Yes, it's short, but I feel like I had to get this up before I forgot about the story entirely.
Roy flopped down in front of the TV, tub of vanilla ice cream in hand as he turned on MTV. His biology teacher had flipped out on him today because the instructions were unclear and he'd screwed up, he'd almost crashed in drivers ed, and he'd forgotten a major essay on 'writing with insight' was due today.
All in all, a shitty day. Still, MTV and ice cream could fix anything- mostly. He allowed a small smile to grace his lips and turned up the volume as Shakira started singing She Wolf- god, that woman had a body.
He took his first spoonful of ice cream. Maybe today wasn't all bad.
The music was loud, and he was so absorbed in... ahem... grading... Shakira's 'dancing' he didn't notice when the window to his right opened a crack. Nor did he notice when the brown eyes stared at him with hatred through it.
On the contrary, actually, the only thing he noticed was the sharp pain in his arm a moment later.
The ice cream and spoon clattered to the ground and he grabbed his upper arm, shocked, as tendrils of white-hot pain shot out from... was that a dart?
He quickly pulled it out, shocked. Who the hell would hit him with a dart?
It was then he realized his vision had started blurring, he was feeling shaky, and he knew all too well he'd just been drugged.
The last thing he saw was a shape above him before he lost consciousness completely.
"Can't catch me!" Scarlet yelled, running out of the limo with her backpack slung over her shoulders, disappearing into the three car garage of Wayne Manor.
"Wanna bet?" Dick laughed, running in after his little sister. That was one bet she'd loose...
There were numerous boxes of car parts and craftsman wheeling tool chests at once section of the garage, blocking it from view, and Scarlet quickly ducked behind it, intent on hiding from her brother to start their afterschool training.
She stopped dead for a moment, though, almost running smack-dab into the man in wrinkled dress pants and a white shirt. She had no idea who he was, but before she could move he'd seized her, forcing a vile smelling cloth over her mouth and nose. It was all she could do to desperately flail, managing to knock a wrench off the work bench, before falling into the man's arms, unconscious.
The wrench hit the ground with a clang, and Dick perked up, noticing it.
He grinned. Scarlet wasn't usually this careless, but she'd done it noe. There was no way out of the dark area by the work bench except straight out- he had her cornered.
He lunged behind the corner, expecting to grab his sister and beat her at her own game., tickle her until she cried Uncle. Instead, he collided with someone who grabbed him, slamming a cloth over his mouth and nose. Chloroform. He gasped in shock before his knees buckled and he, too, laid on the ground, unconscious.
The man walked forward, opening the door to a silver mustang and carrying Scarlet over, sitting her in the back and buckling her in gently. He didn't want her to get hurt-yet. To anyone else, she'd look like she was asleep.
He dragged Dick over, next, before setting the boy down, placing a textbook in his lap. He'd look like he was reading.
He moved to the front and got in, then, sitting next to an unconscious Roy. The boy had earbuds in, though no music was playing- the scene just looked like a father driving his three children home from school.
Everything was coming together beautifully. He pulled out if the drive, then, after making sure the butler was out of the way- today was the day.
"Hey Roy." Oliver said, closing the door to the house behind him. In his hands he held three Burger King bags- he'd chosen to surprise his favorite meal tonight, since his son had texted him his day totally sucked.
"Roy?" he was surprised there was no answer. Normally Roy would be waiting for his surrogate father to get home. He heard the TV in the living room, though, and smiled. The kid probably hadn't heard him over the noise.
Well, he'd fix him. He jumped into the room, yelling at the top of his lungs.
He was silent a moment later, slightly baffled when Roy hadn't jumped up, surprised, by the sudden noise. In fact, Roy wasn't even in the room.
Now he was nervous. Where was the teen? Was he passed out into the bathroom, sick or something?
He jogged upstairs, feeling the sense of urgency that'd been creeping up on him increase tenfold when he found both his son's room and adjoined bathroom empty.
"Roy?" he trooped back downstairs. Where was the kid? He had a feeling, something deep within his gut, that something was WRONG. Really wrong. It was then he noticed the tub of ice cream, which had long ago melted, on the floor beside a spoon. On the couch cushion was a... dart?
His already hammering heart picked up speed and he snatched up the small, pointed weapon, seeing the dried crimson on the tip and KNOWING, as all fathers do, that something horrible had happened here. His worst fears had been realized.