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This is pre-reboot with a few elements of the reboot because I refuse to accept that Damian died and I swore off the new 52.

"Drake, wipe that grin off your face."

Tim swiveled around in his chair, trying to hide his smile at his brother's misfortune. The plane had hit a bad spot of turbulence and Damian spilled his cranberry juice all over the front of his pants. Dick was trying to help wipe it off with a napkin and Jason was laughing so hard, he snorted. To say that Damian was unhappy would be an understatement.

"No need to be a sourpuss, Dami," Dick chided. He gave up on getting the stain out and threw the wet napkin at Jason. He deflected the damp projectile and it fell to the floor in a red lump.

"Looks like the little bird is having a heavy flow today," he said and cracked up. "You should probably stick a tampon in it." Dick snorted and Jason high-fived Tim. Damian gave his brothers a look of pure hatred and stuck his nose up at them.

The plane went through another bout of bad turbulence and the cabin rattled. Their suitcases shifted in the overhead bins. Tim looked out the window and saw a flash of lightning brighten the stormy sky for a few seconds before returning it to black nothingness. He looked at his chatty brothers nervously.

They were on their way through this terrible storm for a family vacation in Africa. Bruce had shocked them with the news and Jason still thought that the old man was planning some kind of Batman related mission; the boys had brought their suits in case an emergency arose. Trouble seemed to follow them everywhere, no matter where they went.

Bruce said that they needed time off to reconnect and since he had a meaningless Wayne Enterprises meeting in Cape Town, he thought it was the perfect opportunity to take advantage of the locale and take a break from the hero business.

"Think of it as a training exercise. This will help our teamwork tremendously and give your bodies a much needed rest." The Batcave was filled with silence. A drop of water resonated through the cave, punctuating the silence. The shocked heroes looked at their father-figure with confusion.

"So, we, as a family, are going on a holiday?" Damian asked slowly. Bruce nodded and smiled at his youngest son.

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Bruce Wayne," Dick demanded. Tim crossed his arms and nodded in affirmation towards Dick's comment; Bruce chuckled.

"Don't worry, it's me. Alfred agreed with my idea and with Stephanie and Oracle here in Gotham, they'll be able to keep control of the city while we're gone," he said.

"Jason is welcome to come too, if you convince him," he added after a moment. "I think the male side of the family should be all together for once."

No one argued with him on that.

Dick, of course, was over the moon, while Damian whined about being stuck with a bunch of imbeciles. Tim, although skeptical, was really looking forward to the trip. He had even managed to coerce Jason to tag along with promises of high-tech weapons and expensive alcohol. Though, Tim did have to use an embarrassing picture of Jason as a threat before the ex-Robin to agreed to come and be on his best behavior.

Tim just couldn't wait to relax and spend time with his family.

The four of them were dressed in casual clothes. Jason was in jeans and a black t-shirt, Tim and Dick in khakis and a sweater—Red and blue respectively—and Damian in jeans and a green button down shirt. They had gotten on the plane in their winter coats, even though they were heading off to sunny Africa, because Gotham was in the middle of one of its famous frigid winters. They almost froze to death on the walk from the car to the plane. Once onboard, the brothers did shed their heavy jackets and sat comfortably in the climate controlled cabin.

"Dick, how much farther until we get to Cape Town?" His brother looked at his watch.

"We'll probably arrive in, like, two hours and Bruce will probably get in five hours after we do with Alfred," he replied. Jason was making faces at Damian and Damian was throwing ice cubes at Jason. Dick tried to be the mature one and intervene by flicking the troublemakers in the ear.

Tim smiled at his brothers' antics and turned back to face the window. It was almost noon, but the thunderstorm made the sky seem as if it was night time. Lightning flashed again in the blackening distance and the plane tilted towards the right and shook back and forth again. The pilot of Bruce's luxury jet spoke over the intercom, silencing the bickering.

"Excuse me, gentlemen. I advise you to fasten your seatbelts and remain in your seats. We are going to pass through some heavy wind and hail. It shouldn't be too bad, but nonetheless, remain seated." All four boys made sure their seatbelts were secured and fastened tightly. They stared at each other silently. Dick was the one to finally break it.

"Wait for it, Little D. The turbulence is going to feel like we're on a rollercoaster!" Damian 'tted' at his older brother's silly response, while Tim face palmed when Dick threw up his arms, acting like a passenger on an actual roller coaster.

The plane hit the brunt of the storm at that moment and shook the boys in their seats. If they had not been buckled in, then they probably would have smacked their heads on the ceiling. Hail beat upon the plane and filled the inside with the sound of its loud ferocity. The lights flickered; the boys looked at each other uneasily. The intensity of the hail increased and the wind howled outside the aircraft, while lightning snaked around the plane.

At that moment, a flash of light and a thunderous BOOM cracked through the air as a lucky lightning bolt hit the wing of the unlucky plane right in front of Tim's window. All four boys gasped in unison and Tim tried to rub the spots out of his eyes from the intensity of the lightning strike. Hail continued to beat mercilessly against the now smoking engine. The jet dropped a few meters in altitude before the pilot's voice crackled through the speakers again.

"It seems like our right engine has taken a beating and can no longer support us in the air." The pilot sounded slightly frantic, but was trying to gain control over the situation. "There are life vests in the compartment underneath your seats and oxygen masks will drop down shortly. The emergency exits are located on the wings of th-"

The speaker cut off as the airplane nose dived towards the violent ocean far beneath them. Yellow masks dropped down from compartments in the ceiling and the boys quickly put them on. Tim finished tying his and looked up at his brothers who were staring, terrified, at each other. Jason and Damian gripped the arms of their seat, while Dick was gesturing at Damian's oxygen mask. The tube had disconnected from the ceiling and was not providing any oxygen. Tim screwed his eyes shut and prayed to whoever was listening, that they'd make it out of this alive.

The plane hit the water sharply, cockpit first, jerking Tim forward and then slamming him back against the seat. He blacked out with the sound of water rushing into the cabin and his last thought before losing consciousness, what a great start to our family vacation.

I hope you liked this! This is just a short chapter to test the waters and see if anyone would be interested in a batboys-stranded-on-a-deserted-island fic. I'm almost done with Blood Brothers so I hope to finish and update this one frequently, or as quickly as I can. If you want to see anything special happen to our boys while they're on the island, drop me a review and I'll see if I can incorporate it into the story!