Title: Demon Noises

Author: Rea Treoni

Rating: T

Characters: Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake.

WARNINGS: Swear words, as always.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Batman related character. They are DC Comics's.

"For the record, I still think this is a bad idea."

"Says the one who actually built a Ghost Radar in less than ten minutes."

"If we're going Ghost Hunting, might as well do it right."

"It's made out of a toaster, Replacement."

"You were pushing me out the door, Jason!"

"You're a disgrace, Drake."

"Tell me something I don't know."

"Stop quoting Selena Gomez, you nerd."

"That wasn't –Oh my god!"

The four Waynes kept on pushing and nudging each other as they walked through the squeaky and broken door. Surprisingly a day off for all of them and somehow, they wanted to spend it by going to the abandoned house by the end of the road from Wayne Manor.

Jason calls it Ghost Hunting. Dick says it's bonding. Damian declares that he's always up to see his brothers embarrass themselves with their idiocy. And Tim likes to play with his gadgets.

"This is so stupid. The bare possibility that translucent appearances actually exist are portentous, and you're all idiots for even consider their existence." Jason rolls his eyes at the ten years old complaining, nudging him with his hip.

"Says the squirt that brought his katana with him."

Damian scowls. "It's called precaution in case something attacks us," he defends, shifting his katana and bringing it closer to his back, "such as real physical bodies of livid and crazy villains we face every day." He didn't voice it but everyone could hear the unsaid 'duh'.

Tim looks around as the two zombies in their group argued. The house was big, that much he expected because it was built in what used to be the richest part of Gotham in the early twenty century. The history about the house changes every few decades, so Tim doesn't have a solid background story that may help them walk through it but it's not as they need information to survive anything, he reassurance himself, because they are in no danger whatsoever, it's just an old house with old creaky floors, and weird faint noises from the ceiling.

Tim tries not to think about the five articles he found while searching about missing teenagers and reported murders inside and outside the house.

The teenager walks towards his eldest, subconsciously trying to seek comfort, when he notices that Dick is a little too silent for his liking.

"Dick?" he tries, and it was on his second try when Dick finally snaps his eyes from somewhere in the ceiling to his brother, blinking in surprise.

"Yeah?"

Just as Tim was about to open his mouth, Jason spoke behind him. "There's a shadow behind you."

And Dick screams. Making Damian scream and jumping on Jason's back. Which made Jason to stop his laughing abruptly and screamed as the non-sharp end of Damian's katana dug into his hip.

Tim just stared at his three brothers screaming and basically crashing with each other.

"Okay, I'm gonna start off with the kitchen, so, call me whenever you're finish, guys." He calls, finally turning on his gadget and starts walking towards the first door on his left.

He could still hear his brothers screaming as he glances around the room. Spiders and dust where expected, though the dead raccoon in the far corner was a disgusting surprise. There was some wrappings of modern candy and crumps from half eaten food. Tim guessed that sometimes homeless people came here to take shelter or even some teenagers that wanted to mess around.

He finds it interesting that most of the furniture is intact. One would guess that the government would take possession of an old abandoned house. Tim wonders about that.

He's playing with his Radar, watching the top light blink its bright red every two seconds lazily, when suddenly there's a scratch sound behind him, as if something had been dragged accidentally by bumping into it and suddenly the Radar goes wild, going from red to green and blinking a lot faster than before, as if it was urging him to tell him something.

"Hello?" he calls, pushing down the lump in his throat. He takes out his flashlight, not feeling safe enough with the sunset light from the outside anymore. "Guys?" he tries again, and the only response is gurgling noises.

He's about to step forward and get the fuck out of that kitchen when something solid dropped in his shoulder.

And Tim screams.

"Holy shit, Replacement! Take a chill pill, I'm not even that pale!" screams back Jason, placing both of his hand over his ears. "If you wanna scream about something, scream at your own reflection!"

"Oh my god –Jason! I never thought I would be so happy to see you!"

"Ouch, just ouch, kid."

"I was walking and seeing stuff, nothing major, the light was red and then the dead raccon and then it was blue and it was sounding weird, and the chair and then the noises and the dragging and then that fucking spider in the ceiling that's probably laughing at me and I swear to Batman –"

"Okay, you're rambling, let's go. You literally broke the rule number one in any Scary Movie ever: Don't wander off alone." The older of the two placed his hand over the youngest once again, pushing him forwards towards the door. "Such a white boy, sometimes, I swear."

"What did you even heard?" Jason asks as they join the other two.

"I swear I heard a Demon talking!"

"I haven't even said a word!"

"Oh my god, not you, Damian! An actual demon!"

"Grandfather is all the way across the world, Drake! He can't be here!"

"Oh my god!"

Dick raised both of his arms. "Okay, alright, if everybody is done freaking out –"

"Says the Dickhead that screamed first not even five minutes into the house."

Dick flipped him the finger. " –I say we all call it a night and off we go."

Jason snorted. "Are you actually telling me you're scared of this piece of shit of a house?"

"Don't insult the Demon's house, Jason!"

"Grandfather's house is bigger than this, Drake!"

"We agreed that we were only going to 'check it out' as long as the sun was out." Remarked Dick, slapping his hand with his other hand, as if made some kind of emphasis. "The sun is down, and I can hear the ghost getting ready to strike, so, let's go."

"Grayson, don't be so childish, ghosts aren't real."

"Oh, then, why, oh why, Brave Little D, are you still hanging from my back as a koala?"

"….Survival."

"Right."

Jason rolled his eyes dramatically. "Look, all I'm saying is that we haven't even move farther than twenty steps into this, and we're here already, might as well check it out."

"Jason, buddy, I come from a long line of gypsies and let me give you some advice," Dick grasps his brother's arm in a dead grip. "This house is fucked up."

"That's not an advice, that's and statement." Interrupts Tim, indignant.

"Yes, thank you, Replacement."

"Guys, I know my shit around the supernatural world, and this one takes the fucking price."

"For the tenth time, ghosts aren't' real!"

"Yeah, okay, Koala D, save your denial comments for yourself."

"This is what I think of your supernatural shit, Dickie." Jason declares and Dick had a bad feeling. "HEY, YO, DEMON SHIT, COME AND FIGHT ME BRAH."

"Oh, yeah, sure, provoke the Demon, Jason, why not!"

"Jason! This is no laughing matter!"

"Todd! If they require a sacrifice as a method of forgiveness, you are the one fulfilling the position!"

"Would all of you just chill for a fucking second, there's nothing to –"

The house suddenly shook. The four tiny humans brace themselves, trying to keep their balance and step closer to each other. Damian still clinging into Dick's back, as Jason grabbed Tim by his bicep and Dick passed his arm around Tim's neck, pressing him close to him.

"Everyone on favor to get the fuck out say 'Aye'."

"Aye, aye, aye."

"Fucking Aye."

"That's not even a word –"

"Getting the fuck out it is then."

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