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Robin set the group up with a movie almost immediately after returning to the tower. Somehow he felt pain when, instead of fighting against watching the old Disney movie, Jason nearly begged him not to leave when he stood up as the opening scene started.

The tear tracks were still completely visible on the boy's face...

The older teen did not want to leave his younger brother, or any of his siblings, for even a minute, but he had to call Alfred. That was the only way to contact Bruce.

And Bruce was needed to help his obviously hurting little siblings.

Which was why he swiftly walked into his room, opening up the laptop he kept in his closet immediately after entering. He soon set up a video call with the Batcave, waiting for the British man to answer.

It was not a very long wait. Soon, Alfred's worried face filled his screen.

"Master Richard, what is the reasons behind this message? Was there any accident involving the children?"

Dick took a deep breath before answering, guilt lacing every syllable he uttered.

"... Yeah. It's already been dealt with, but... I think they need Bruce. And I don't think they can wait until the end of the week..."

"Of course... I'll get him up now so you can talk to him."

"It was only a few minutes before the slightly angry and very worried face of Batman was seen.

"What. Happened?" the Dark Knight nearly growled out.

"Slade... Somehow, he already knew about them, and our secret identities... And... Found out they were with us..."

Dick stopped to compose himself before speaking again, his gaze anywhere but at Bruce.

"He only had them for a couple of days, but... He forced Jason to work for him, like he did with me, threatening the kids if he didn't obey... It's been hard to get Jay to just stop crying... And he injured Tim... a lot... He's been limping ever since we got them out, but I haven't had time to check to see if there is anything seriously wrong... I know Cass doesn't talk that much, but she hasn't spoken a word since... I haven't been able to convince Damian that they're safe now..."

Looking up at Bruce, he saw only horror o his adopted-father's face.

"I'll be there in an hour."

Dick nearly jumped at this statement.

"How? You're in space!"

"I'm only at the Watchtower right now, I can back on Earth in minutes."

The teen would have argued against the possibility of this claim, but decided against it; this was Batman.

"Fine... See you then, I guess..."

The call was then cut off, allowing Dick to rejoin his team and siblings.

When he entered, though, he was annoyed, but not entirely shocked, to see Roy sitting next to Starfire, an arm over the area of the couch where she sat, Cass sitting silently beside her. As the Boy Wonder drew closer, he was able to make out the archer's words.

"-if you don't have any plans for the weekend, I could always show you how to use a bow and arrow..."

Robin was about to tell his friend off for asking his girlfriend on a date, but a certain young child who was still clutching a butter knife beat him to it.

"Harper, cease all attempts to woo my brother's beloved."

Dick was rather amused to see Speedy suddenly jump a good foot away from the alien princess upon the words. Walking over to the group, he took a spot next to Jason. Turning towards Damian, he spoke to the child as the movie continued playing.

"Somehow you managed to pick up your mother's language despite not seeing her in nearly two years now... Not sure how that happened..."

The child scoffed at him before turning back to the movie. Looking over at Jason, who was staring blankly at the screen, he whispered to the young teen.

"I called Bats, Jay. He'll be here in about an hour."

"Thank you..."

Though Dick was still worried for the children, he decided that waiting for Bruce would be the best solution.

Sitting back, Dick allowed himself to start watching the movie, only being distracted by Damian's occasional comments about how the main character, who happened to be a tabby cat, was far superior to the canine back-up characters.

On the other side of town, in a dark warehouse, Slade glared into space hatefully. The events of the past few days kept running through his mind, more specifically the events of that very night. His glare hardened with every memory of what had occurred. Eventually, he snapped and crashed his fist into a nearby table, the wood cracking and splintering underneath his strength. Growling at the broken table, he turned away from his damage.

"Those pathetic little brats won't get away with making a fool of me..." Slade started mumbling to himself, possible revenges already forming in his mind. "When the time is right, they will know what true pain is..."

"You will do no such thing," a voice growled out behind him, causing the mercenary to pause momentarily. Suddenly recognizing the voice, Slade regained his composure, turning towards the sound swiftly.

"Batman. I had thought you were busy."

The Dark Knight stepped out of the shadows, slowly walking towards Slade.

"Robin called me about what happened."

"Ahh, so he informed you on how he failed to protect your pathetic children."

Unadulterated fury flashed in the hero's masked eyes.

"You will not even mention them, much less insult them."

Slade chuckled as he answered, hiding that he was stealthily pulling out a staff.

