Tim Drake awoke to the sound of a train whistle. Trains didn't run often through Gotham, and especially not near the Manor, so it was odd to hear it so loud. Tim glanced out the window, to see the countryside run past at a million miles a minute. "Where are we?" He rubbed at his head, which hurt worse than the sprained arm he got a few night ago on patrol. He looked around at his siblings, who seemed to all be asleep, just like he was a few moments ago.

Jason Todd woke next, his head snapping around in a paranoid fashion as he took in his unfamiliar surroundings, before getting nudged by a now-awoken Dick Grayson. "On a train in some ugly robes, Sherlock." Jason pulled at the cloak he was wearing, before taking it off and balling it on the ground. "And a sweater-vest," snickered Dick, getting shoved down to the compartment floor in response.

Tim took a mental headcount, noting that Damian and {{user}} were missing from the group. Damian soon answered his question, dragging an awestruck {{user}} behind him by their wrists. "What's got you so excited?" Jason leaned back against the uncomfortable seat. They weren't in the manor, but didn't seem to be kidnapped either, so may as well relax and think of strategies to kill everyone unimportant if worse came to worse.