It was dark all around him . Tim found out he was in a moving vehicle and that he was bound to the demon spawn which meant future hours of torture listening to Damian demeaning him and a snowball's chance in hell of escaping.
Damian: We woud not be in this situation, Drake if your fighting skills would have been adequate.
Tim: We would not have been in this place, gremlin, if you simply followed the plan.
Silence there! The assasin from beside the driver ordered in a no-nonsence tone of voice. Tim decided to dub him 'angry'.
Damian: You dare insinuate that it was i who...
Tim: Yes i dare! Now let me think. Talia still cares about you, although weather as a posession or a child is debatable and Ra's has this weird...fixation on me. Maybe we could trick them...
Damian: I refuse to pander to the wishes of criminals, Drake not even to get rid of your atrocious company.
I sayd quiet! Angry was at it again.
No, this could not go on...
Hey Mr odd-jobs assassin, can you kidnap me in a seperate car away from him! he sayd pointing at Damian. Tell Ra's about it...
No answer came...
Tim: Stop the car, I have to pee!
Hold it in sayd nonchalantly the assasin driving the car. Looks like Mr Callous and Angry formed a club of heartless jerks.
Damiam:Don't you dare empty your bladder at a time like this, Drake!
He was stuck with Damian. The brat who despises the very sight of him, who gave him depression was the one Tim had to protect right now. Now he started regretting not listening to his impulse to kill himself last night. But no, he could never do that to Bruce , not when his very heart was at stake...
To alleviate the pressing suicidal thoughts, Tim tried to think of something else, humming a happy song he heard on the internet. Damian seemed irritated by it. Two birds with one stone.
Alright Tim, think. Ra's al Ghul has bases all around the world where Lazarus Pits could be found. They could be going to Nanda Parbat, or Switzeralnd...or the Himalayas. The possibilities were endless.
Once they reaches their destination they were greeted by Ubu who blindfolded them and lead them through a series of tunnels, which Damian already knew like the palm of his hand, until they reached a mausoleum like room and thier blindfolds were ripped off.
Suddenly Talia al Ghul leaves her place in the shadows and runs to Damian's side hugging him tightly. Damian stiffens than relaxes and hugs her back. Ah, the joys of devided loyalties.
Talia: I would see you later, Damian.
After Talia leaves the room a silky voice could be heard:
Subh prabhat detective, grandson.
The Himalayas then.
Grandfather, your hospitability leaves much to be desired.
Ra's is merely amused and says: Show respect to your elders child. Then starts approaching Damian.
Tim swallows dryly and stepps in front of the baby bat, intimidately.
Tim: I hate agreeing with Damian but you could have called instead of kidnapping us, you know.
Ra's looms over Tim and put his cold hand on his cheek: Would you have answered, troubled little bird.
Damian: Drake, what does grandfather mean by troubled?
Ra's: Merely that i took every precausion to ensure the two of you would have everything you need. Wouldn't do for young Timothy to forget his pills again, would it?
That bastard was spying on him, for possibly over six months. What's next his psychiatrist was secretly working with the League of assassins? Tim's life was a series of catastrophies so it wouldn't surprise him.
Damian: Are you shaming our father further and taking illegal drugs, Drake?
Wasn't it sad when his own archnemesis knew more about his mental health than his own adopted brother?
Ra's al Ghul looked like he was enjoying the scene.
Tim: Medicinal pills, brat.
Damian: What for?
Tim: None of your business, demon.
Ra's chides them: Is that any way to act towards brothers, gentleman? After all you'll need both your strenghts to survive the trials...
Tim: What do you want with us, Ra's?
Ra's: Why detective i merely wish for what is mine for the taking: my heir. I am indeed curious which one of you will triumph over the other. But do not fret child, after all the defeated has a place at my side as my heir's advicer.
Spending the remainder of his life telling Damian to stop being stupid, only to be rebuffed at every turn...he could not imagine a worst fate.