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Jason shoots the man in front of him, once, then twice, and then a third time. The image of this man standing over his baby brother is seared into his head, and he can barely push back the green tinting his vision. The only thing that pulls him back from the edge is Dick’s voice. It sounds muffled and far away, but he can make out Damian’s name. Jason turns around, his hearing starting to come back. Dick is hunched over Damian’s body, his hands pressed against Damian’s chest. It takes Jason a few seconds to realize what’s happening, but he feels his legs almost go out from underneath him when he does.

Four Hours Earlier

Jason kicks his feet up on the coffee table, leaning back in his chair. It’d been a long day, and he was working early instead of his normal six to three night shift. He finished all of his work and got home by seven. So, he turns on the TV as background noise, and picks up a book. He quietly reads for a few minutes before his phone starts ringing. He glances at it, and sees Dick’s caller ID on the screen. So, he silences the ringing, and puts it back down. It only takes a few minutes for it to start ringing again, and Jason puts his head back.

“I can’t get one night where they leave me alone?” he mutters as though the last time he talked to one of them wasn’t two weeks ago. Also, it was Damian, who busted in on one of his drug deals while actively fighting a rival gang. “What do you want?” Jason asks, sounding annoyed.

“Damian is missing. I need your help.”

“Where’d the brat run off to this time? Have you checked the Kent’s?”

“Yes, he didn’t run off. He was kidnapped, and I’m sure of it.”

“Ok, why can’t Bruce just track him down?”

“Because Bruce isn’t here.”

“Then call him. Where could he possibly be that’s more important than tracking down his son?”

“He’s in the hospital. Can you please just stop arguing, and help me look for him?”

Jason freezes, his throat getting tight. “Why is he in the hospital?” His voice comes out tighter than he means for it to.

Dick’s tone softens as he answers, “He’s fine. Apparently he and Tim were out walking earlier when someone started shooting everyone in the area. They think that it was a random shooting, but Tim got hit. That was actually why it took us a while to realize that Damian wasn’t home after school. Some of the teachers saw him before class, but he wasn’t there when class actually started. His bag was still at school too. I need your help to find him. I haven’t told Bruce, because Tim needs someone there in case something happens.”

“In case something happens? Like a medical proxy?”

Dick sighs. “Yes. It’s not looking good right now, but he’ll pull through. He was shot in the chest, and he’s in the ICU. They think he’ll be fine, and that he’ll be moved soon.”

“Ok, I’ll help. I still think we should tell Bruce though. I know he’ll want to come running, but we can’t lie to him about his youngest child being missing .”

“I know, I know. I just wanted backup, so I could convince him not to leave the hospital.”

“Fine, where should I meet you?”

“I’m almost at your safe house right now.”

Dick hangs up before Jason can respond, and he grips his phone almost hard enough to break it. He grabs his guns, and heads outside to meet Dick. They end up searching for hours without finding any leads before Dick’s phone starts buzzing.

“What’s that?” Jason asks, peeking over Dick’s shoulder.

“It’s a distress signal. I think it’s Damian’s. We have to get to this location. It’s an abandoned amusement park on the edge of town. That’s really weird. I don’t know why anyone would take him there, but we have to check it out. Keep your eyes peeled.”

Jason nods, forcing himself not to roll his eyes. They head to the amusement park. Even as they’re hopping the fence surrounding the property, they can hear laughing that breaks the silence. Jason frowns, reaching out to touch Dick’s arm. Dick barely glances at him before following the noise. Jason follows a little more cautiously.

That is until he sees the scene that’s causing the laughter. One man off to the side is telling the others to stop, but no one is listening. Two men are standing in front of a small body while a third one is standing over him with his foot planted on Damian’s chest. Jason’s chest constricts as Dick races over. He kicks one of the first two men in the head, and everyone backs up.

Jason starts shooting before any of them can do anything. Two go down immediately, and he shoots the last one in the arm. The one Dick kicked was knocked out cold on impact. The two men Jason shot are already dead by then, but he saved the rest of his bullets for the man that thought he could put his foot on Jason’s brother. He shoots him over and over again, unable to even stop.

Then he sees Dick doing chest compressions on Damian as he sobs, and begs unintelligibly. Jason’s hand goes for his phone immediately. He calls Barbara as he crashes to his knees beside Damian’s head. He’s covered in blood, and his fingers are broken. They’re bent completely out of shape, though his chest doesn’t seem to be in much better shape. It almost looks caved in, not that the CPR is helping with that.

