"Are you ready yet?" Dick shouted up the stairs to his sister. She had gone to get ready over an hour ago, so she was ready for her date to arrive. The process had been lengthened by the arrival of her sister, so both twins were now getting ready.

"Almost done" she shouted back. Jason chuckled at the top of the stairs.
"I can't believe you're actually walking into that death-trap Gray" Dick scowled at Jason at the return of his nickname.
"It's not a death trap Jason" Sarah called from her room. "It's just a joint prom night"

"Oh yeah. All the local schools and academy's seniors and graduates in one place. WHILE there are people looking for the teenager that make up the team" Jason said defiantly to the closed door to his sister's room. "How can that not be a trap?"

"Stop being grumpy Jason or I'll drag you along too." Charmaine shouted back. "Our dates haven't arrived yet"
Jason's savage growl was heard by the twins.
"You wouldn't dare"
"They would Jason" Dick added from the bottom of the stairs.

Jason stalked down the stairs, keeping a wary eye on the door separating him from the twins. Dick laughed at him.
"Don't let them take me Dick" Jason whined, causing Dick to laugh harder.

"Remember boys, we can hear everything you say" Sarah shouted. This caused Jason to hide behind Dick, who was now leaning over, unable to support himself as he was laughing so much.

"Alright, we're ready!" the twins shouted in unison. Dick stopped laughing and looked to the top of the stairs as the door was opened. Jason gawped at the sight of the twins.

Charmaine had chosen a long black dress that highlighted her slim frame. It flowed down the stairs behind her and was accompanied by elbow length black gloves, which were covered in intricate patterns, highlighted by red beads. Her long auburn hair fell in straight lines over her shoulders, almost hiding a black and red crystal pendant that had the same silver designs on it as the gloves.

Sarah had chosen a long emerald green dress. It floated down the stairs behind her and, like her sister's, highlighted her slim frame. Her gloves were also elbow length, but the patterns were different and highlighted by silver beads. Though her hair was longer than her sister's, it came to the same length as Sarah's was in tight curls. Her pendant was the same colour as her dress, an emerald in the centre of an antique bronze swirl.

"You look whelmed Jason." Dick said, waving his hand in front of Jason's face. Jason pushed his brother's hand away.
"Stop with the word play Gray. I can't deal with it."

Sarah opened her mouth to say something, but she closed it again as Alfred announced the arrival of guests. Jason turned to the door and waited for the dates to appear, while everyone else practically ran to it.

Zatanna came through the front door first, she was immediately greeted by Dick who was smiling and laughing with her. Jason smiled at his brother and tore his eyes away from the couple, looking at the other two people whose arrival had been announced. Jason didn't recognise them, but the twins did.

The first one to walk through the door was quickly swamped by Sarah in her emerald green dress. His light brown hair was visible over Sarah's head.

Jason looked past them to see Charmaine and her date in the doorway. Unlike her sister, she had not immediately embraced her date. Instead she stood back and looked at him, as if they hadn't seen each other in a long time. Jason examined him closely, his presence making him feel a little uneasy.

Rebellious black hair gave way to a pale face hiding grey eyes. He had not been traditional and was wearing a black leather jacket over a black shirt, followed by black jeans. This theme was continued by shiny black shoes that were just visible over Charmaine's dress.

'What is it with this guy and black?' Jason thought to himself. Then he remembered Sarah could read minds as she replied.
'So you didn't notice that she's wearing it too?'

Jason was about to take a better look at his sister's date, who was no longer hidden by the green material, when Alfred pulled up in the limousine outside the front door.

Jason chuckled to himself. They would arrive in style to the biggest event of the year, how was he the only one that could see the whole thing was a death-trap?

Mini trilogy part 1
Taken...

"That could have been worse considering the standard of the rest of the series." I said to my sister as we walked out of the cinema.
"Okay I agree with you there, it definitely could have been worse." she replied.

She pushed the empty popcorn box into the bin and clicked the button on her car keys. She grabbed my arm and pulled me towards her black convertible halfway across the car park.

"I hate traffic lights." she muttered five minutes later. "We're gonna be late back to the mountain. Batman won't be very happy."

