons' before succumbing to the darkness.

…..

Damian came to lying on a hard ground with a bag over his head. It smelled like it hadn't been washed since the sixteenth century. Would it trouble them too much to practice hygiene?

He closed his eyes and concentrated on listening to his surroundings. They were going to make the ransom call soon. He sighed. Being Bruce Wayne's ward wasn't making this easy for him.

His fists clenched as he imagined pummeling them into unconsciousness.

The bag was unceremoniously ripped from his head and Damian was jerked up from the ground. Unfortunately, his bound hands prevented him from gouging the man's eyes out.

They plunked him down in a chair and dialed Bruce Wayne's number.

"Bruce Wayne." One of the men began. We have your ward. If you ever want to see him alive again, you'll pay the amount that we tell you."

Damian almost rolled his eyes again. Cliché.

"We want two million for the little brat." The other man added.

"In one hour." The last man tacked on firmly.

"I'll give you one million." Bruce finally said after a brief pause.

Damian froze. How dare he.

Damian leapt from his chair, having already untied his hands almost as soon as the men set him down. Their knots left much to be desired.

He yanked the phone from the shocked man's hand and held it up to his ear. "I'm worth a lot more than one million dollars!"

"Damian." It was clear that Bruce was gritting his teeth. "Now's not really the time-"

Ignoring him, Damian turned back to the thugs and raised his chin haughtily. "You had better ask for at least three million or I'm leaving."

"Wh-what?" Grunted one of the men, intelligently.

"Have you no brains, you twit?" Damian scoffed, quickly losing patience. "Tell Mr. Wayne your updated terms."

"Damian, what in the heck are you doing." Came Bruce's muffled voice from the phone.

The men seemed to find to no reason to disagree with Damian's proposal.

"The kid's right. We want three million." The head thug said, nodding emphatically.

Bruce sighed exasperatedly. There was a pause, a click, and a dial tone.

The men all looked at each other, shocked.

"Did he just hang up on me?!" Damian could not believe his father didn't think him worth three million. Okay, maybe he wasn't the best son in the world, but he hadn't threatened to kill Drake for at least three days so wasn't that something?

Damian scowled and proceeded to walk towards the exit.

"Hey, kid, where do you think you're going?" The head thug asked, starting to come after him.

"Come after me and I'll break every toe on your foot, starting with the pinky toe."

Damian said, not breaking stride. The footsteps behind him faltered and Damian made it out the door and down the street before they tried to follow him again. By the time they got to the street, he was already gone.

….

"Damian, it's been a week." Bruce said.

Damian sniffed. "I'm aware of the passage of time, thank you, Father."

"Why are you still upset? You know that I was right outside with the Batmobile to save you." Bruce added. "I wasn't going to leave you there."

"Oh, that's nice." Damian said. "I'm not worth more than one million dollars to a multibillionaire, but you still wished to save me? How noble."

Bruce reminded himself that he was too old to roll his eyes. He shook his head instead. "If you had actually been in danger I would have paid the amount they asked for. But I had already found you."

"I suppose you wouldn't be willing to give them more than one million anyway." Damian continued on. "Since you're so cheap."

Bruce gave up and walked back down the hallway.

"If you ever get taken, I'm only going to give the kidnappers half a million!" Damian called after him, still indignant.

Bruce just sighed.

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