A/N: If I make any spelling/grammer mistakes, please correct me, but don't be rude. Thank You!
The ceiling fan swings, the low creaking sound bouncing off the walls of the room. Laying on the tiled floor are five unconsious male humans. Each of them is well known by their city of misfortuane and crime, Gotham. The boys are scattered across the floor, out of reach from each other in thier slumber. Shadows are casted across the room, the light from the fan falling upon almost every inanimate object in the room.
The youngest begins to wake, his eyes fluttering open. He blinks several times, trying to adjust his emrald green eyes to the light. As soon as he realizes that he is no longer in his bedroom, the place of which he fell into his sleep, he stands. He reaches behind himself for some sort of weapon for defense, panic falling over the boy as he notices none of his devices are on him. Finally, he sees his 'brothers' and father alseep on the floor. He walks to the closest one.
The one that he gently shakes is the third in the family, an intelligent child, just as the rest. The younger one notices that his method of calmly waking him up is ineffective. Rolling his eyes, he forcefully shoves him. He yelps in surprise, shooting up and glaring at his sibling, who simply points over to the rest of their family. He makes an O shape with his mouth and they crawl over to the next of the brothers.
The next one is the oldest of the children and, considerably, the most attractive in the family. He rolls over, swatting their hands away like a couple of pestering flies. The two concious brothers exchange a look, smirking at each other. The younger winds back his foot, before swinging it forward. The oldest shouts in pain, jolting up and rubbing his back. He glares at his brothers, who simply puffed out their cheeks and grinned evilly.
They all go over to the last of the children, leaving their normally brooding father for last. The oldest shakes him lightly. His eye twitches as the response he receives is 'go away, dickhead'. He angrily shoves him, making the other smack the side of his face against the tile with a clap. He gets up, glaring him as the two younger brothers chuckle in amusment. All their eyes land on the last sleeping figure; their father.
Each of them takes a turn trying to wake him, until it's only youngest left. He gulps. Their personal butler was always the one to wake him, because he was not much of a morning person. The last one breathes in deeply, backing up slightly. The others look at each other in confusion. He beant down and jumped, landing on top of their father. He was startled awake, shoving him off as they all burst into uncontrolable laughter.
Once they all quieted down, they scowered the room, careful not to touch anything in case of a trap. Everything seemed fine, except the door was locked, reinforced so they could force in open. Better yet, it didn't have a key lock, but they saw little key holes around the room. Other then that, it was a normal kitchen. Sighing, they all plopped in the middle of the room. Each of them thought of a way to get out, except the second oldest. He wnated to know what there was to eat. However, the one question (mostly) on everyone's minds was how the hell to get out.
'Oh, fuck me.'
