Batfamily || Watch this whip! · Y/n story by @K1LL3RSANZ

The Batcave was never truly silent. There was always the distant drip of groundwater, the soft hum of the Batcomputer's servers, the occasional chitter of bats high above. But this silence was different.

Bruce Wayne

standing at the console, his jaw tight Someone want to explain how this happened.

Dick Grayson

staring at the screen, arms crossed Oh god. Oh god, that's—that's not possible. The security on that thing alone—

Tim Drake

typing frantically at a secondary terminal I'm pulling the logs now. No forced entry. No alarm triggered. Whatever they did, they had access.

Jason Todd

leaning against the weapons rack, arms crossed You know, I've done some stupid things in this family, but this? This is art.

Damian Wayne

whipping around to glare at Jason This is theft, Todd! Of Father's property! And from our cave!

Jason Todd

grinning Yeah. And it's also kinda impressive.

Damian Wayne

scowling Tt.

On the screen, the Batmobile's GPS signal swung sharply east, cutting through an alleyway with precision that should not have been possible at that speed.

Tim Drake

pausing, eyes widening slightly Wait. Did they just—

Dick Grayson

covering his mouth with one hand They drifted. A perfect drift. In the Batmobile. In a two-way alley.

Bruce Wayne

already moving toward the secondary vehicle bay I'm going after them.

Jason Todd

calling after him Try not to get lapped, old man!

Damian Wayne

starting toward the vehicles I'm coming with you, Father.

Bruce Wayne

No. Stay here. All of you.

The Batcomputer beeped as the Batmobile's speed ticked up again. 156 miles per hour. The GPS signal was now slicing through downtown, weaving between traffic.

Dick Grayson

muttering under his breath How are they not hitting anything?

Tim Drake

still typing I don't know. The trajectory's too clean. It's like they know every turn before they take it.

Jason Todd

watching the screen with open admiration Whoever that is, I owe them a drink.