“Jason, I’m surprised to hear from you.”

“We need an extraction, and medical help right now.”

“In costume, or out?”

“Out, it can be an ambulance. Just call someone.”

“Who is it?” Barbara asks, his voice all business.

“Damian. He’s-” Jason has to pause for a second before continuing. “He’s not breathing. We need an extraction right now.”

Dick motions towards Damian, and pauses his compressions. He still hasn’t said anything coherent, but Jason understands. He takes over rescue breaths while Dick continues with compressions. Barbara keeps asking questions, but he can’t tell what they are. He drops his phone back onto the ground, and doesn’t give it another thought. He keeps his eyes on his brother even as sirens start wailing in the background.

How are they already here? It hasn’t been that long, has it?

He breathes for Damian again before pressing his fingers into Damian’s neck. Dick is looking at him with so much hope in his eyes, but Jason just shakes his head. Paramedics run up, and Jason has to pull Dick away from Damian’s still body. Dick goes completely limp, and Jason pulls him in for a hug. He watches over Dick’s shoulder as they continue trying to reestablish a heartbeat. He keeps Dick tucked against his chest. The air stays trapped in his lungs until he hears them start to load him up. He’s not close enough anymore to hear the EEG over the sound of blood rushing in his ears. The lights are still on when they drive away though, and that’s the only reason Jason even knows that they succeeded.

“He’s alive,” he whispers, but it’s enough for Dick to hear.

“He is?”

Gordon runs over to them. They’re both still collapsed on the ground, Jason’s arms loosely wrapped around Dick. Dick is crying again, but relieved this time.

“What happened?” Gordon asks, kneeling down beside them.

Jason lets his hands drop to the dirt on either side of himself. “Damian was kidnapped earlier. He was actively being assaulted when we got here. Someone was practically standing on him,” Jason says, his eyes distant.

“Is he alright?”

“No, but maybe he will be. Can you call the old man? Tell him what happened and that Damian is heading his way?”

Gordon nods, and stands up. He’s still watching Dick, but he calls Bruce. Jason eventually forces Dick to his feet, and drags him to his car. They both get changed, and then head to the hospital. Bruce is waiting for them in the lobby.

“Hey, what’s the news? On either one of them,” Jason adds.

“Tim is stable, and in a normal room now. Damian is in surgery now. I don’t know anything else.”

Dick sniffles, and Bruce wraps his arms around Dick. “Shhh, I’m here. You’ll be alright. We’ll figure everything out. Thank you for helping, Jason.”

Jason nods. “Yeah, it’s no problem.”

They end up sitting together for hours waiting to hear about Damian. They don’t talk, all three of them still unsure of what to say. Eventually a doctor comes out, and makes a beeline for Bruce.

“Mr. Wayne, I’m here to talk to you about your son.”

Bruce stands up. “We can speak over there. I’ll be right back.”

Jason puts a hand on Dick’s arm, offering silent support. Dick leans into the touch, both of their eyes still trained on their dad. Bruce talks to the doctor for at least fifteen minutes before walking back over.

“He’s out of surgery. He has eight broken ribs, four broken fingers, a broken cheekbone, and a fractured collarbone. They’re pretty confident that he’s going to survive though.”

Jason feels Dick deflate next to him. “Can we see him?”

Bruce nods, looking twenty years older than he did the last time Jason saw him before tonight.

“Can you point me to Tim’s room?” Jason asks, standing up.

Bruce nods again, and gives him directions to Tim’s room along with the room number.

“I’m heading that way. Let me know if anything changes.”

He walks to the elevator, and makes his way to Tim’s room. Tim, surprisingly, is awake.

“Hey, Jason,” he says, sounding sleepy.

“Hey, buddy. How are you feeling?”

“Fine, I’m surprised you’re here. I figured you’d be with Damian.”

“How did you hear about that?” Jason asks, sitting down next to him.

“I have my ways.”

“You’re hurt pretty bad. What happened?”

“Bruce and I got shot at. I don’t really remember anything other than that. How is he?”

“He’ll live.”

“That’s not a good answer.”

“Not really, but that's all I have to say right now. You should get some more rest.”

