The sobbing could be heard all the way to the cave.

In the cave Owlman was working on the new high tech piece of metal. It only weight about a pound but it was made out of some material that Ultraman had gotten for him years back. It was light enough and strong enough to make it impossible to break out of. With everything he had added into the collar Owlman knew he had gain an even higher level of control.

As he added the finally touches onto the collar before looking it over with pride. It was a high quality collar made with various high grade material, computer chips, Alien tech and it was crafted to fit snuggly around the neck of the person he had designed it for. An inch and a half was its width, one fourth of an inch thick, the collar was black and in the middle where everyone could see was the Wayne Family Crest.

It was perfect.

Smirking Owlman set it down in its box next to two other collars. Cover the boxes with their lids on before heading up the stairs. The sobbing had died down to shuttering breaths of shock and fear. With a smile Owlman walked into the large entrance room where he found his sons all there.

There on the floor laying beaten, broken and stabbed to death was Janet and Jack Drake. Their eyes wide opened in horror. Their death had not been kind at all. They brought it on themselves though when they refused to give up their ownership on his son.

Speaking of whom, Thomas Wayne Jr looked over at where Tim was looking so heart broken and frightened. He would get over it soon. Dick and Jason did with his help and soon Tim wouldn't be crying over those two worthless people.

As he walked a crossed the room Dick and Jason lowered their gaze. They were filled with guilt for killing the Drakes. Not that they had the choice because what Thomas said went. Damian however was standing there with a smirking grin as he stood there looking down at the dead bodies. His only biological son looked up at him before walking up to him with that half smile half smirk on his face.

"Thank you Father," Damian said looked up at the man before turning to smile at Tim who was huddled in the corner with his legs pulled up to his chest shaking looking at them in fear. "I wanted a brother around my age."

"You're welcome, Damian." Thomas put his hand on his shoulder. "It's a good thing too. I wanted another son to make my children an even number."

Damian nodded before turning to walk over to Tim pulling him up with force. "Come on, Drake. It is time for you to be with your new family and now that those idiots are dead there's nothing that can keep us from being together as the Wayne Family."

Tim shook looking at them in horror. Thomas grinned evilly. "Damian, Take Tim to his new room and stay with him until I get there."

Damian was happy to have a new playmate so he he grabbed the new member of their family and forced him to walk up thr stairs. He knew that Drake was in shock but he would be fine. Just like Grayson and Todd where fine.

After Damian got Tim into his room he couldn't stop grinning. When he had met Drake and the older boy had spent time with him Damian had wanted to keep him and of course his Father the powerful Owlman got him what he wanted and brought home his new brother.

Damian was going to have so much fun teaching Drake how to fight, how train, how to speak other language , how to kill.

It was great to have a brother closer to his own age.

Thomas took off the two collars off Dick and Jason. They both rubbed their necks slowly enjoying the rare few minutes that they didn't have them off. Thomas let them have it before he tossed the old ones out before he beckoned them closer.

"I have a gift for each of you." Thomas grinned at them and it almost seemed like a kind Fatherly smile. "I know you'll love them. Close your eyes."

They both did but not without worry. They had lived with Thomas long enough to know how to act and when but it was still dangerous. Thomas had sick sense of family and to him they would always be his baby boys.

So when he said closed their eyes they both put their hands over their eyes smiling and grinning, Dick would bounce on the ball of his heels. Jason would grin widely. They heard him chuckle lightly which meant he was in a good mood. Most likely because he had them kill the Drakes and now had Tim as his own.

"Alright, open them."

"A present!" Dick smiled up at him taking the one closest to him. "Thank you, Daddy!"

"Yes, Thank you Daddy," Jason took his before opening it and hid the flicker of sickness at the sight of the new collar. "Yes! A new one!"

"I got one too!" Dick took his out turning it over in his hands. "It's so beautiful..."

"It is," Jason looked up at Thomas. "Did you make these, Daddy?"

"Of course I did," Thomas large grin was on his face as he pulled them close. "Only the best for my boys."

"Thank you, Daddy,"

"Come on, let's put them on." Thomas pulled back. "You first Dick."

Dick gagged slightly as Thomas grabbed him by the neck firmly forcing him to turn around with his back facing him. Not letting go Thomas took the collar from him before clasping onto his eldest neck before adjusting it.

