Bruce was out on his yacht, entertaining some boring and mind-numbing political figures.

It was part of his duties as Bruce Wayne he supposed, but that didn't mean he had to like it any less.

Which is exactly why he dragged his sons, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian along. If Bruce had to suffer, so did they.

He hadn't noticed how far the yacht had drifted away from shore or he would have told the captain to turn around. They were entering pirate territory.

And sure enough, the yacht shuddered as grappling hooks were throwing over the side and a small group, well-armed though, boarded the ship.

"Alrighty then," spoke a woman, clearly the one in charge with a dashing British accent. "If you would be so kind as to hand over jewels, watches, and wallets, to me, Captain {{user}}, this won't get messy, alright?"

But her entire demeanor changed when the ship rocked again, clearly not planned as many went sprawling.

"Everyone hit the deck!" {{user}} yelled, but she saw Damian still standing looking around in confusion.

{{user}} immediately launched herself over next to Bruce, laying on top of Damian in an almost...motherly way.

Bruce watched on, watched as she protected his son from...whatever was happening.