“You should get some rest too. You look like shit.”

“Wow, thanks, Tim,” Jason says sarcastically.

He leans back in his chair, closing his eyes. Tim laughs softly though it sounds painful.

“Get some sleep,” Jason whispers.

Tim hums, and Jason allows himself to drift off. Tim is still asleep when Jason wakes up again. His phone is buzzing, and he looks down to see a text from Dick.

Damian is awake. You should come see him. He’s completely out of it, but I think he’s going to be alright.

Jason blinks, then looks at the clock.

“I was asleep for seven hours?” he whispers.

He glances back at Tim one more time, then heads back to Damian’s room. Damian is awake, but his eyes are glassed over. Dick has a gentle hand on Damian’s leg. Damian turns his attention to Jason as he walks in.

“Akhi, you’re here. Baba said you were, but I wasn’t sure,” Damian says, his accent coming through more than it normally does.

Jason blinks, entirely unsure of how to respond. He’s never heard Damian talk like that, especially not to him. “Yeah, I’m here.” He grabs Damian’s small hand in his own. “How you feeling?”

Damian pauses, thinking about it. “High. I don’t really feel anything else.”

Jason snickers. “Yeah, that makes sense. You’re probably on a lot of meds.”

“I don’t think I like it. Can you tell them to stop drugging me?”

“No, I can’t. We have appearances to keep up, remember?”

Damian shakes his head. “No, I don’t. You’ll have to keep mine up for me.”

Jason bites his lip, a smile still sneaking its way onto his face. “I can do that.”

“May I get some more sleep?”

“Of course you can.”

Damian hums, and lets his eyes fall closed again.

“He’s so cute isn’t he?” Dick coos, his face soft. His voice still holds a tinge of the grief from earlier, but he looks and sounds better. So does Bruce, who is still standing in the corner.

“I’m going to see Tim,” Bruce says, giving all of them a smile.

Jason nods before turning back to Damian.

“I’m so glad that they’re both going to be ok,” Dick says. “Thank you for coming. I don’t think I could have saved him today without you.”

Jason brushes his thumb over Damian’s knuckles. “Yeah, well, I don’t want the brats dead. We already knew you were useless anyway.”

Dick smiles, and punches Jason’s shoulder. Jason smirks, but keeps his eyes on Damian.

Trust Issues

Damian watches through half open eyes as his family eats breakfast around him. He keeps his guard up, a feeling of anxiety and immanent threat choking him. He hasn’t slept in days, the smallest noise snapping him back to full awareness. Bruce looks over at him, narrowing his eyes.

“Why aren’t you eating, Damian?”

“I am,” Damian immediately lies.

Bruce looks confused at that, because of how obviously not true it is. Damian puts a singular piece of strawberry from his fruit salad into his mouth. Then he stands up, slipping out of his chair.

“Come on, Damian. We’re doing so good this morning. Tim is even eating.”

“Father, Tim agreed because he’s still asleep. He was eating, then he fell asleep with his bite of eggs half out of his mouth.”

Bruce turns to Tim, who is in fact asleep with his spoon only half in his mouth.

“Tim, dear, you’re going to choke,” Bruce says, taking the spoon out of his mouth.

Tim startles, pulling back.

“What? I didn’t do anything.”

“I didn’t think you did.”

Damian slips out of the room while Bruce is reoccupied with Tim. He heads up to his room to get dressed for school, though that’s the last thing he wants to do right now. He sighs as he walks into his room to grab his uniform. It’s only a few minutes before he’s coming back down the stairs, and heading for the door. Damian can hear Bruce trying to get Tim to fully wake up so he doesn’t fall face first into his eggs.

Damian walks out without letting anyone know that he’s leaving since someone will insist on driving him to school. The walk is quiet, though that’s only because it’s so early that no one with good intentions is out right now. Most kids aren’t allowed to walk, that’s why Damian usually isn’t either. It’s not that they don’t know he can take care of himself, but they have appearances to keep up. They have to look like they’re prissy rich kids, though Damian hates how he has to act every time he leaves the house without being in costume.

A few of the small time muggers eye him as he’s walking past, but his glare is enough to put them off till he gets past them. It’s still quiet as the light manages to get past the clouds, lightening the sky. Damian keeps his hands in his pockets.

