Bloody Brothers

◇□ Chapter Fourteen □◇

The sound of approaching feet, alarmed the boys. Dick turned to Tim, who shared the same worried expression. Tim didn't know how long he could hold Jason up, they still had a long way to go until they made it out of this twisted maze of a government facility. Sweat was beginning to drip down Dick's face, he was nervous, worried, he had this churning feeling in his stomach. He new something bad was going to happen, he just didn't know what.

"Jason, can you- move at all?" Tim asked, their pace was decreasing.

"No I'm sorry. Whatever that stuff was, it really gets the job done." Jason repiled, his feet dragging as they continued down the hall. They all froze as guards came around the corner ready to fire. Damian gave his battle yell as he ran in front of his brothers, his sword out. He swung, flipped, sliced there guns into pieces. The boys kept moving, as Damian kept the guards busy. They approached a door at the end of the gray hall. It had an electric lock. Tim glanced over his shoulder, more guards were catching up.

"You handle them, I'll get the lock." Dick nodded at Tim's orders, they moved Jason over to the wall. Jason watched nervously as Tim crouched down removing the panel of the lock. He turned to Dick who was facing against twelve trained soldiers. He wanted nothing more than to get up and fight beside him. Jason glanced down at his hand that was twitching slightly, he tried to focus enough to clench it into a fist. But he only got halfway. Tim yelled at Dick to come, he grabbed ahold of Jason's leg throwing all of his own weight back to drag him though the doors. Dick kicked the guy back, making him knock a few of his friends over. He jumped, diving through the doors before they closed.

"Where's Damian?" Jason asked, as they all took a second to catch their breaths.

"I don't- know." Tim breathed out, "He can take care of himself, we all know that. Come on, we're almost there." As Tim and Dick stood up to pick up Jason, a gas began to come out of the vents around them. They covered their mouths, coughing, but they couldn't escape. Their vision became blurry, Tim and Dick quickly took their places beside Jason laying unconscious on the floor.

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"..Dick.... Dick... are you there?" Dick stirred, he quickly noticed the cold metal beneath him, and the restraints at his wrists. He rolled his eyes sighing. 'You've got to be kidding me' he thought. He turned his head to see Tim already awake, but something was off. He looked around seeing no one else. He began to shift and turn, looking for Jason.

"Dick is that you? Dick, I can't see anything." Dick could hear the panic in Tim's voice, the worry on his face. Dick wished he could calm him down, tell him it was going to be alright, that he was here. But speaking sign language to a blind person, didn't really work very well. Tim stared up at the ceiling, a lost expression upon his face. Dick tugged violently at the metal holding him down. He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the pain that was about to come. He jerked in a quick motion, breaking his thumb. He slid his hand out, hissing at the pain. Tim had a sickening expression on his face, "Did you just do what I think you did?" Dick let out a huff as he sat up, pulling his other hand out of the cuffs. He swung his legs off of the metal table, he swiped a small knife off of the cart, picking the locks on Tim's restraints. Dick guided Tim up and off of the table. Tim had a tight grip on Dick's arm, as Dick led him out of the small room.

Tim hadn't had to live with being blind for quite some time. Sure, he learned how to fight without his sight, but that was years ago. He had come to depend on the Wayne Tech contacts, and glasses. He tried to focus on the sounds, his surroundings. He guided his hands down the wall of the hall, the cold metal sent chills down his neck. He was trying to listen, but he quickly shook that off since all he was getting was the sound of Dick's blood pumping. It was safe to say it creeped him out. Dick tried not to seem like he was panicking, but now both Damain and Jason were no where to be found. And he had no idea where Bruce and Talia had fought off too. Did he win? Did she win? Did the doctor get ahold of Jason? Was Damian even captured? What was Alfred making for dinner? He had so many questions.