"There." Thomas nodded his eyes darkening. "Don't even think about taking it off."

Trying to keep himself from trembling Dick forced a smile. "Never, Daddy. I love the collars you make for me."

Thomas stared at him darkly before roughly running his thick callous fingers through Dick's hair almost pulling it as he did so before he let go. "Go to bed."

"Y-yes, sir." Dick gasped before hurrying away to his room.

Thomas turned his gaze on Jason and Jason knew that he wasn't going to get away without a punishment unless he did something soon. So, carefully Jason smiled up at him and held out the collar to Thomas and turning around to present him his back. A dangerous risk.

"Can you put on my collar, Daddy? Please?"

Thomas took the collar putting it on Jason roughly. Jason tried to keep himself calm Once it was on he could feel the danger coming on. Something must have triggered one of Thomas's demons from the past and this was clear when he felt Thomas's hand tighten around the back of his neck.

"Daddy?" Jason gulped before trying to calm himself down. "You won't…"

"I won't what?" Thomas growled tightening his grip.

"You won't let anyone take us away right?" Jason hoped that would be enough to stop one of the insane episodes.

Suddenly he was brought into a tight embrace and he let out a sigh of relief as Thomas spoke deeply. "I won't let anyone ever take you boys from me, no one and anyone one who tries will have to me."

No one would try to save them. They all knew that because Thomas had and would kill anyone who would try to take them away from him. This deranged man who kept them like slaves. Collared and leashed like animals.

"Father."

They looked up to see Damian standing there with a frown on his face.

"Son." Thomas nodded at him. "Is there something you need?"

"I want you to make Drake stop being sad about his dead parents. Make him play with me."

Owlman had a smirk on his face before walking up the stairs. "Tim isn't used to us yet, Damian. Besides you for got that I have yet to officially make him a part of our family."

Damian crossed his arms following his Father. "Can you hurry? I want him to play with me and he won't because he's thinking about his dead parents. I don't see why, though, they were too weak and didn't even put up a good enough fight."

Thomas opened the door to Damian's room scanning it until his icy gray eyes landed on Tim. The boy was still shaking and crying and was pressed up against the door of the closest.

Thomas walked up to the boy grabbing him by the thorat and yeanking him up into the air watching as Tim dangled in the air choking as he clawed at Thomas's hands trying to get free. Thomas chuckled before dropping him letting the boy land hard.

Tim tried to scrambled away but a strong kick to his side sent him rolling towards Damian's bed.

"Father!" Damian screamed in anger. "Don't hurt him! He's mine!"

Thomas's leaned down to grab Tim again this time garbing him by the hair fording him to stand. Letting go the large man took out the collar before he held it up to TIm's face. Tim looked at it through the tears following out of his eyes before looking back up at Thomas.

"You belong to me now." Thomas growled. "If you ever tyr to remove this collar or let someone take it off you be in a world of pain."

Damian walked over to them and held Tim's arms to his sides. "Hurry up."

With that Thomas slide the collar around his neck the clasping sound echoing around the room. Tim dind't know when Thomas's left the room but all he could do was stand this in shock before slowly sinking to the floor.

That was it.

His life was gone and his new life was being the pet of Owlman's son. Why did this happen? Why was he nice to Damian in the first place? Well, he knew why. It was because he didn't know that Damian was the son to the man who ruled the Earth by fear.

The rest of the day passed in a blur as Damian lead him around telling him what the rules where, what was in each room and that they would start training soon. Damian was happy about it.

At the ned of the day Tim was lead back to Damian climbed into bed ready to rest and patted the side next to him.

"You'll get a room soon but for now you'll sleep with me."

Tim walked up to a the window looking out seeing that it was well guard with bars, barbed wire, and no doubt other things to keep them from getting out. The colloar was there for everyone to see.

Reaching out to touch the window he could see his reinfection in the glass as a stromg raged outside, thunder lighting, and soon Damian appeared beside him smiling at him. Tim looked back at him before back at his reflection.

Damian wasn't in a cage, but he was and he screamed as thunder banged out side at Damian's words.

"Pretty bird."

Years later Thomas's sat on his throne in the middle of his modern day castle in the heart of Gotham. On either side of him sat his two older sons Richard and Jason. Both sat on pillows dressed in their costumes, their collars clasped around their necks as Owlman spoke to Ultraman on the giant hologram screen in front of them.