The school is empty too since he’s early. The teachers are the only ones there, and they all seem surprised to see him as they pass him in the halls. He heads straight to the cafeteria to wait on everyone else to show up. It’s quiet, so he pulls out his drawing pad and colored pencils.

A feeling of apprehension creeps up on him even though he’s alone, almost as if something is going to jump out of the shadows. After a few minutes, Damian jumps to his feet. He looks around wildly, but doesn’t see anything. He darts out of the exit attached to the cafeteria, leaving his bag, and not even sure where he’s going.

His vision starts going in and out, his hearing cutting out completely. He redirects himself to head back home, but doesn’t even get a few feet before passing out. When he wakes up, he can’t recognize where he is. It looks like a booth of some sort. People are talking right outside.

“Man, it sure took a long time for that toxin to kick in. We had to follow him for almost eight days,” one complains.

“He was in his house for a lot of that time, shut up,” another replies, sounding annoyed.

“Still, you’d think it wouldn’t be that useless. That’s a long time.”

Damian blinks, looking down. He’s zip tied to a chair, rope wrapped around his wrists and fingers on top of the zip ties.

Someone kidnapped me? They gassed me with some sort of toxin? That must be why I was feeling the way that I was.

He pulls one hand out of the ropes with a smug grin.

Now, time to get out of here discreetly so as not to ruin my secret identity. I need to call in backup.

He pulls the other one out, then begins taking the zip ties off of his wrists.

As long as I don’t get caught, I should have no issue with this. Even if they think I escaped somehow, I could still come back in costume with my family. However, there’s only one door.

Damian walks over to the door, feeling much heavier than he normally does. He cracks the door open soundlessly. It’s dark outside, but it’s not hard for him to tell that they’re in an abandoned amusement park. The Ferris Wheel is looming over the buildings, stalls, and shut down attractions.

The guards are less than a foot away from the door, still distracted with their conversation. Damian slips out of the doorway, making a beeline for the next attraction. He makes it there without incident, giving him time to look for his emergency beacon. Luckily it’s there, still tucked into the heel of his shoe.

He clicks it before straightening back up. Then someone grabs him by the collar. A large man shakes Damian. He almost punches the man in the throat, but remembers why he can’t in just enough time to pull back. The man punches him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He feels the man throw him towards the two guards that were watching him originally.

One of them kicks him in the face immediately. This goes on for a while as they take turns hitting him while he just has to lie there and take it. Eventually he tastes blood coming up his throat, and at this point, he’s not even sure where it’s coming from. Though it doesn’t really matter if he’s throwing it up or coughing it up, either one is pretty bad.

I wonder what they wanted. They sure did do a lot to just kill me.

Someone stomps down on his fingers, breaking them. He doesn’t let out a single noise.

That’s probably why they’re still going. I haven’t screamed or cried like this is a big deal. I wonder if they’re going to figure out how badly I’m already hurt.

It’s only a minute later when exactly that happens.

“Hey, I think you’re going too far. He has to be alive to use him for ransom,” the second man calls, sounding worried. He also sounds far away, and Damian doesn’t feel like listening anymore.

A few more sounds bring him back from the edge, even if just a little bit. It sounds like a scuffle of some sort. Then someone grabs his head, startling him. He cracks his eyes open, seeing Dick above him. He’s in costume, his mask covering his eyes.

“Hey, Baby Bird. Just hold on, we’re going to get you to a hospital. You’ll be ok.”

“You came,” Damian whispers, blinking his heavy eyes.

“What do you mean? Of course we did. Don’t you trust us?”

Damian doesn’t respond, letting his eyes drop closed.

“No, Damian, open your eyes!”

Dick shakes his shoulders, but everything continues to fade. He doesn’t feel it as Dick keeps shaking him, and eventually stops hearing him too. Then nothing.

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vestaignis · 4 months ago

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Одна из альтернативных достопримечательностей Берлина - Шпреепарк, заброшенный парк аттракционов с трагической судьбой.

Парк открыли в 1969 году на берлинском полуострове Плэнтервальд, и до 1989 года он оставался единственным парком развлечений в ГДР. Для учредителей было важно, что место несет не только увеселительный, но и образовательный характер.Так появилось название “Культурный парк” — Kulturpark Plänterwald. Кроме катания на аттракционах и американских горках в Kulturpark можно было сходить на концерт или танцевальный вечер.После объединения Германии стало понятно: старому парку не место в новом Берлине. Берлинский сенат организовал тендер среди подрядчиков, чтобы превратить уже не модный Культурный парк в настоящую мекку развлечений по лучшим западным образцам: в берлинский Диснейле��д.

