A/N Alas! Chapter seven! I was actually so worried I wasn't going to be able to get this up tonight. My computer has contracted some form of I don't even know what. But I managed! First though! I wanted to thank all of you for sticking with me through this! Waking up to your reviews makes me so happy and eager to write! And Guest, I am getting your reviews! :) 3
And so, here's another chapter. Sorry if it's sloppy and repetitive it WILL pick up!

Laughter filled the beautifully lit ballroom. Music danced in between conversations, couples hung off each others arms while maintaining socially acceptable conversations. At the head of the room, a glass chimed, the music came to a soft halt, and heads turned their attention to the toast.
A long table was set up at the head of the room, in the tables center, sat the affluent Bruce Wayne, a wine glass raised.

"Ladies, Gentlemen, Family, Friends, my wife Talia and I welcome you here tonight to share our wonderful news."

In the crowd camera's flashed, and people looked to one another, whispers floating above them
Bruce's hand moved down to Talia's stomach. The woman looked up at him, her eyes longing and warm.

"My wife and I are expecting another son."

Applause filled the room, and smiles ripped out across faces. Camera's flashed, and people slowly approached the expecting couple, praising them with good wishes.

The scene froze, people stuck in time, as Damian walked through the statuesque crowd. His eyes flittered to and fro, confusion setting in. Who were these people? Why didn't he recognize anybody?
Looking over to one of the buffet tables he spotted-no, it couldn't be...could it?
Jason Todd.
He couldn't have been more than 13, he too was frozen, his head turned towards his right shoulder, checking behind him while he snuck a bottle of hard alcohol into his suit jacket.
If Todd was here, he thought, then Drake and Grayson had to be here as well!
Frantic now, and desperate, he made his way quickly through the frozen crowd checking everywhere for Tim and Dick.
It didn't take him long to find Tim, he was front and center of the crowd. He must have been Damian's age, the boy estimated by his height, and his face was contorted in what looked like bewilderment, his eyes glued to Bruce and Talia.

"Drake?", Damian cried, waving his hand over the boys eyes, "Tim, please, can you see me?!"

He tugged on the boys suit, patted and prodded, trying to break him from his trance. But to no avail.
Cursing, he turned to his parents, and sitting next to them at the long buffet style table, located Dick.
Quickly, he dodged the statues, and ran up to him.
He must have been 15, or 16. He looked so different. His face was young and happy, his hair cut and tidy, nothing like the hippy buisness he sported now.

"Grayson!", Damian screamed, "Richard, I need you, please, I need you to snap out of this at once!"

He waved his hand over his face, tugged at his hair, even went so far as to, reluctantly, slap him. But he didn't move. He never moved.
The tears poured down Damian's face as he looked back at his frozen family. He was frightened. So terribly frightened.

"I need you,", Damian sobbed, "I need all of you."

"Jay!", Dick cried out, jogging up to his younger sibling, "Jason wait."

If there was anything Dick Grayson wanted to do right now, aside from beat Scarecrow to nothing and bring Damian home, he wanted to punch Red Hood in his stupid face.
Jason had the emotional range of a teaspoon, if that. He would always be jealous of Dick, that much was apparent, and he would never forgive him for not handing him the cowl.
But they needed to put that aside. If not for their own sake, then for Damian's.

Jason came to a halt, turning on his heels, his head swiveling dramatically.

"What now?", he asked, a heavy sigh trailing his words.

"Listen,", Dick began, "I know we have our...shall we say, differences."

Jason scoffed.

"But Damian needs us. All of us, and for that to happen, we need to pull together okay? Put all this other crap aside, and get Damian back."

Silence.
Jason's brow furrowed as he contemplated Dick's proposal. It didn't take him long though.

"I'm doing this for him.", Jason assured, "Not you, not Tim, just the brat. Got it?"

Dick nodded, a sigh of relief followed.
At least he had Jason on his side.
How long that would last? Dick had no idea.

"Dick,", Tim's panicked voice came in through his ear peice. Jason looked at him quizzically. "Dick it's getting bad."

Damian opened his eyes, and saw nothing.
The bright room with the ball gowns and tuxedos were brothers gone. Had he dozed off?
He turned to his side, inside the small box, and threw up all over himself. He heaved a good four times before his stomach was empty, his shoulders quivering.
When was the last time he'd thrown up? Had he ever thrown up?
He rolled over on his back again, and wasn't prepared for what he saw next.

Tears rushing to meet his eyes, Damian Wayne screamed for his life.

A/N What better way to end a Saturday night than with a cliffhanger! :D Please review, send your feedback and suggestions or whatever :P