"What are you doing?" the man growled out, so deep he might have been the devil.

Jericho was frozen, his mouth hanging open, knowing that he might be dead in the next few minutes. This large man must be thinking that he was raping the mermaid and was probably going to break his neck.

A small boy in a red hoodie squeezed his way in the door before pausing. "Bruce, that guy is raping your son!"

Jericho's mind just broke."Wha...?!"

Upon hearing the name Bruce, Robin looked up at the large man by the door before nearly clawing Jericho, who was still in shock, to death, cooing loudly and full of excitement and happiness. On wobbly legs, Robin stumbled and fell over before the large man scooped him up like it was nothing and held him tightly, looking relived.

"Tim," the man said. "I'm so glad you're safe."

Robin cooed softly, relaxing as he purred loudly. "Bruce..."

Just then Anne came out, seeing them and immediately adopting a fighting stance. "Hey, put the kid down!"

Bruce just looked at her, seeing that her stance was not at all like a person who had been trained. "That's not going to help you, and besides, even if you do attack me, I know Jujitsu."

"Well I know Whoop Your Ass!" Anne started to punch at his arm. "Take that!"

"Whoa, doesn't that hurt?" Billy asked.

"Not at all..." Bruce sighed before grabbing the woman's arms. "I'm not going to hurt Tim; he's my son."

"Son?" Anne paused before setting her hands on her hips. "Oh, alright. Jericho, look, it's Robin's dad. What's wrong with you?"

Jericho finally spoke. "Don't kill me."

"Drama Queen," Anne said. "So, anyways, my boyfriend says that this kid is a mermaid... care to explain?"

"I will explain everything and then you will help me get my other children out of Ocean Waters."

Thud.

They all turned to see that Jericho had passed out.

Dick was feeling a lot better now that he was sleeping next to his brother, their family bond healing them and giving them more strength.

A sound made Jason open his eyes before sitting up a bit to look around. At the second sound, Dick sat up as well. Jason started to growl as they sensed something coming closer to them, another loud bang sounding nearer their tanks.

When the door slammed open, both of them growled and hissed at the man who was standing there. He looked a little like Bruce, but his scent was wrong, the features harder, and they seemed cruel.

Thomas Wayne Jr walked calmly over to them. "So these are the things my brother is so fond off."

Jason bared his teeth, growling deeply."Bruce warned us about you! Traitor!"

"What do you want?!" Dick hissed out.

"My, my, my, aren't you two rude. One would think you'd be happy to meet your uncle after all this time." Thomas chuckled as he walked around the tank. "It's such a shame you two won't be around must longer."

They watched as Thomas pulled out a bottle before pouring it into their tanks. They waved their hands around, trying to keep away from it. Suddenly they couldn't breath. The water was choking them. Dick grabbed his neck in confusion as he struggled it the water before reaching up to the bars, pulling his head up to the open air, gasping.

A second later Jason joined him as they hacked up water. There was a sound and suddenly the sheet of glass was covering the top of the tank. Dick jerked when he felt something touch his... leg?

Looking down, Dick cried out in horror. Legs! They had legs! They were human again! Earlier the thought of being human had been wonderful, but now it was a death wish. The top closed before they saw Thomas turning on the water to fill the tank up to the brim.

"Bastard!" Jason screamed. "Bruce is gonna kill you!"

"Oh, I highly doubt he can." Thomas straightened his tie before turning. "Good day to you, boys."

"Jason, the water!" Dick struggled to keep his head up against the bars. "We need to think of something fast!"

"Pull yourself up," Jason said, looking at him. "You can fit through them, can't you?!"

"Only half way!" Dick looked at them. "But the glass... maybe there's a weak spot!"

"Try it, Dick, and hurry!"

Pulling himself up, he struggled as he forced his upper body past the bars before banging on the glass, hitting it as hard as he could. He scratched and banged, but it wouldn't give. The glass was strong, built to hold them.

Looking down, Dick felt his heart sink. "Jason!"

Jason was under the water, no longer able to fit through the bars to breathe. Dick took a breath before slipping back down to press his lips against his brother's, forcing the air into his mouth so he could breathe. Going back up, Dick repeated this, hoping to keep him alive until he could break the glass. After the fifth time there was no air left so they thrashed, lungs burning horribly as water rushed into their mouths and noses.

Crash!

The water spilled out of the tank so fast that, when it was gone, both Dick and Jason were shaking as they coughed it up. Dick looked up to see a boy about Tim's age standing there with an emergency ax. He dropped it, looking at them in shock before turning away, running off yelling.

"Wally! Wally!" the boy cried. "Wally, come quick, you gotta see this!"

"Are you alright?" Dick asked Jason as he shook.

"Just peachy..." Jason spit out some more water. "Damn, my body hurts... reminds me of when I drowned."

Dick laughed slightly before moaning in pain. "Me too..."

The boy and Wally returned, the redhead looking at them in shock. "What the hell!"

"Swear jar!" the boy cried out, pointing at Wally. "That makes two dollars!"

"Bart, not now!" Wally said, running over to them. "What happened here?!"

"They were drowning," Bart said, following his cousin. "Wally, where are the mermaids? You said they were here."

"Bart, these are the mermaids. Dick, are you alright?"

"Yeah, although I nearly died, but other than that just fine." Dick sat up a little bit, smiling at Wally. "Now that I have legs I can talk to you."

"Sweet!" Wally grabbed Dick to hug him tightly before pushing him out at arm's length. "Dude, you need clothes!"

"I'll get them!" Bart zipped off.

"Dick," Jason said, looking at him seriously. "We gotta get out of here before Thomas gets back. He'll know that we didn't die and come back to finish us off."

"Oh yeah." Dick looked up at Wally. "Do you have somewhere to take us?"

"Sure, my apartment."

Dick nodded at him before Bart came back with some wet suits Jericho used. Dick slipped into one easily, but Jason had a harder time since he was a little bit bigger than Jericho.

Wally had to help them walk all the way to his car. Bart was helping too, but after Jason fell on the poor kid, Wally did most of the the heavy lifting. Or rather, he basically dragged them along.

Who knew that after ten years of being a mermaid their legs wouldn't want to walk?

What they didn't know was that someone was watching them.