Новыми владельцами парка стала семья Витте. Они переименовали место в Spreepark («Парк у реки Шпрее»), закупили огромное количество новых аттракционов, ввели плату за вход в парк и устроили реорганизацию. Многие аттракционы они привезли из разорившегося французского парка Мираполис, в том числе знаменитую железную дорогу и карусель с чашками, на которых был изображен старый талисман компании Nesquik — кролик Groquik. Из Франции в Германию также переехали трех- и четырехметровые динозавры и два мамонта: огромные фигуры сразу стали в Шпреепарке любимцами публики. Стегозавр, тираннозавр, апатозавр, стиракозавр с товарищами встречали гостей у входа в парк, возвышались над деревьями и приводили в восторг посетителей.

До 2000 года дела у Шпреепарка шли неплохо. Но цена билетов постоянно росла, при этом мест для парковки не хватало, а сами аттракционы стремительно старели. Число посетителей упало с полутора миллиона до четырехсот тысяч, у парка появились долги, и компанию-учредителя признали банкротом. И в 2001 году парк закрылся. Но на владельце Spreepark по-прежнему висел долг в € 11 млн, поэтому он решился…открыть новый парк! На этот раз в Перу, для чего он перенаправил туда шесть своих аттракционов. Но и там дело не пошло.

Сейчас в парке остались многие аттракционы, на которых можно сделать интересные фотографии. Самый большой аттракцион – колесо обозрения, до сих пор крутится благодаря ветру. Также здесь есть американские горки, ракеты, машинки. С марта 2019 года в Шпреепарке проводятся организованные экскурсии (на немецком и английском языках). Посетители могут ознакомиться с историей парка, осмотреть еще сохранившиеся аттракционы, ��остройки. Их продолжительность – 1,5 часа. Помимо этого, парк стал местом проведения различных выставок уличного искусства, вечеров и встреч с художниками и музыкантами.

One of Berlin's alternative attractions is Spreepark, an abandoned amusement park with a tragic fate.

The park opened in 1969 on Berlin's Planterwald peninsula, and until 1989 it remained the only amusement park in the GDR. It was important to the founders that the place not only had an entertaining, but also an educational character. This is how the name "Culture Park" - Kulturpark Plänterwald - appeared. In addition to riding the rides and roller coasters, you could go to a concert or dance evening in Kulturpark. After the unification of Germany, it became clear: the old park had no place in the new Berlin. The Berlin Senate organized a tender among contractors to turn the no longer fashionable Kulturpark into a real mecca of entertainment according to the best Western examples: Berlin Disneyland.

The Witte family became the new owners of the park. They renamed the place Spreepark, bought a huge number of new rides, introduced an entrance fee and reorganized the park. They brought many rides from the bankrupt French park Mirapolis, including the famous railway and the carousel with cups, which depicted the old mascot of the Nesquik company - the Groquik rabbit. Three- and four-meter dinosaurs and two mammoths also moved from France to Germany: huge figures immediately became favorites of the public in Spreepark. Stegosaurus, tyrannosaurus, apatosaurus, styracosaurus and friends greeted guests at the entrance to the park, towered over the trees and delighted visitors.

Until 2000, Spreepark was doing well. But the price of tickets was constantly rising, there was a shortage of parking spaces, and the rides themselves were rapidly aging. The number of visitors dropped from one and a half million to four hundred thousand, the park got into debt, and the parent company was declared bankrupt. And in 2001, the park closed. But the owner of Spreepark still had a debt of € 11 million, so he decided to… open a new park! This time to Peru, for which he redirected six of his rides there. But things didn’t work out there either.

Now the park still has many rides on which you can take interesting photos. The largest ride is the Ferris wheel, which still spins thanks to the wind. There are also roller coasters, rockets, cars. Since March 2019, Spreepark has been offering organized tours (in German and English). Visitors can learn about the history of the park, see the remaining rides and buildings. They last 1.5 hours. In addition, the park has become a venue for various street art exhibitions, evenings and meetings with artists and musicians.

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