They were all tied up. They all had separate chairs. Damian was still bleeding, but it wasn't as bad as before. He was conscious, which was a good sign, at least he was alive. Tim on the other hand was pale, his breathing shallow, he was still unconscious. "Glad you're awake, Grandson. You're a very important part of my plan," Ra's al Ghul said, noticing Damian.
"Why," Damian croaked, "Why do you need all of us? Just take me. Let everyone else go."
Ra's al Ghul laughed, "You really think I'm that dumb, don't you. As soon as I let your family go, they would just find me again and get you back."
"Then at least let Tim go. He's not apart of this," Dick spoke up, "He needs medical attention or else he'll die."
"You are such a good big brother aren't you, but can't you see? Your brother was apart of the plan all along. This was his role," Ra's al Ghul explained, "We don't even need him anymore," Ra's al Ghul began laughing once he saw Dick glaring at him, "Joker!" Ra's al Ghul called, "Come here!" Shortly after the Joker came, his crowbar in hand, "Take him away," Ra's al Ghul gestured to Tim.
"No! You can't take him!" Bruce pleaded, to which Ra's al Ghul smirked.
"Watch me," Ra's al Ghul said in a dark tone. He ignored the other heroes' pleas as he and the Joker untied Tim's unconscious body and dragged him away.
"This is all my fault," The Bat-family looked over to Damian. They could barely hear him his voice was so low.
"Why would this be you fault Damian?" Dick asked gently.
"I- I'm the reason we're all here. I came up with the plan," Damian answered, "My plan. My fault." Bruce stared at his son, unable to believe that Damian would blame himself for something that they didn't even control. Until he realized that is what he would do. It was what he did after every mission that went wrong.
"Damian, we had no control over the actions of the Joker and Ra's al Ghul. It was their choice and their fault. Not yours. Not mine. Nobody's fault but theirs," Bruce looked at Damian, his voice firm and leaving no room for discussion.
"Bu- But Tim. He's going to die because of me. Our brother. My- my brother," Damian began to cry, "I- I'm sorry. I- I've failed you all."
Tim was waking up, barely holding onto his consciousness. "How do we want to… dispose of him?" Tim recognized the Joker's voice. He tried to move, but quickly realised he couldn't. It was too painful.
"I told you Joker. You'll have your fun. This is your moment." Ra's al Ghul was the one to speak. Tim didn't know where the villains were. He could barely see, his vision was too blurry. All he knew was that he was sprawled across a warehouse floor about to be killed. Where was Batman? His brothers? Anyone that could help him?
Tim could barely hold on to his consciousness and couldn't hear as Ra's al Ghul's Last words before he exited the building, "Don't kill him, Joker, or your pain will be twice as much as his."
"We are going to have so much fun!" The Joker squealed. Tim didn't even have to see him. He knew the Joker had his trusty crowbar. He shivered at the thought, 'Just like Jason, I'm going to die just like Jason. But I won't be resurrected this time…' All of sudden, the Joker's crowbar collided with Tim's gut. Tim shrieked in pain, and tucked into a fetal position. The Joker hit him again, this time in the back. Tim shrieked again. Everything stung. Everything hurt. He couldn't hold on for long. The Joker hit him a couple more times. Tim had to think quick, or else he would die. He went still, holding his breath. He was going to trick the Joker. Make him think that he was dead. He could escape. Rescue everyone else. The Joker noticed his stillness and stopped hitting him. He stared curiously at Tim, then smiled, "Pretending to be dead, huh, well we'll see about that!" The Joker pulled out a gun and cocked it. Tim knew it was directed towards him, "If you're really dead, you won't flinch," The Joker said. He pulled the trigger, the bang was loud, almost deafening Tim. He could feel the bullet. It didn't hurt, but he could feel it, "Huh… Guess you're really dead. Ra's is going to be mad I killed another of you birdbrains," The Joker laughed and pocketed his gun and left Tim. Tim sighed with relief, but still didn't dare move.