Hey guys! If you have knowledge of the DC Universe or the Alex Rider books, skip ahead to the story. If not, I have a small summary for each for you so you know what I'm talking about.

DC: This uses Damian Wayne (Robin) who is Bruce Wayne's (Batman's) biological child who was raised by his crazy mother (Talia al Gul) and the League of Assassins. So Damian is a brat and a badass. He's the Robin to Dick Grayson's Batman (former Robin and Nightwing). Tim Drake (former Robin) is now Red Robin. Tim's friends are ConnerKent (Superboy), Cassie Sandsmark (Wonder Girl) and Bart Allen (Kid Flash, formerly Impulse). Tim and Damian don't get along. If you have any other questions, either Google them or PM me.

Alex Rider: He's a teenage spy who has save the world nine times in the span of a year. (He started at 14 and ended his career at 15.) He was unwilling the entire time he worked for MI6, and lost his guardian (Jack) in his final mission. This take place post-Scorpia Rising (the 9th and final book) when Alex moves to live with his friend Sabina and her family. Again, PM me with questions or Wikipedia it if you're confused.

Damian Wayne huffed in annoyance. All he wanted was a cup of black coffee and a quiet place to drink it, away from the Teen Titans. Of course the only place that sold decent coffee was very crowded. Grumbling to himself, he found a small table in the back corner of the café and sat down.

Damian's eyes scanned the room, seeing if there was any threat. The table to his left had a couple holding hands as the shared some pastries. The stared into each other's eyes with such longing that it made Damian slightly sick.

There was an old man a few seats down, who had on thick glasses as he read the newspaper. He drank his coffee and began to start on the crossword puzzle. The employees didn't raise any suspicions, and the other patrons seemed to be normal as well.

Damian took a long sip of his drink as he studied the boy at the table to his right. He was a few years older than Damian, with blonde hair and tanned skin. Damian noticed a few girls looking his way. The teenager didn't seem to realize the attention his was getting; he kept his head down and eyes low as he read a book.

He looked as if he were hiding himself; as if he were worried someone would recognize him. Damian scoffed at the idea. Surely no one was looking for a normal teenager.

Unless…Damian began to study the boy. He didn't look like any of the Titan's enemies, but then again, Damian had never really studied the foes of Drake and his friends. There was nothing special about the blonde boy, Damian decided, after making mental calculations about the teenager. He was just another American oddity.

"Anyone sitting there?" a tall skinny girl with a low-cut shirt and short skirt asked the blonde boy.

He looked up at the girl. "No," he replied in a British accent.

Damian reassessed his earlier thought; he was a British weirdo then. Maybe he was trying to star in a movie or something like that.

The girl sat down across from the blonde boy, who had put his head back down and was reading again. She stretched her legs out so that her bare skin was making contact with the teen's legs as well. He made no motion that he acknowledged her presence and the girl frown at him. Damian grinned into his cup of coffee. He could sense that this would be interesting to watch.

"So," the girl began sweetly, what's your name? I bet it's some sexy British name. A perfect name to go with your perfect body."

Damian snorted at the same time the blonde boy did; the girl still smiled at him.

"Alex," the blonde boy tonelessly replied, still ignoring her.

"Well, Alex," the girl purred, "I'm Anna. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Yeah, same," Alex replied, clearly not paying a lot of attention to the conversation.

Damian listened as the girl babbled on and Alex continued to ignore her. Finally the Anna asked, "So, Alex, want to head over to my place?"

"No thanks," Alex replied. Anna's eyes widened.

"Excuse me?" she asked incredulously.

"As much as I'm honored and all of that," Alex told her, still not looking up, "but I have a girlfriend. Have a nice day." Damian held back a laugh at the insulted look on the girl's face.

"You dare to insult me?" she snarled. "You're scum!"

Damian couldn't resist. "You are referring to him as scum? Have you looked in a mirror lately? You look like a whore." Alex looked up and smiled at the boy in amusement.

"And just who do you think you are, you little brat?" Anna questioned, whirling around to stare at him.

"An innocent ten-year-old boy," Damian replied sweetly and Alex grinned at him.

"I doubt that," she sneered. She huffed, got up and walked away. Before she exited, Anna turned and gave the two boys the finger. The door slammed behind her.

"Thanks kid," Alex told Damian as he sagged back into his seat.

"It was my pleasure," Damian replied with a malicious grin.

"Have a seat," Alex said, motioning to the one Anna abandoned. Damian thought about it; he hated pretty much everyone, as they were annoying and stupid. But there was something he liked about this British kid sitting in front of him. Somehow, Damian doubted that Alex would treat him like some little child. Finally, deciding to give it a chance, Damian got up and sat across from Alex.