Owlman absentmindedly would pet their hair as he listened bored of the superhuman complaints about his son Kon-El who had sided with his other Father Lex Luthor in the fight against the Crime Lords or the Crime Society

His son, Damian, who was thirteen now was still sleeping in having gone a three day mission with no sleep, taking his favorite brother with him. When they returned Owlman had wanted to use Tim for another mission but Damian had gotten his way as usual and both where in Damian's room sleeping.

Thomas was aware his spoiled his biological son but didn't care.

Ultraman paused hearing an alarm go off but after ten seconds it stopped. No one felt this shift of the world, but Owlman had enough of the man's talk so he hung up on him before getting back to tormenting the people in his empire.

The explosion had left Tim's mind reeling. Everything was going in slow motion. People were talking to him frantically. They were asking him questions but Tim couldn't answer them. Should answer them because he wasn't allowed to speak.

It was one of his punishments. Someone came into his blurred line of vision. Tim stared at him hazily. He looked a little like Daddy but Daddy eyes had that darkness behind those stormy eyes. These ones showed concern, worry, fear for someone but who? Tim wondered who it was for and who the man was. After all it was rare that Daddy would let them go anywhere after what happened to Jason a few years back and since than Daddy made sure they couldn't leave unless he allowed them.

Of course Damian was the exception. Tim suspected it was because Domain was a natural born killer who enjoyed the hunt just as much as his father. What was Daddy's real name again? It started with a T but Daddy's harsh beatings for even recalling his name.

Jason had once said it was because it made the man who kept seem slightly less evil. That the man would force them to call him Daddy in a sick sense because children should feel safe around the protector that help bringing them into the world, that a Daddy was supposed to make you feel safe, to feel loved, but all they did was live in fear of the one they called Daddy.

Tim knew this because there wasn't a day that went by without the three of them fearing the worse from both Daddy and their brother Damian. The youngest like to rule over them. He wanted their attention and they had to do as he told them to. They games where like sitting on a time bomb, the kind words from Daddy had hidden threats, the gifts just furthering their heavy chains.

The cages had been knew when Jason had gotten away. Ran as fast as he could and ended up in a church, became a priest, found God, and some even called Jason Father Todd. Jason said it was the best time of his life in those three years of being free.

Than Daddy found him and he was furious.

Poor Jason.

Daddy beat him so bad that he couldn't move for months.

Tears feel out of his eyes. Maybe this explosion would kill him. Kill him and take him away from Daddy once and for all. Wait, that man was still there. Maybe he was dead because he had never seen this man before.

Blinking Tim reached up touching the man's face weakly before a word came through. "Hurts…"

"I know, Tim," The man voice was deep and soothing making Tim just want to lay down and sleep to the sound of that voice. "The ambulance is on its way, just hold on."

Jason liked to tell them stories at night when Thomas was passed out drunk. Even Damian would listen to them. Dick used to tell them the stories but one days when Thomas had gotten mad he had hurt Dick so much that it hurt his brother to talk anymore.

"No!"

Tim's eyes snapped open at the yell.

"Stray awake Tim!"

Yes, he could do that. Oh, look the man was holding him. He wasn't hurting him either or touching him in bad places. Who was he? Was he a priest like Jason? Jason said they were nice. The man smelled nice too. Nothing like the smell of blood and sweat Daddy smelt like.

"Tt, the fool's alright."

Tim smiled a little bit looking at the youngest owl. "Damian…"

"What, Drake?" Damian sneered.

That's odd. Damian never called him by his last name.

Damian was always nice to him even if Damian thought of him more of a pet than a brother. Still Damian had never hurt him. Tim reached out trying to grab onto him and his feelings hurt when Damian slapped his hand away.

"Wait." The man said and shifting Tim in his lap making Tim wondering what he was going to do when his chin was lifted up. "What's this?"

"What is it Bruce?"

Bruce? Who's Bruce?

"Tim has a collar on his neck."

"So what, the replacement's into S&M now?"

Jason! Why did Jason have white bangs?

"It has the Wayne Family Crest on it." The man Bruce stand titling Tim's head a little more.

"So, what, Timmy has a choker on his neck about our Family?"