I laughed when I realised what she had said.
"What did I miss now?" she asked as she floored it through the green light.
"I was just thinking about the second film."
"And that makes you laugh why?" her voice suspicious.
"Because you mentioned Batman when I was thinking about her punching the werewolf in the face and breaking her hand."
"So..."
"You made me think about the similar situation with Bruce when he punched Clark in the face."

I watched her face closely as she thought about what I had said. Here eyes widened and her eyebrows raised as she worked out what I meant and she started to laugh too.
"I see what you mean" she said when she stopped laughing for a second to breathe, before slipping into laughter again.

She stopped laughing as a car almost crashed into us.
"Idiot. He could have pushed us off the road!" she shouted as he pulled up in front of us. I felt the colour drain from my face as I realised that was the point.

He pulled alongside us again and rammed us, sending us into a spin. Charm both feet on the brakes and we stopped spinning. I heard the other car stop and the doors open. I froze.

As I was pulled out of my seat my training kicked in. I elbowed my attacker when I got close enough, following by planting my feet on the floor and flipping him over my head. He hit the floor and groaned. A second attacker came up behind me and kicked my leg. I heard the bone snap and I fell to the floor, hissing as the air was expelled from my lungs.

I turned onto my side wheezing, bracing my arms on the floor as I tried to stand and fight. He came up beside me and kicked my arms as I did so, they collapsed crossed over.

I ignored the protests of my wrists and tried to push myself up again, stopping as he put his boot on my back and pushed me back onto the ground.
"Don't move" he commanded. I heard the distinct click of a gun from above and I stopped. He pulled me feet and pressed the gun to my temple.

I watched as Charm fought with another man, flooring him before turning round. She froze when she saw me, allowing her opponent to get off the floor and pull her arms behind her back.

I fought my panic as a second car pulled up. The door opened and Sportsmaster stepped out. I snorted, not entirely surprised he was involved.

He ignored Charm and walked straight over to me, grabbing my hands, which where clawing at the arm holding me still. I winced as he pulled me away from the gun and towards the car he had just arrived in. He spun me round still holding my wrists, which were complaining from my fall, binding them behind me with wire.

I snarled at him as he pushed be onto the back seat of the car. He chuckled and pushed my sister in too before he closed the door. He walked over to the open driver's door and sat in the seat, closing the door before speeding away, leaving the accident scene and his goons behind.
******
"Where are they?" Bruce asked himself for the millionth time. Bruce Wayne was normally a patient man, but this was stretching it.

He tried his phone again, awaiting a message or phone call from Sarah to explain why they were late. He had nothing.

Dick ducked as the phone went flying past his head onto the seat next to him. Bruce started to pace the room again.

"Relax Bruce. I'm sure they're fine, their film was probably longer than we expected." Dick said as he watched Bruce pace. He stopped pacing, trying to calm down.
"The maximum time for a film is three and a half hours. It should have finished two hours ago."
"Traffic trouble then, there always is during the night in Gotham." the teen replied.

Bruce turned to his son sitting on the sofa. Dick sat there perfectly calm with his legs stretched out. Bruce met his son's eyes and he relaxed, walking over to retrieve his phone from the seat beside him.

"Okay. Staying calm." he muttered to himself as he took a set beside his son. Dick winced as Bruce moved his injured leg slightly to clear the seat. They sat in silence, waiting for the phone in Bruce's hand to spring to life.

They both jumped when the phone did come to life. Bruce answered the call.
"Sarah where are you?"
"Bruce, it's commissioner Gordon."
"Why do you have Sarah's phone. Where is she?"
"We don't know. We have a black convertible here with her bag in it crashed in the middle of the road."

The reply from the other end of the phone had stopped his next question in its tracks.
"Any sign of her?" he asked, not really wanting a reply.
"Sorry Bruce. No sign of her or the driver, any ideas on who that would be?"
"Her older sister. They went to watch a movie together several hours ago."
"I didn't even know she had one. Could you give us a description of her."
"She looks like an older version of Sarah, they could be twins if they weren't two years apart."
There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Bruce turned to face Dick, his concerned face telling Dick all he needed to know.

The twins had been taken...