Diana glared at her captives from where she sat tied up against a metal beam. She originally only had a rope going about her torso but after she somehow got lose and kick one guy in the shin and bit someone else she ended up with duct tape abound her legs, arms, wrists wrapped up behind the pole and a piece to cover her mouth.
Clark on the other hand glared at Diana for she was the reason for their even more uncomfortable situation. He was content on just waiting for a recuse, since these people just seemed like low level thugs and not part of some big criminal organisation. Probably just some individuals looking to make some money from kidnapping, desperate parents giving everything they have to get their kids back. Though this was the Justice League so nothing like that would have happen.
This was not the situation neither of them wanted to be in, but at least both Bruce and Barry were out there somewhere hopefully trying to get them back.
This whole mess started when a group of rough looking guys cornered them in an ally using their car to both block and hide what was happening in that ally way. Before even realising what was happening the two biggest guys ran full bawl at Bruce and Barry quickly taking them to the ground hard. While this happened the others grabbed the two smallest of the group and flung them into the back of the van, practically lifting them up in the air. They had tried to fight back but their arms were held tight making them feel as if they were fighting against someone with super strength. So they ended up just kicking at air.
Once they were in the van and limbs were pinned down, getting ready to tie them up with some loose cable only then did the situation really come to them.
They were just kidnapped
How could they, members of the almighty Justice League be taken so easily. It was clear that the abductors had planned to snag the youngest two and left what they presumed the more troublesome ones out in the ally. Oh they were mad.
This is when the rest of the occupants decided to cheer and congratulate themselves.
"Some body guard that was!"
"This is gonna be one hell of a pay day, boys"
"Hell yeah! I can't believe we actually did that"
After ditching the van on the side of some cliff and getting another car they were moved to a second location on the outskirts of Gotham. Some half built construction sight of what looked like it was meant to be some impressive skyscraper before it was left abandoned for some reason. By looking out over the side they could probably guess that they were at least 12 floors up.
And that's where they landed in their current predicament, tied to the iron skeleton of abandoned project.
Diana let out a growl and thrashed in her bindings.
One of them strolled over, grabbing her by the chin forcing her to look at them.
"Don't worry boy, once daddy hears of this and gives us a few mil, you'll be free to go. That's nothing to your family right?"
They smiled letting go harshly and spinning around
"Com' on, we got a call to make"
Bruce was sitting at his desk in Wayne tower looking at some information conserving the bugs his younger self planted the night before. Angrily staring at the screen where the points seemed to converse. There was a bang outside his office door and a seconded later his secretary came stumbling through the door in a panicked demeanour.
"Mr Wayne!" she yelled practically running towards is desk, only to stop short a few feet before straightening her stance.
"Sir, there is a horrible situation" the panic was clear in her eyes and her hands ringed with nervousness. Bruce inwardly signed slowly closing the files he had on the case to not cause suspicion. He blinked up at her putting on his best act to look throw off.
"What? Why? What's happened?"
"Sir we just received a call. It appears to be a group of kidnappers claim to have... your two youngest sons-"
What the hell Bruce thought, eyes actually going wide at her declaration. This has happened more times then he'd like to think, but not a situation like this. Surely they didn't go out fighting again after their conversation the other night. Even they are not that stupid. But then again the kidnappers did call his office which meant they went out as themselves (well not themselves but with no masks). Bruce's mind was already running through all the possible ways to get them back and also all the ways he would yell at them once he got them back. And he was going to get them back.
"-But don't worry! I've already contacted the police and they all over it. They already realised a public statement on the first step about locating them."
Annnd that's going to put a hole in at least 7 plans his already come up with. Now pretty much useless.
"T-Thanks. Um I-I'll go see the commissioner now!" That was a lie. He is first going to see were the other two are and what the hell happened to get them in this situation.
He stood up abruptly and flew to the door grabbing his coat on the way. With the door open he came to a halt and slowly turned his head towards where the shocked secretary still stood.
"Postpone everything until they're back home" and with that left, with the door slamming shut behind him. He had two idiots to find and interrogate.
On the other side of town, in a speeding cab sat an angry little Bruce and a twitchy Barry. Bruce mad because he let himself get jumped by some common thug's and Barry twitchy because one, he was a bit traumatised and two, because he kept mumbling the same pattern over and over again.
"P7G 859. P7G 859. P7G 859..." Barry continued to mumble under his breath. An already seething Bruce snapped.
"Ahggg, would you stop! What are you even trying to do?"
"-59. Shhhh I'm trying to remember the licence plate. Now shush I need to concentrate!" Barry said not even looking up at Bruce. "P7E 59... Ag! Damn it! What was it?!"
"It was P7G 859. Now would you stop your useless mumbling."
Barry looked at him in shock. "If you remembered it tell me! I've been stressing out about that number for the last 5 minutes!"
As the taxi came to a stop Barry looked outside at their destination.
Wayne manor.
"What are we doing here" Barry gasped getting out of the cab "you know what older you said. We can't go into the house!'
