A/N And here we go! Chapter Eleven! I'm sorry I didn't update on time ;-; But here it is! First though, I want to aplogize. I got a Guest review this morning, saying how I mistreated Tim, and all that. I'm not going to apologize for what I wrote, I will apologize though, if people are offended by what I wrote. Anyways, onto the chapter!

"Gotham Bay."

Their voices all rang out at the same time, and just as fast as the words left their mouths they split up. Dick and Jason ran over to the supply table, clicking on their belts, and grabbing the keys for the Batmobile. Tim was in the midst of grabbing his belt when Dick stopped him.

"No.", he said firmly, "I need you to stay here. Get Alfred down here, and prep the medical bay, we're gonna need it, and call Stephanie, give her our location and send her our way. Jason and I will handle whatever is going on at Gotham Bay,"

Tim looked pissed, but he nodded nonetheless. This wasn't the time to argue.

With their hearts pounding, Jason and Dick ran over to the massive car, and quickly put themselves in it, locking themselves in.
It didn't take long for the car to start, and take off down the runway, out into the streets.

"Not me...I'm a sky kid...I'm up in the air...about you for fair..."

Damian's weak voice rang through the empty room. He lay on his back, his eyes closed in the nothingness that surrounded him.
He couldn't remember where he knew the song, it was one he didn't even have on his music player, yet he sang it. His voice sad and broken.
The hallucinations seemed to stop, and this time they didn't come back. But, it didn't make him feel any better. He was covered in his own sick, and he was almost one hundred percent sure he'd wet himself. But he didn't care. His heart felt like a giant sore beating in his heart, and his throat was raw, and his body shook. The only thoughts he had were thoughts reminding himself to breathe.
How was he going to get out?
How long had he been there?
Did anyone even realize he was gone?
Did they care?
Would they care after everything he'd done?
He decided it was best he just lay there. He'd given up.
Damian Wayne, had given up.

"Daamiannnn."

He reluctantly sat up, fear peircing his heart. Not again. Please, God, not again. No more.

"Damiaannn! Are you in here?!"

He sat on his bottom now, and pushed himself backwards, until he hit a wall. He brought his hands to his ears, and slowly rocked back and forth.

It didn't take long for them to get to Gotham Bay, and once they arrived, Stephanie was already waiting, arms crossed.
The boys jumped out of the car, and ran up to meet her.

"Tim filled me in,", she said, "The yard is divided in three. You guys take the sides, I'll take the middle. Tear every door off the damned place, and bring him home."

Dick and Jason just looked at each other, and nodded before splitting up.
Dick went left, and Jason right.

Gotham Bay was built by an idiot, Jason decided. There were towers of cargo scattered about the area, not in any kind of order at all. He didn't even know where to start.
He picked the one closest to him, and began tearing the doors off. He went through this same routine for about half an hour before he came across a trail of clear wires. The danced through the gaps between the cargo containers, and zig zagged up the isle.
Confused, he stopped ripping the doors off , and followed the trail.
It didn't take him long, surprisingly, to come to the end of it.
The color left his face, and his legs suddenly couldn't hold him anymore.
A cargo box sat, among all the others, but on the front door, a sloppy black 'X' spraypainted sat tauntingly, and around the place, sat bombs. There must have been ten, at least.

Jason ran over to the door, and began banging on it loudly.

"Damian!", he screamed, "Damian are you in here?"

He pressed his ear against the metal box, and listened quietly. There was a quiet shuffle from inside, the box, and a soft thud.
There was his answer.
He reached up and hit his earpeice.

"Dick, I found him! I'm going in!"

"Jason, wait th-"

But he didn't wait for the response. He clicked his ear peice off again, and just like the other doors, he ripped it off. An ungodly smell wafted out of the room, and Jason gagged. He peered into the darkness, and found Damian against the back wall. Trembling. He looked so vulnerable, so weak, so scared.

"Damian,", he called, "Damian it's okay, it's me, Jason."

The boy didn't say anything, he just moved his hands over his eyes, and began to shake his head, muttering something to himself.

"Damian, buddy, little D, we've got to get out of here okay? I'm gonna bring you home.''

He stepped into the cargo hold, and without stepping on a wire, or anything, there was a loud beep, and a small red timer on the wall began to count down from thirty.
Jason cursed, and ran into the room.

Twenty-Seven.

Damian let out a loud shriek, and fought against Jason. He could feel the dampness of Damian's bodily fluids against him as he lifted him in his arms.

Twenty.

He turned around to run, but Damian was wriggling too much to be able to do anything. He was screaming incoherently, and was punching and kicking Jason.

Fifteen.

He threw Damian over his shoulders, holding onto his kicking legs, and made a sprint for the door.

Ten.

Time seemed to slow down as he approached the entrance. He could see the clock up ahead.

Three.

They weren't going to make it.
He swung Damian down off his shoulders and sheilded himself over the ten year old's writhing body.
There was a final click, and Jason was sure he could hear Dick screaming as the bombs went off, and the cargo box exploded.

A/N HOLY CLIFFHANGER BATMAN! Hahahaha! Whaddya think!? Please review, feedback, blah blah :P Hope you enjoyed! There is more to come! :D