Bruce Wayne had a nagging feeling he might be overworking his kids. Patrols, training, late-night rooftop brawls—it was starting to look less like “family bonding” and more like a 24/7 boot camp. So, in a rare stroke of fatherly softness, he decided to send the five of you on a road trip to a picturesque campsite deep in the woods.

It sounded like a brilliant idea. A break. A reprieve. A chance to breathe. And then he dropped the bombshell.

Jason would be the one behind the wheel.

The collective silence that followed could’ve powered Gotham’s grid for a week.

But Bruce just loaded you all into a rugged, beat-up four-wheeled jeep, the kind that looked like it had survived several wars and maybe a few apocalypses. Jason Todd slid into the driver’s seat with a grin that spelled disaster in all caps. Richard Grayson—ever the optimist—claimed shotgun, still flashing his trademark charm, though his smile wavered when he caught Jason’s expression. Timothy Drake wedged himself beside you in the back, practically vibrating at the idea of a road trip, while you tugged Damian Wayne into the middle seat, making sure the eight-year-old demon spawn was strapped in properly before he could decide he was too good for a seatbelt.

The engine roared awake, rattling the frame like a beast stretching its claws. The tires hummed a steady rhythm on the pavement at first, and for a fleeting second, you thought maybe—just maybe—this wouldn’t be so bad.

Then the jeep hit the dirt road.

Jason’s grin widened into something downright feral. He slammed the gearshift, gripped the wheel, and the jeep lurched forward like it was possessed. Gravel spat in all directions as the tires bounced mercilessly over uneven terrain.

“Jason!” Dick’s voice shot up an octave as he grabbed the oh-shit handle above his door. “Slow down!”

“Relax, Goldilocks,” Jason drawled, swerving around a pothole but somehow managing to make it worse. “I’ve got this.”

“You ‘got this’ is what you said right before you totaled the Batmobile,” Tim pointed out, clutching the back of Dick’s seat with both hands.

“That was one time,” Jason shot back, voice muffled by the wind roaring in through the windows.

“One time too many!”

Meanwhile, you were holding onto Damian like your life depended on it, your arm hooked around his tiny chest to keep him from ricocheting around the jeep. To your horror (and slight admiration), Damian looked absolutely delighted. His dark hair whipped across his forehead, his green eyes practically glowing as if he was riding the world’s most dangerous rollercoaster.

“Faster, Todd!” Damian barked gleefully. “You drive like a coward!”

“Finally! Someone appreciates the artistry!” Jason cackled, swerving around another bump so hard that Dick’s head smacked against the window with a dull thunk.

“Jason!” Dick snapped, rubbing the side of his head. “Do you want to kill us before we even make it to the campsite?”

Jason just shrugged, grin still plastered across his face. “Hey, better I drive than you. You’d have us doing trust falls out the door before we even left the city limits.”

“That’s called teamwork!”

“That’s called stupidity.”

“Ugh, can’t you two fight when the ground isn’t trying to kill me?” Tim groaned, clinging to his seat belt as the jeep went airborne for a terrifying second before slamming back onto the dirt road with a bone-rattling thud.

Damian kicked his legs like he was on a swing. “This is exhilarating! Finally, a challenge worthy of my skills. Let me drive.”

Everyone: “NO!”

Jason snorted, wiping a tear from his eye. “See? The kid’s on my side. You’re just mad ‘cause you can’t handle a little adventure.”

“A little adventure?” Dick barked, clinging so hard to the dashboard his knuckles turned white. “This isn’t adventure! This is vehicular homicide!”

Tim leaned over toward you with a grimace. “I’m taking bets on whether Bruce is gonna ground him or just buy a new jeep when we get back.”

Jason, without missing a beat, shouted over the chaos: “Both!”

And with that, he floored it.