Richard was there too. Hi, Richard.

"This is strange..." Bruce said. "The crest has a small owl in the middle of it."

Yes, that's because he belonged to Thomas Wayne Jr, Tim was a computer genius known as the Third Talon, and belonged to Damian. Oh, right Damian.

Tim reached out again weakly trying to grab onto Damian. This time he manged to grasp the boy's shirt and tugged on it trying to gain his attention. Damian would know what was going on and if Tim had been caught in a blast.

"Let go!" Damian yanked his shirt away.

"Damian, be nice!" Bruce glared at him before he stood up carefully shifting Tim in his arms. "Let's get Tim to a hospital, he might have a concussion.

Tim liked that this man didn't throw him to the ground.

An hour later Tim was in a Hospital bed watching his family. Something was wrong here. Now that he was thinking a little be more clearly he noticed that Richard wasn't quite and sitting down somewhere not making sound. Instead he was laughing, joking with the man name Bruce and his brothers. Jason was being rude, mean, and angry all the time, cussing, and his would yell at them. All Damian did scowl, say hurtful things, and would look at Tim with hateful looks, glared, scoffed at him.

As Tim watched him it slowly sank it that this wasn't his family. This wasn't his world. Eyes widening Tim's breathing became labored at he started to panic tears flowing out of his blue eyes.

Daddy was going to be mad. He might think that Tim ran away but he didn't! No, Tim wouldn't do that because he knew what would happen if he did! Did Daddy and Damian notice he was gone yet? If not how could he get home before they notice that he was gone?

"Tim!" Bruce yelled worried as his third son started to shake horribly, tearing flowing and he started to scream in horror. "Tim, clam down, your okay!"

Nothing could stop Tim from screaming trying to get out of the bed, yanking on the Iv taring it off making blood squirt out onto himself and the bed. That man called Bruce held him down with Jason's help. Dick ran to get the doctors and Damian grabbed a towel pressing it to his bleeding arm.

There was running before Tim felt a prick before darkness took over as he slipped into a world full of nightmares.

Owlman had a hot knife in his hand and Jason laying face down on a table shaking as the hot knife was readying to recarve the scars into his back when it happened.

Damian slammed the doors open his face twisted in such hateful anger that Richard recoiled, Jason screamed off the table, and Owlman looked up in shock for the first time in years.

"WHERE IS HE?!" Damian screamed his voice lacred with posion. "WHERE IS TIM?!"

"What?" Owlman frowned.

Damian marched right up to him. "TIm's missing!"

Thomas ran up to his computer typing in a code that would show where his misisng Talon was. The collar had a tracking device in it and when he found the little bitch he was going to regret ever thinking about runnjing away.

The computer beeped showing that Tim was no where to be found. Impossible! There was no way to escape him! Thomas's typed in a few more things but the computer yeiled nothing.

"Impossible." Thomas thougth for a moment before comoing up to a conlisous. "He msut be in another world. The alarm that went off a few hours of aog must have been because of the shift."

Richard and Jason watched as Damian paced around like a caged animal snarling at at Daddy as he gritted his teeth so hard they thought they would crack.

"I'll look into it, son." Thomas smiled at him placing a hand on Damian shoulder. "I promise you I will find him."

With a hateful snarling Damian grabbed his Father's shirt pulling him down. "I WANT HIM NOW!"

"I know you do, but you have to wait."

"I want Tim and I want him now, Father!" Damian shook the man's shirt again. "You promised, Father! You promised he would always be mine! GET HIM NOW, GET HIM NOW...!"

Thomas gently pulled Damian's hands off. "And I shall get him back for you. For now you stay here and watch your brothers."

"No!" Damian turned away to smash and break things before looking back at his Father still furious. "Take me with you to the tower and give me back Tim!"

"It would be better if you stayed here."

"If you don't let me go, I'll hate you forever Father! I'll never forgive you! I'll never tlak to you again!"

"Damian!" THomas said in shock rushing up to him pulling his son to his chest. "You don't mean that. Go grab some weapons and you can come with me."

Damian shoved him away before stomping off.

How it hurt Thomas to see his son so upset. He hated when Damian was upset or sad or anything that didn't make Damian happy. With a sigh he snapped his fingers and his sons came running up to him. Grabbing them by their arms he lead them to one for the rooms he kept them in when he had to go somewhere. Opening it was designed to look like a forest. Fake of course and inside of it hung on a large chain was a beautiful golden cage with gems and jewels.

