Hi all!

Sorry its been so long. Been super busy and this story just got pushed to the side. But I'm back with another fun chapter. Not the chapter you were probably hoping for. But a fun chapter non the less.

Hope you enjoy!

~ Heartbreakerninja

If he made it back in one piece, Bruce was going to be the least of his worries. Maybe faking his death would actually be a good idea this time…..yeah no; one or all of them would still find him; and then he would really be in for it. Everyone in the house knows that the vehicles in the Wayne collection where Alfred's babies.

He might as well write up his will now.

There were three things you never mess with that Alfred had charge over. The kitchen where he cooks, the people he looks after and the cars in the garage. Either garage. Doom followed anyone who messed with any of the three. Jason never wanted to find out what would happen if all three were ever messed with at the same time. The end of days most likely. God have mercy on the soul of who ever tried.

..…It'll probably be the Joker.

However, right now Jason just had to worry about one…maybe two on the list if he counts himself. The plan sounded like a great idea at the time. Now it just seemed a little bit more stupid….ok a lot more stupid than he originally thought. Of course, he can't blame alcohol or being drugged for this one. His dumb butt did this completely sober. On a dare no less. Stupid Roy and his stupid ideas for a laugh. And stupid him for going along with it.

"Let's take one of the retired bat mobiles for a spin he said; it'll be fun, he said." Jason growled under his breath while he circled the now smoking vehicle.

Roy had jump ship the moment the engine light came on and then subsequently caught fire. The jerk. How was he supposed to have known that the oil was been removed from the vehicle after it was retired? It wasn't like it was up for show! The weapons system was still online for crying out load!

The 1958 Chevrolet Impala had been the first bat mobile. It had originally been Bruce's father's car. Bruce converted it into the first bat mobile after he almost got caught by police in one of his regular vehicles. The Chevy hadn't been driven in years so no one would recognize it or realize it was once driven by the Wayne family. It being an old classic helped hide it even more. It also help with the customizing done to it to make it worthy of being called a bat mobile. It had been retired a few years later for the crazy version everyone always seems to remember; much to the bat family's dismay. The mash up of the 1989 impala and the 1950's Fiat Turbina had not been Bruce's finest idea. However, being a custom home job helped hide the Bats identity better than expected. It was super hard to hide on the streets though from what he been told. Which was why he hadn't grabbed it's keys from the lineup. That and Roy thought the '58 would have been less likely to be noticed missing from the garage.

Well it was going to be noticed missing now! There was no way he could get it home and back in place with a blown engine. From what he could tell the manifold, got to hot and what little oil it had ran below the heat shield. It then ignited into a small flame and spread to the plastic spark plug wire channel and beyond causing the engine to catch fire. However, he would not be totally sure until he took it apart. That is if Alfred ever let him touch it again after this stunt. This is if Alfred let him live.

Just as Jason was contemplating his soon to be premature death at the hands of the family butler, another vehicle pulled up behind him on the dirt road just outside the Manors back gate. The headlights blaring into his face made it impossible to make out the vehicle as well as the driver as he got out of the car. That is until he spoke.

"You know, if you wanted to die so bad you could have just asked Damien to help. At least he'd have mercy on you and make it quick and mostly painless." Came the cheeky reply of none other than Dick Grayson.

Jason groan as he knocked his head into the roof of the still smoking vehicle. As relieved as he was that it wasn't Alfred coming to his aid, the massive IOU this rescue was going to have attached to it was going to bury him.

"Just tell me you know how to fix this?" Jason pleaded. Dick chuckled

"Well lucky for you this particular model of Impala had a defect that caused the engine damage you seemed to have caused. However, from what Roy tells me, you forgot to check the oil in the first place. Anyway, since the engine-going boom is a common enough occurrence I was able to find an engine match to this one. You owe me 4 months allowance by the way. This baby wasn't cheap." Dick answered still grinning as he pulled around what Jason realized as the bat tow truck. Moreover, on the end of its hook was a makeshift hoist holding an entire new (well technically old) engine. Dick could only grin at Jason's flabbergasted look.

"All we have to do is switch them out and then destroy the evidence." Dick said with way to much glee.

Jason just nodded too pleased that he wasn't going to die today. Looks like Roy redeemed himself for getting him in this mess in the first place. As well as ditching him afterword's.

"Well, let's get this show on the road."

"Thanks for the save bro."

"No problem Jay-bird. What are brothers for?"

So hoped you enjoyed. Let me know if you did!

See ya in the next chapter!

~heartbreakerninja