Bruce who had paid the driver and was watching them depart down the lane, turned to Barry. "Where would you have liked to go Barry because I'm pretty sure telling that driver to take us to the cave would have been a bad idea" he said with an eye roll and started his walk to the front steps of the manor. "I swear we wouldn't have had this problem if I didn't listen to you all and had given my own car keys to Dianna because 'she can hold on to them better'. What does that even mean-"
"Well technically it isn't yours yet"
"Barry." Bruce sighed "Please." after a moment pause he continued again "and walking here would have taking too long. A lot could have happened to them in that time-" that earned a frown from Barry "we need to find Alfred so he can call... me. He should be in the kitchen preparing dinner."
He pushed open the giant double doors and made a bee-line to where the kitchen should be. Barry had to hurry to keep up and not get lost in the maze of corridors, which is something Barry thought he'd never have to do.
Bruce suddenly stopped. Face five inches from a wall. Barry skidded to a stop in a failed attempt to not crash into the frozen man.
Barry stared at his back. "What's wrong"
Bruce tilted his head only slightly to the right before declaring "nothing" and started walking down the right corridor.
Bruce thought that was weird. There wasn't meant to be a wall there. He assumed everything would be the same. This whole time travel thing hasn't really had that much effect on him. But it was strange how just what seemed to be a simple remodel of this part of the manor could be a reminder that his present won't always be the same (even if he doesn't want it to change).
He'd speed past the familiar family heirlooms and portraits of ancestors long dead, not really paying them any mind. Until he turned into what he hoped was meant to be the kitchen. And that's where the difference really made an impact.
It no longer even looked like the same room at all. A lot brighter, modern and homely. The normally dark and dreary room that was once just used for cooks to make food to be presented to their masters in the dining room, was now scattered with windows letting in a warm light. The out of date kitchen now replaced with modern appliances, including two twin stainless steel ovens and stoves and a large fridge, no longer hiding in the butler's pantry, although he did spot one of the old familiar combustion oven to one side of the benches.
But what really stood out as different was the added breakfast bar that held twelve stools on one side of the large island, as well as the simple round wooden table that sat in front of a large bay window, a vase of flowers sat in the middle of the table obviously from Alfred's well-loved garden.
Speaking of Alfred, there he was. Back facing them leaning against the middle island facing a small TV on the opposite bench. He had a cup of tea and saucer in his hand gripped maybe a little too tightly as his eyes bore into the TV unwavering, his face showing a sort of mix of emotion that Bruce only really sees when he gets back from a partially bad patrol. Disappointment? Fear? Worry? Grief? The TV was at a low volume and Bruce tried to peak to the side of Alfred to see what he was viewing, but Barry pushed past him, alerting Alfred of their presents.
"Alfred! Thank god! We're in huge trouble" Alfred turned slightly towards them before grabbing the remote and turning the TV off. But before he was able Bruce caught sight off what now revealed to be a news program and to the side of the host was the recognisable figures of the boys that their friend's souls were currently borrowing. They were in the same photo. Both dressed in fancy and expensive suits, hair slicked back and the familiar fake smiles he so often puts on himself.
That did not seem good for Bruce. One it looks like they know each other and two it looks like news of their disappearance is already considered high profile news. Now, Bruce still had no idea if them missing was due to them just being kidnapped of the fact that they technically went missing a couple of days ago when they first came to this time period (Even though his older self said he'd handle it).
"Oh heavens, you know being in the manor is off bounds to you two. What are you doing up here?"
"Oh Alfred you would not believe it! We went out for lunch, you know for some team bonding. But we got jumped! I-I don't know how but they took them! They took Clark and Dianna-"
Bruce didn't know why but hearing it out loud, that two of the most powerful league members were kidnapped by some low level (hopefully) Gotham thugs made him want to smirk. Like Barry said it was pretty unbelievable.
"-can you get in contact with Bruce" Barry finished.
"Oh my, yes. I'll get hold of him now" Alfred gasped leaving the room and heading down the hall.
Alfred of course knew what had happened with Tim and Damian thanks to the news program, but no matter how many times this happened and unfortunately it was a lot, it still worried him to death. No doubt Bruce already knew of the situation as well but Bruce was still probably worried about Jason and Dick so he needed to tell him that they are safe and at home.
Bruce back in the kitchen caught Barry's shoulder as he went to follow Alfred out of the kitchen.
"What's up?" Barry asked eyeing the hand on his shoulder cautiously.
"I saw something on the TV" Bruce stated moving back towards the remote on the counter and turning the TV back on. Barry hoped up and sat on the counter and watched in anticipation.
The TV showed a different picture then before. This one was actually two separate photos. It seemed to be their latest school photographs. The host continued the broadcast "-again the two boys were seemed to be taken around 2 pm this afternoon and a call from the kidnappers have been made with them demanding a ransom-" Both Barry and Bruce were staring at the screen intensely. They couldn't believe how fast the kidnappers moved. Clearly a bit inexperienced in this whole thing. They turned back into the program.
"-so if anyone has any information about the kidnapping of 16 year old Tim Drake-Wayne and 11 year old Damian Wayne please contact the GCPD"
...Huh?