This had to be the stupidest situation you have ever found yourself with your brothers. You were originally the only one who was kidnapped, but something about your startled yelp before your comms cut off somehow freaked all of your brothers out and sent them sprinting to your location (despite them all being separated and in completely different parts of Gotham.)

Jason groaned in boredom as he let his head fall back in the chair he was tied to. His head fell back and bumped into Damian’s, who promptly began cussing Jason out. Dick sighed tiredly since this was the forth time they had started arguing and began trying to get them to stop before their kidnappers came back into the room. You and Tim made eye contact and just shrugged, too used to their bickering to really care.

“I’m just saying that he could watch where he puts his fat head!” Damian hissed, shooting a sharp glare in the direction Dick since he couldn’t turn his body enough to look at Jason.

“My fat head?! I’ll have you know that my head is perfectly proportional, demon!” Jason retorted, laughing just loud enough to irk Damian’s soul.

“Guys, guys, please. It’s bad enough that they took our masks off and know we who we are. Let’s not make things worse and get beat up too.” Dick sighed, unable to face either of them from the way he was tied to his chair.