Opening the cage that hung a foot off the ground he shoved them in. "Now, boys behave and when I get home I'll let you go outside for a little while."

Both the two younger owl's eyes lite up with hope and excitement. Thomas smirked before walking away to the door. Before he closed it he looked back at him as they waved at him. The two hadn't be out in such a long time, they would probably just sit there waiting with a small light of hope.

When the door closed the lights dimmed until they could barely see. Richard curled up on the pillowed floor day dreaming. Jason leaned against the wall before glanced sideways to a mirror that was there.

He hated how awful they looked. So beaten, so wore out and he longed for the days when he was a priest. That freedom, finding God, being happy. However that was not who was in the mirror. In that mirror was Jason Todd the second son of Owlman who had been with his Dad and his Mom going to the park hen he was ten when the monster had noticed him and killed his whole family before taking Jason from his home.

Thomas had a sick claim that he loved them as his children but he only one who was hurt or beaten was Damian. Damian got a way with everything. Richard and himself where Thomas's favorite playthings.

There where rare breaks in time when Thomas would treat them kindly and love and for a few days they would live like an actually family with a loving Father but whatever happened to Thomas when he was young would always ruin it and both he and Richard would find themselves in pain.

Jason jumped when Richard came to sit next to him looking into the mirror before he pointed like a small child would at their reflections. They both looked at themselves for a few minutes before Richard started to sob softly.

Jason pulled him into a hug trying to hold his tears back. After a while they where to tired to cry anymore so they laid down looking up at the fake stars.

"Do you think Daddy will take us to the beach, Jason?"

"Maybe." Jason smiled. "We can play in the water."

"I miss him." Richard said sadly closing his eyes. "I love, Daddy."

Jason sighed before closing his eyes with stomach churning with disgust at Richard's words. After everything Thomas's did and will do to them, no matter how much pain, heartache, hurtful words, and that horrid things he did to them, they loved him.

"I love Daddy too." Jason whispered as his hand touched the collar. "Let's pray and go to sleep."

They loved Daddy. They really did because on those rare days when he was kind to them made up for all the hurt. Not because they forgave Thomas or that they would ever belive his lies of promises never to lay a hand on them again.

It was because Thomas made them love him. He forced them too because their collars had small alien technology and if Thomas said that they loved him than they would and there was no way out.

Jason looked at the mirror once more. "Pretty birds."

Owlman flew the Owl-plane to the tower before smiling at his son. "Don't worry, Damian as soon as we get Tim back you'll fell better."

"You better find him for me, Father!" Damian screamed stomping his foot. "I woke up and Tim was gone! He was going to read me that book I like and than we were going to play, but he was gone!"

"I know your upset, son, but don't you worry, Daddy will make it all better."

"Humph!" Damian glared at him. "I'm not your pet, Father. I'll never call you Daddy like Richard and Jason do."

"But it's such a nice word for me." Thomas smiled at him. "A man should be proud that his children love him that much. Why, being called Daddy shows just how innocent and pure a child is."

"Yeah right," Damian crossed his arms. "So, Richard and Jason are innocent when you hold them down or whore them out?!"

"Now, son, that's a terrible thing to say. It's easy politics," Thomas chuckled. "Besides they love it."

"Yes, and that's why they cry." Damian shook his head. "You claim you love them but you hurt them all the time."

"That's not true. I take good care of them." Thomas smiled. "Why just the other day Richard drew me a picture of our family. Isn't that cute, son?"

Damian rolled his eyes remembering that. His Father had set white paper on the table along with one painting brush, black paint, and had Richard sit on his lap petting his hair like a dog while he used his other hand to hold a knife to his brother's cheek whispering how he was going to cut him if he didn't paint a nice picture of their happy family.

Damian said nothing for a minute before he started to feel upset. "I want him back now!"

"Almost there, son." Thomas smiled at his son once more. "How are you enjoying the ride, Damian?"

"Get me Tim now."

Thomas could only smile. "I'll get you anything you want, Dmaian. Anything."

And Thomas would.

Because Damian looked so much like his baby brother Bruce who died a long time ago.

Thank you.