"It seems I hit a nerve."

The staff was whipped out, crashing towards Batman, who was now only standing a few feet away. The weapon was deflected, though, with the hero raising a single arm, knocking it out of reach.

"I'm not here to fight you, Wilson," the caped crusader snarled out.

"Why are you here, then?" Slade asked, having recollected himself after the surprise of having his staff merely knocked from his hands.

"To warn you to stay away from my children."

Slade did expect something around those lines from the Bat. He did not expect to be knocked to the ground, the dark hero towering over him.

"You are to never go near them again," he started, his voice full of anger and hatred. "From what Dick told me, you have scarred them all both physically and mentally. If you try anything like this again, I WILL make you pay."

Slade tried to stop the boot suddenly moving towards his head, but injuries gained in the fight with the Titans slowed him greatly, and he was soon unconscious.

As the credits for the movie started to roll, Robin looked around worriedly. Bruce had said he would be there soon, yet more time then an hour had passed and the man was still absent.

This worry was suddenly suspended when Jason slowly got up and spoke, his voice hoarse.

"I-I think I'm going to go to bed now. I'll try not o get kidnapped this time..."

Though Dick was about to suggest the boy wait just a little longer, Jason had already left the room. Feeling a pull on his cape, the teen looked down to see Tim staring at him with wide eyes.

"We don't have to go bed yet, right?" the child asked near desperately.

"I actually think it would better for you to not... Why do you ask, though?"

"I don't want to leave you..."

It was as Dick felt his heart break a little that a sound on the roof of the tower was heard. While the leader perked at the sound, knowing that Batman had arrived, Damian jumped. His knife was instantly out, a dark expression on his young face.

"Wilson has returned," the boy hissed, causing Tim and Cass to look at Dick with fear, believing the possibility.

"No, Dami, it's not Slade," Robin reassured the child, lowering the knife slowly.

"Who is it, then?"

The knife clattered to the floor when Batman stepped into the doorway of the staircase, surprising everyone in the room but Robin. Damian, Tim, and Cass stared in shock at the man before Tim suddenly dashed towards him.

"Daddy!" Tim clung to Bruce's left leg as he reached to man, tears starting to flow down his face.

Cass hesitantly walked over to Batman, clutching the corner of his cape and staring up at him upon joining Tim by his side.

Damian first trotted slowly over to the man, before suddenly breaking into a run, and nearly jumping into his arms. As Bruce held his son, shocked at this behavior, the child quietly spoke into his chest, where his face was currently buried.

"I-I was scared, Father."

Bruce turned towards his oldest child.

"Where is Jason?"

"In his room."

Batman gently placed Damian down, and pried Tim and Cass away from him, promising to be back in a minute. After getting directions to where Jason was residing, the man walked swiftly through the halls until he reached the doorway to his second son's room.

Knocking lightly on the door, he soon heard Jason yell back.

"I don't want to talk right now, Dick!"

Sighing at the young teen's attitude, Bruce answered.

"This isn't Dick, son."

There was silence on the other side for a moment, then sudden movement. The door slid open seconds later, revealing Jason, who had obviously been crying.

"B-Bruce?" the boy managed to choke out before grabbing the man's waist, weeping into his chest.

"I-I had to keep them safe, Bruce! He was going to hurt them!" he managed to choke out between sobs.

"I understand, Jay," the man said gently.

"N-no... you don't understand... I-"

"What don't I understand, Jason?"

"I-I didn't want him to hurt anyone ever again... If Dick's team hadn't shown up..."

As the bawling continued, Bruce realized what the boy meant. He gently placed a hand on his son's raven hair, thanking fate that the child had done something unforgivable.

Bruce spent the night, but was up again early the next morning. The children were all packed, ready to leave with their father, who had decided to let the rest of the League deal with what was left of the original problem in order to be there for his kids. Each Titans said goodbye to the children, worry shining in their eyes as they watched them get back on the plane.

The black air transportation soon lifted off and was in the distance, leaving the teens behind to remember the events of the past few days. After a few minutes of silence, Robin suddenly spoke.

"Well, that didn't go quite as well as planned..."

Sighing, the teen entered the tower, his teammates and friends following him solemnly.

... It is over.

Wow. Never thought I would finish this.

It will be continued in a one-shot collection, which should be published shortly. I'd give it a few days. Not sure what it will be called yet, but be on the lookout.

Thank you, my amazing readers, for going on this journey with me! Hope to see you all soon!