Bruce sat in his study staring into space. He had a feeling in his gut that he knew all to well. It's the feeling he gets when one of his kids were in trouble. This was usually a small feeling just enough to annoy him to do something about it. But right now right at this moment it was a big feeling. It was a gut turning feeling. Witch can only mean one thing. All his kids were in trouble and he didn't like it. He had grown fond of all of them. He was now thinking of how he missed Dick's smile and laugh. Jason's heavy metal and rebellion. Tim's geekiness and his computer hacking skills. Damian's small frown and his knowledge of things and wanting to learn more. He was feeling down and when the phone ranged in his study he jumped at the sudden sound. He looked at the black phone before picking it up and holding it to his ear.
"Wayne Manor. This is Bruce speaking how may I help you?" he said into the phone his usual opening.
"Yes this is Gotham Airport. We unfortunately have some very unsatisfying news to tell you." a young lady on the other side of the phone answered. Bruce sat up straighter then he was before.
"What has happened?" he asked in a very worried tone.
"I regret to inform you that the plane that your children were on has crashed. They were over a bundle of islands when they crashed. We believe that Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne all made it out okay and are currently on one of the five islands that surround the plane crash. We are currently readying a search party and they will start looking in the morning." she said over the phone in a motherly voice. Bruce was now worried about his boys and was ready to cry but wasn't going to.
"Thank you for letting me know can you please let me know if there is any news at all?" Bruce asked in a hurt tone.
"We will sir. Please stay calm and we will find your kids." she said over the phone before hanging up. Bruce placed the phone back down on the stand before burying his face into his hands.