From Gotham to Cairo

"We have some new intelligence on Sionis and the League of Assassins.  Barbara found out where Sionis went after the incident in Las Vegas," Bruce stated.

"Cairo, Egypt," Barbara added.

"Egypt?  What's he doing there?" Jason asked confused.

"Tt.  That's Grandfather's place of origin you, dolt!" Damian said, slapping Jason's head.

"How did you get that intel?" Dick questioned.  "It's been two months since the incident at Las Vegas."

"I was reviewing some satellite pictures and caught a glimpse of Sionis' private jet in Cairo," Barbara explained.

"I bought you three tickets to Cairo," Bruce gestured to Dick, Jason and Damian.

"What about Timmy?" Jason asked.

"Tim mentioned something about Trigon and the Titans," Barbara answered.

"This is your captain speaking, we have arrived to Cairo.  The tour bus will take you to your hotel."

The captain's words interrupted Jason recount of what happened back in the Batcave the other day.  The brothers left the airplane and boarded the tour bus to their hotel.  Upon arrival to their hotel room, Jason flung himself to a nearby bed.  He grabbed a random fluffy pillow and pressed it over his head, face down.

"What's up with you?" Dick asked, half-amused, half-surprised, as he began to unpack.

"I hate flying," Jason replied, his voice muffled by the sheets.  He heaved a sigh audible even through the pillow and sat up, swinging his feet back and forth over the edge of the bed petulantly.

"C'mon, it wasn't that long," Dick assured him, tucking jeans and polo shirts into the top drawer of his dresser drawers.

"I consider eleven and a half hours long, Dick," Jason snapped, a scowl gracing his handsome features.

"Okay, whatever," Dick surrendered, throwing his hands in the air.  He glanced over at Jason’s unopened suitcase.  “In any case, you had better start unpacking, Jason.  We’re going to be here a while.”

"Grayson, this is where Barbara said Sonis' jet was, correct?" Damian asked, showing Dick the laptop screen while Jason pouted and tucked his socks into his drawers.

"Yea- how did you bypass the laptop's security pass code!" Dick demanded, pausing in his unpacking to glare in shock at Damian, who gazed back nonchalantly.

"Simple, I borrowed one of Barbara's hacking programs and downloaded it into your laptop.  Once I did that, it was merely a matter of-"

"Okay, that's enough," Dick snapped, unsure of whether he was more displeased or oddly proud.

"I am confused.  Did you not ask me how I hacked your pass code?" Damian smirked, raising a single dark brow in delight at his brother’s reaction.

"Whatever!"

“Come on, Dick, do better,” Jason snorted.  He unwrapped the foil off of a bar of dark chocolate from the top of his mussed pillow, and happily chomped down on it, ducking as Dick tossed a pair of socks at him in half-hearted retaliation.

"Let's check Sonis' jet out.  Maybe we can find some clues to where he is there," Damian suggested, his attention on the laptop and oblivious to his brothers commotion.

Knock, knock.

The atmosphere of the room changed drastically at the sound of the knocking at the door.  Jason whipped out a Glock from the bottom drawer of his dresser, Dick wielded a Wing-ding that appeared to have magically materialized into his hand, and Damian approached the door, bo staff in hand.