Thank you L. Vendetta for betaing!

Bruce carried a purring Tim to the car, where he laid his son in the back seat carefully and had to carefully remove his clawed hands from his jacket before buckling him up. After that he waved his hands over the boy's eyes, letting a spell settle into them to ensure no more pearls would come from the tears.

Once that was done, Bruce moved to close the door when Tim stuck his hand out, cooing sadly. Sighing, Bruce ran his hand over his son's hair, smiling before pushing the hand back in only to have it reach out again. It seemed Tim thought he was going to vanish again.

"Billy, will you watch Tim for me?" Bruce looked at the boy in the passenger seat, who had been watching.

"Sure!" Billy climbed over before pulling Tim's hand in. "You don't wanna get that slammed in the door, Tim. Oh, I'm Billy Batson and I'm ten years old and-"

Bruce closed the door, smiling. Billy would keep Tim busy until the drug and the human-life-high wore off, but until then Tim shouldn't be alone. Looking back he saw Jericho and Anne in their own car. She was driving since Jericho had gotten a headache from passing out and smacking his head on floor. Bruce was glad that Jericho had been looking out for his sons. It was a shame his father was no good.

Driving off, Bruce made his way back to Ocean Waters. The joy of getting his sons back was swelling his heart when suddenly he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Something was wrong. Narrowing his eyes, Bruce pushed the car to pick up speed. Something was hammering against his mind like warning bells.

When he pulled up to Ocean Waters, Bruce opened his door to stand up and glare at the place. He could smell Dick and Jason's scent leading away from it. Growling, Bruce got back in, slamming the door shut before speeding off, rolling down the window. Thomas' scent was there. What had his brother done now?!

Making a sharp turn, he heard Billy laugh loudly and nearly winced at seeing the boy rolling around in the back seat.

"Billy, buckle up."

"Aww," Billy groaned before sitting down. "Ouch! Bruce, Tim's clawing my arm!"

"He wants to sleep on you."

"Er… why?"

"Most mer-kids do that. Just pet his head and he should fall asleep."

Billy started to pet Tim's head before he looked ahead, eyes wide. "Awkward…"

Tim's cooing was heard along with his purring until it stopped after five minutes and Billy whispered that Tim was sleeping, but his hoodie was ripped. Bruce promised that he would buy him a new one. He made another sharp turn, and Billy announced that Anne was keeping up with them.

"Wow, she can drive, Bruce!" Billy grinned. "Where are we going anyways? I thought they were at Ocean Waters."

"Not anymore," Bruce growled. "Their scent is this way and so is Thomas'."

"Ohh, that bad man?" Billy looked worried. "What are we going to do?"

"You're going to watch Tim, and I'm going to finish this once and for all."

After getting the two into his home, Wally sighed. "Man, you guys are heavy."

"Hey!" Dick looked at him as he pulled on a gray shirt that had been tossed at him. "I'm not heavy! My legs just don't feel like walking today."

Chuckling, Wally sat next to his old friend. "You know, all those years ago when the boat got here and they told us you were missing, I was so upset. I cried for months and stayed in my room."

Dick put his hand on his friend's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Wally, I really am… it's just after I fell off the boat and Bruce saved me, I wasn't allowed to talk to anyone human. It's against the merlaws for us unless we have legs, and since we do… I can talk to you… and… I…"

Jason rolled his eyes as his brother started to hug and cry with his friend. They all knew that Dick had had a best friend when he was younger and talked about him all the time. Jason really hadn't had a best anything before he drowned, so he didn't understand why Dick missed his friend so much. Bruce had once said it was because they were like family.

Looking around, Jason looked at the kid that had helped him. The kid was eating a large sub sandwich while watching a show called Young Justice. On the table next to the food were papers, and Jason smirked. One thing about the ocean was that he didn't have to go to school and he didn't have homework. Anything they needed to know was taught to them by Bruce.

As the reunion continued, Jason's ears picked up something, and a second later so did his nose. Before he could warn anyone, the door was knocked down and men dressed in black came in, running around, shouting, and attacking them.

Growling, Jason started to fight them, cursing his legs for still being wobbly. Didn't mean he couldn't hold most of them off. Using what he could, he knocked out a good number of men with his brother's help. They could hear Bart screaming in the background and Wally's shouts.

Suddenly Thomas appeared and held up Bart by the back of his shirt. "Enough!"

"Bart!" Wally screamed in horror. "Please, please don't hurt him! He's just a little boy!"

"He's soon to be a dead little boy," Thomas warned, swinging Bart back and forth slowly. "I do wonder what makes so many men inclined to take in trash?"

"Bart's not trash!" Wally yelled in anger. "He's a smart, loving little kid, and he's mine!"

"Oh my, I believe I have heard this speech before." Thomas chuckled. "Now then, Richard, Jason, are you going to come willingly or…"

"Stop!" Wally cried as the man pulled Bart against him, threatening to snap his neck. "Please, just leave Bart alone!"

"It's okay, Wally…" Dick said, putting his hand on Wally's shoulder once again. "We're going to go with him…"

"That's a good boy." Thomas chuckled as his men grabbed them before he threw the little boy at the redhead. "Here's your trash."

Wally glared at him, his green eyes filled with hate as he held Bart close, trying to console the trembling preteen. He watched helplessly as his best friend was dragged away. When the door slammed closed, he jumped up, banging on the door, only to find it nailed shut. Panic rose up in him as he peeked through the peephole, seeing them dumping gasoline on his door.

"Bart!" Wally screamed, grabbing him and his wallet before running to the master bedroom. "We gotta get out of here! Hold on to me tight!"

Bart did, and the next thing he knew he was screaming as Wally held him tight around the waist and leaped out of their window. Falling was terrifying, but Bart had to say landing in the trash below was the worst part.

"Ew…!"

"Ugh!" Wally jumped up. "I think something got into my pants!"

"TMI!"

Bruce pulled up to a large castle-like mansion. He frowned at it, remembering the last time he had been here. Ra's Al Ghul's mansion was somewhere he never wanted any of his children to end up. Growling, he parked in the shadows.

He had to get Jason and Dick. But what about Tim and Billy? Looking into the backseat, he saw Tim still sleeping peacefully and Billy had nodded off on the long ride. Tim was on his stomach, using his hands as pillows, and Billy was using Tim as a body pillow, his small body looking younger in sleep. Letting slip a small smile, Bruce reached out to caress Tim's face for a minute before doing the same to Billy.

They would be safe until he returned with his oldest two sons.

With that, Bruce stepped out of the car before glaring at the large mansion and making his way up the long stretch of stairs.

A few seconds later Tim pushed open the door, his eyes barely focusing on the path that his father had taken. Stumbling a bit, Tim shook his head before following, leaving the car door open and a sleeping child in the back.