The guard walked over, and both Skylar and Damian pretended to be horrible traumatized at being found, which anyone who knew either Skylar it Damian knew was near the exact opposite.
The guard snarled at them, with rotten yellow teeth almost making Skylar his in disgust, instead, though, she played it off as a whimper of pain. Yeah, right. Because she was totally hurt...
Actually, now that her adrenaline is wearing off, she felt the exhaustion of the battle wash over her, and felt a stinging sensation in her shoulder, tight about where her shoulder blades are.
Looking down, and once again playing it off as a sign if surrender, she saw that she had dislocated her shoulder, and broke her wrist, which she hadn't done in a long time...That didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell, though.
Damian seemed to be in the same predicament. The tiredness from his Battle catching up to him, and a flare if pain made itself know in Damian's thigh, where Skylar had thrown her ninja star. Wait, why isn't he dying? Aren't Skylar's knives and weapons coated in poison? Not right now. Right now, he was analyzing his injuries, somehow seeming 'innocent and traumatized' as well to keep up the act. He had multiple bruises, a gash in his ankle which he had no idea how he had gotten it, and the thigh wound on his opposite leg.
He supposed he wasn't bleeding out because she thought it would end been good to wrap up anything that looked major before getting into position, something he was very grateful of that as of this moment.
"Pu-Ph-Please!" Skylar fake cried, sobbing into her grimy hands.
Damian, on the other hand, proceeded to look shocked and terrified at the man, and scooted back while whimpering. Man, he was glad that his mother had made him take those acting lessons, pretending to be helpless when he can't kick their heads out of there asses was hard! Well, hard for him at least. He was, after all,basically trained to speak his mind until three years ago, when Batman had taken him under his wing (Damian's 13, and yeah, that was an amazing pun. Don't Judge...).
The guard, if you could even call the pathetic excuse for a man that, just smirked cruelly, and grabbed them by the scruff of their necks, like you would a kitten.
It wasn't their fault they were so small! Nonetheless, the guard them basically grabbed them to a crate, except this one was further away from the others and on the edge of the ship, looking like it might fall over.
"This is what we do to little tyrants like you!" The guard snarled, throwing them into the almost tipping crate before sealing the 'to' shut.
Looking up, both Damian and Skylar saw tiny holes pressed into the roof if the crate, giving them air and only enough moon light to see each other, but only barely.
They quickly realized they were the only ones in this said crate, probably because the others were too terrified to escape, or they didn't have enough room to maneuver around in those crates.
"So...What now?" Skylar asked, sitting with her legs crossed on one side with her head hanging low.
"-tt- I do not know, Elliot, this was you're plan after all," Damian replied, looking at what little moon light illuminated the inside of the actually quite spacious crate.
"Meh," Skylar shrugged, "I usually never actually plan going THROUGH with the plan."
"That is one of the most idiotic things I have ever heard." Damian reprimanded, with his signature scowl ever so present on his face.
"Actually, in hindsight, it's a good thing because it shows that I have many different plans, that have many different outcomes," Skylar corrected, pointing at Damian.
"Whatever you want to believe, Elliot." Damian muttered, crossing his arms.
After that, they stayed in silence, listening to the waves crashing against the hull and the sound of creaking when the crate was in danger if tipping g. To normal kids, this would probably be terrifying, but both Damian and Skylar had been through worse. Not that they would ever, EVER, tell anyone of those experiences.
Slowly, the dim moon light turned into relatively bright sunlight, causing both kids to squint, and sigh.
"You think they know you're missing by now?" Skylar asked, her tone only curious, though that didn't seem to be a norm for her, Damian had picked up on that.
"Who?" He responded blandly, his head between his knees. He missed being able to try and mutilate someone, and it hadn't even been a whole day!
"You're brothers. Duh. Who else?" Skylar responded rhetorically, though it seemed a little half-hearted
"Probably not. I have a...tendency to sneak out. This is nothing." Damian answered, and there was a slight wary tone to his voice that made Skylar wonder if Damian's brothers gave him enough, uhh... What's the word? Attention? Yeah, that's it. She wondered if Damian got enough...attention...at the infamous Wayne Manor. The thought seemed so foreign to her, so she let that thought be.
She only hummed in response, and they once again went back to the oddly comfortable silence.
Eventually, after another day or so, they were roughly dragged out. They were malnourished, but that's to be expected. They had gotten little portions for dinner and breakfast, but that was about it. Wasn't the worst they've ever had.
Putting on the 'terrified Child' facade was rather hard for them, seeing as they were used to being up front and personal, but not impossible.
The only thing that really made them keep up the facades was knowing they could solve whatever this was and them part ways.
Trust him, Damian wanted as far away from Skylar as possible. For one, he didn't really like people in general, two, she knew his identity and he'd rather her not, and three, she reminded him of something he couldn't remember... something important.
Skylar, on the other hand, was both perplexed and confused. Damian didn't seem to know her, and she didn't know him, but he reminded her of something, something see couldn't exactly place her finger on, and she didn't like not knowing things. Just as well, Damian and she seemed to be able to communicate without talking, and it made her frustrated that she didn't know why.
How they all realized this while being grabbed by the scruff of their necks after getting thrown out of a seaborne shipping crate really was a mystery, but they've learned to not question it. They seemed to work better with chaos surrounding them, anyways.
They stayed quiet, well, as quiet as they could get when they had to act like petrified, whimpering, injured teenagers. So basically, how they were supposed to act for their age.
Skylar was thinking about how she's never going to get the money Penguin owes her freely, now that she hasn't done what was asked, but who could she blame? She was always curious. But, as everyone knows, curiosity killed the cat.
Damian was thinking about if his brothers would've noticed his absence. Probably not. By now, they should be used to him disappearing for days, sometimes been weeks, on end. During those times he was usually staying with his team back in HQ, but they didn't know that.
The two guards that were holding them eventually parted ways at a crossroads, the guard holding Damian going left, a d the guard holding Skylar going right.
They probably should have thought about what would happen if they were separated...Regardless, they were on their own now and had to hope to God that the other had the same plans as them, which had about a 1 in a billion chance that would ever happen. Yay them. Note the obvious sarcasm.
Damian already had come up with a plan on the fly, analyzing his surroundings and his chances of being able to fight off the guards. Believe it or not, he actually knew he had limits. Sometimes...
Damian was taken to what looked like a miniature jail in want he guess was the East Wing if the palace looking building he was brought into.
The worst part about it was that he did get a look of the building and its surroundings while he was producing fake tears at being 'kidnapped' but the only thing he saw other than the palace like building was water. Lots and lots of water. Which meant he was on an island, and that meant that he couldn't just escape like he had previously planned to.
The East Wing actually was a miniature prison it seemed, except all the inmates were boys ranging from the ages of 2-13, which meant that Damian was one of the oldest here. The bad part of that was that whoever had assigned the men to 'kidnap' them, was going to be hardest on the oldest to make an impression on the youngest about what would happen if they misbehave, that was common logic. You find the guy in charge, take him on, and then you rule the pack.
Skylar was led down the West Wing, and that also seemed to be a miniature prison, except the prisoners were all girls. She also seemed to realize that she was one of oldest, and the disadvantages that came with that.
She was roughly thrown into a cell with someone else, another girl around her age, and Skylar realized how much harder her make-shift mission was going to end up being.