Kryptonite and Scooter Ankles ||J. Kent ||

Part 7:

Alternate title: Three Brothers and Their Super-clone Share Half a Braincell.

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Absolute silence in Wayne Manor was an odd occurrence, and, frankly, gave Alfred anxiety.

There was only one thing that was more odd and anxiety inducing; Jason, Tim and Damian getting along enough to work in cahoots with each other. And throwing a superclone into the mix certainly added fuel to the fire.

Something was going down, and the butler didn't want anything to do with it.

The children in question — though three out of the four of them were technically adults — had been huddled down in the batcave for more than twenty four hours, running on pure caffeine and the drive for absolute revenge.

Alfred told himself that both symptoms would wear off eventually, though Timothy might have to be sedated if things got out of hand.

"Look here," Jason was saying, lounging across the batchair. He was nestled in between the backrest and Tim, who was perched precariously on the edge of the seat, just trying to work the batcomputer without falling off. He pointed to the big screen with his socked foot. "We all knew he anonymously funded those perps who tried to rob the Bank of Moolah last month. You know, the guys with the rip off Pelican Razor Lasers that ended up coming from one of Lex Corp's labs? The robbery alone is enough to do like, ten years or something,"

"Pelican Razor Lasers?" Kon asked from a smaller, less majestical swivel chair beside them. Damian sat crossed legged on the floor, looking too dead inside to interact with the others unless he absolutely needed to.

Tim chuckled absentmindedly as he recalled the Pelican Razor Lasers, but waved his boyfriend off. Usually it wouldn't have taken him this long to pull his detective shtick, but with Kon, and his two annoying brothers, he was very easily distracted.

"I say we forget about this techy mumbo jumbo and just storm the place," Jason said. "And like, capture the egg boi, dangle him off a building or somethin to make him talk."

"We can't do that," Tim said.

Jason scoffed. "What's he gonna do, call the cops on us?"

Kon laughed.

"Yes, hello officer, I was just threatened by Gotham's caped teenagers, please come quick,"

"You guys, honestly," Tim sighed. "Shut up for a minute, I beg of you,"

Across the cave, the batmobile sped in through the garage door. Tim began frantically ex-ing out of all his open tabs on anything Luthor related.

Batman came stalking up the walkway, looking in a rather sour mood as he pulled back his cowl, revealing thee most exhausted man on the planet. He had a small plastic vial clenched in his hand, and dragged the other down his face.

The boys scrambled to get out of the way, and just watched as he jammed the bottom half of the vial into a slot on the far end of the computer console.

" 'puter, run scans. Alert me when you're finished."

The computer gave an obligatory reply.

'Affirmative.'

Bruce seemed to notice the boys for the first time, and then the unusually intact state of the cave. " ... What're you doing ...?"

He sounded like he really didn't want to know, but felt obligated to ask just to make sure it was nothing bad.

"They were showing me Google Earth," Kon said quickly, when the other three batkids failed to come up with a diversion.

Bruce knew it had to be bad.