Wild West

That didn't go as planned

A break in at a private storage unit was brought to the mighty batman's attention. So of course him and his sidekick went to investigate, it was only natural that they do. Looking through one of the windows of the storage house, they saw a man ripping open creates with a crowbar. "He's not alone." The colorful boy wounder next to Bruce pointed out. Further out in the unite where armed thugs, alot of them. "I'm sure they are expecting us. I'll call Tim, he can ambush them when they are distracted by us and-" he was cut off by a growl emitting from Damian "Why him? Why not Grayson?" He said with spite. "Because Nightwing is on the other side of Gotham, on a misson. And Tim is capable of fighting armed men without nearly killing them." Bruce replied, his jaw clenched slightly. Damian let out an frustrated huff. "I'm going to search the area, see if any of their goons are on protrol." He took off before Bruce could reply.

Once Tim showed up in uniform, they all went to their spots to start the plan. The plan is that Batman and Robin get the thugs attention, distracting them. Red Robin would activate a tear gas bomb. Once the thugs are all blinded by the gas, they'll all be taken out, with little to no conflict. At least thats how it was supposed to go.

*what actually happened*
Tim was in position behind some creates. The thugs full attention fully on Batman. Now was his chance, he took out the bomb but froze when he felt something pressed against the back of his head. "Don't you dare." A deep voice behind him warned. Tim gently set the bomb down and put his hands up slowly. "Good, don't do anything funny or you won't be here anymore." Tim could hear Batman and Robin having some trouble. They are probably woundering what's going on, Tim is woundering what was going to happen next. The man put Tim in a choke hold with the gun like object next to his head. They both emerged from behind the creates into the dim storage lights. "Give it up Batman, or your little bird is going to get it." Both Bruce and Damian stopped what they were doing. The few thugs that are left pointed their guns at them. Bruce gave his signature cold glare, that could make you regret all the bad things you did in life. "That's it, now, I'll let him go, with little to no injuries if you leave us and our gang alone. And we'll be on our marry way. Doesn't that sound nice?" Robin mumbled "I knew he couldn't do it." Damian clenched his fist. Rage filling him, how dare they manipulate father and him to give up on this mission, just because of useless Drake. No, he won't back down. No one makes an Al ghul back down.

Bruce, was thinking of what to do. How can avoid getting another one of his sons killed? He wouldn't be able to recover if he lost Tim too, Jason was bad enough. If he wasn't careful they might threaten Damian's life too. "Clocks ticking, if you take to long. I'll shoot." The thugs around them had their fingers on the trigger, one wrong move he'll be filled with bullet holes. What option did he have? He looked down at Damain, who was getting impatient as well, he could tell all Damian wanted to do was rip the guy's head off. "Okay... Let him go." He said, looking back at the man and Tim. Tim was shocked, and so was Damian. Was he really stuck? Tim felt bad, if he were to be more careful he wouldn't have gotten them into this mess. The man chuckled "Do you think I'm that stupid? Your just going to get him back and de-arm my men. Plus i need a guinea pig to test my latest invention, that could make me a billionaire." He pulled the trigger, a bright blue beam came out of it, and within seconds Tim was gone.. Bruce couldn't believe it, one of his sons gone right before his eyes. Everything went by so fast it felt like a blur. Damian chared at the man, the thugs pointed their guns at him. But Bruce threw his batarangs and knocked them all out of their hands before they could shoot. The man that shot Tim aimed the gun at Damian but he kicked it out of the guy's hand. And threw a good punch right in the jaw sending him backwards. Bruce was dealing with the few thugs left. Damian pinned the perp down. "Your lucky Batman is here, or i would have your head." He snarled, taking out his hand cuffs. Before Damian could put the guy in cuffs the man ripped his wrist out of Damians grasps, and reached for the gun, Damain lunged forward but the guy already had the gun, and shot it over his shoulder. And then, Damian disappeared just like Tim. "NO!" A scream came from Batman, he threw his extra batarang and knocked the gun out of the perp's hand. The man got up quickly and took off. Bruce wanted to scream, cry, punch, kick anything and everything. He couldn't believe it, was his two youngest sons...dead? He picked up the gun like object and set it away in pocket his belt had. The man was gone, out of sight. He'll find him and get answers. He'll find out if his son's are really dead and try not to panic to much.

*sorry the first chapter is short, i don't want to continue if this is a bad idea, leave a comment and what you think about it*