"I'm Alex," the British teenager introduced himself.

"Damian," Damian responded.

"So Damian," Alex asked, grinning, "what brings you to this place?"

"Coffee," the boy replied.

Alex raised an eyebrow. "Well, coffee-obsessed child, thank you for your help."

"Are you here on vacation?" Damian inquired. "I noticed you're not from around here."

"What gave it away? Was it the accent? I just can't seem to perfect the American one."

"Yes, I expect it might have been that fact," Damian replied in an exact replica of Alex's accent.

Alex's jaw dropped. "How did you do that? That's the best imitation I've heard. And I've heard a lot of attempts."

"I have the ability to mimic anyone's voice."

"That must be cool."

"It does produce interesting results," Damian agreed. "So why are you in California?"

Alex sighed as he tonelessly replied, "My parents died and I'm staying with family friends."

Damian found himself nodding and feeling bad for the boy's plight. "I understand."

"Do you?" Alex questioned a bit aggressively in Damian's mind.

Damian's faced hardened. "Yeah. I grew up with my mother, never saw my father, only heard how great he was. I finally seek him out only to find he's adopted a couple other kids and doesn't want me at all. He doesn't trust me because of my mother, and now he's gone missing. I think I understand the whole family issue," he shot back at Alex, debating whether to leave or stay.

"Sorry," Alex grunted. "I shouldn't have snapped at you."

"-tt-" Damian responded. He looked out the window, trying not to recall how painful the truth about his family was. A man with dark sunglasses stared back at him through the window. Damian was immediately on edge. Alex noticed the rigid posture of Damian and saw the man as well. He paled.

"Tell me he's not looking at us," Alex muttered.

"Do you wish for me to lie?" Damian asked.

"Listen to me Damian," Alex ordered. "I need you to run. Get as far away from me as possible; he doesn't want you."

Damian raised his eyebrow, "I was about to order you to do the same."

"What? You're just a ten-year-old kid? Why would they want you?"

"-tt-. I'm Damian Wayne. Ransom is just one of the possible reasons that someone who want to kidnap me."

"That Wayne?"

"Yes."

"Wow."

"So why would you think that the man was looking for you?"

"Um…" Alex cleared his throat nervously. Before he could begin to explain that he couldn't explain, the man outside raised and gun and began to fire upon the café. "Backdoor. Now," Alex ordered as he and Damian began to run towards the other exit. The rest of the people in the café screamed and dropped to the floor, breathing heavily in fear.

The two boys scooted toward the door, keeping their heads low and their bodies hidden. The people looked at them with wide eyes, as Alex mouthed a "sorry" as he and Damian left the building.

As Damian stepped out the door, another bullet was fired; he dove out of the way and pulled Alex to the ground with him. "Move," the boy hissed, and the teenager complied, leading Damian around corner of the building.

Alex swore as Damian was grabbed by another man and a gun was held to the side of his head. The boy's captor was tall, and covered in muscle; they bulged out and made the man looked quite intimidating. The boy was in a chokehold, and Alex froze at the sight of the gun.

"Rider," the man growled, "glad you could make it." As the man who had shot at the café came behind and grabbed the teenager as well.

"Shaw," the man holding Damian acknowledged, "who's this little brat?" He tapped the gun on the top of the boy's head.

"Leave him alone," Alex growled, struggling against Shaw's grip.

"Larson," Shaw commanded, "Tie them up and put them both in the van."

As soon as he finished speaking, Damian elbowed his captor, punched him in the nose, and began to run as Alex yelled at him to escape and get help.

Damian was proud that he had tricked the men; they thought he was just some young child. The man had no idea he was dealing with someone trained by the League of Assassins. He needed to get Drake and his idiot friends to help; Damian didn't know what Alex was involved in, but he didn't want him getting hurt.

A loud sound and piecing pain alerted Damian that he would not escape unharmed. Blood began pouring from his shoulder, and dimly Damian heard Alex screaming. He stumbled as his vision went hazy for a moment, and fell face first into the ground.

Alex's screams stopped. Damian sluggishly tried to get up, but his head was killing him. Strong hands grabbed the boy and lifted him over his shoulder. Damian's head was throbbing and his vision was warped.

"Throw in the little bastard," he heard Shaw command angrily, before he was literally thrown into the van. He barely had time to register Alex, bound and gagged, before he, too, was tied up. Larson moved his shoulder and pain shot through Damian. He clenched his teeth as he sent a kick in the man's direction.

A backhand to the face was what the boy receives for his efforts. With a severe warning not to do anything, or else, the door was slammed shut and Damian descended into blackness.

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