There's some news about RFAA at the end!

I put this as a Batman/YJ crossfic because I needed to tag Tim as Red Robin. Also, with this story, I am trying something different; point of views! I've seen this done in other stories and thought that I'd give it a try (it could also improve my writing ability). I might change it to third-person if it gets too confusing for you guys, but hopefully it won't come to that.

'...' - thinking

"..." - speaking

-everything else is inner monologue

Tim's POV

It's been along time since Jason was thrown into the past and me and Dick had to go get him. Four years in fact. The reason I bring it up now is because I am currently in a similar predicament to that of Jay's. What do I mean by that you might ask? Well I am currently hurtling through a time warp drive that I was sent to recover. Let's start from the beginning.

It's been a year and a half since Bruce was declared dead and Dick took up the mantle of Batman while Damian took over my position as Robin. Since then I have created the persona Red Robin and, with the utmost secrecy, conducting my own investigation into Bruce's disappearance. No, I do not think he is dead. I won't tell anyone that though, at least not Dick or the League. They'd just ship me off to Arkham. Jay though, I have spilled some secrets to. The reason being that he doesn't think I'm crazy. Sure, he believes that Bruce is gone just like the others, however, he won't think for a second that I am insane. He knows what that judgement feels like all too well to dish it out on other people. He's the one who saved me after my little skirmish with Ra's. I had to make Jason promise not to tell Dick about my missing spleen, and I used concealer to hide the scar from Alfred and the others until it was mostly healed up. So anyway, after finishing up an early patrol, I headed back to the cave where the dynamic duo awaited me.

After being kicked out of my position as the Boy Wonder, I admit I had bitter feelings towards the little demon, I still do, but over time those feelings of hate and betrayal dissipated into slight annoyance. As I walked to the bat computer to input my report for that night, Dick came over with Damian's small feet trailing lightly behind.

"Tim, I have a favor I need to ask of you." I swiveled around in the large chair and crossed my legs. Ever since the man I called my older brother took over the bat mantle, favors had become a normality from him. Not that I minded, though.

"What do you need, Dick?"

He seemed to think for a minute before speaking. That was a first. Normally, he'd just open his big mouth and say whatever the hell he wanted. He was very much like Jay in that aspect.

"I need you to to go to pier 32 and observe. There have been multiple sightings of armored trucks and masked men walking in and out of a warehouse on the dock. Unloading crates and various machines. Some have spotted Black Mask and Dr. Strange as well. With a team up like that, who knows what trouble they could be brewing. Go and observe and report back within 4 hours. If you're not back by then, I'll go myself. Remember, this is strictly reconnaissance. No getting involved unless it's absolutely necessary."

I stared at him for a while then sighed. "Yeah, sure. Got it. Observe and report only." I summarized and hopped on my motorcycle.

"Be careful, Tim."

I nodded and pulled my helmet over my head as I revved the engine. I sped out heading for pier 32. Once I was there, I could tell why Dick asked me to do it instead of the demon spawn or Jay. Seeing as how the latter was still recovering after having been distracted while fighting Black Mask and was shot in the shoulder. Twice. I went in through and open window and moved along the rafters until I could spot my targets. Standing in front of what looked like an ancient ruin of some sort was Strange, reading various hieroglyphs to himself, while Black Mask was shouting at some of his followers. The two subordinates ran off in search of whatever the mob boss had ordered them to find. When Black Mask turned back to Strange, I managed to pick up part of their conversation.

"How long until it's ready?!" Black Mask shouted.

"Patience my friend. These hieroglyphics say the ruin requires human blood to activate." Strange replied. Human blood? Just what are they trying to activate. Just then, the two subordinates of Black Mask returned with a small girl, maybe 6 or 7, in tow. She was gagged and her hands were bound with ropes.

"I already have that covered. Just get that damn thing working!" the mob boss exclaimed. He pulled out a gun and aimed it at the girl. Her scream was muffled through the gag and her tears flowed down her cheeks.

Damn it Dick. Why do you always make these thing recon only? I couldn't just let the girl die so I reached into my utility belt and pulled out some smoke bombs. And flipped off the rafter and threw the bombs to the ground.

"What?! What the hell is this?" Black Mask yelled. I took out all the underlings and knocked out Strange. I sent an elbow to Black Mask's abdomen and uppercut him, knocking him down and out. I ran over to the girl and took the gag then got to work on undoing her bindings.

"Y-you'we Wed Wobin!" If I said the girl's lisp wasn't the least bit cute, I'd be lying. She was awestruck as I worked the bindings off her wrists.

"Yes, I am. Are you okay?" She nodded and the ropes were finally off. "I need you to do something for me, can you do that?"

"Mhm."

"Great, there's a red motorcycle outside. I need you to get on it and hold on tight. It's going to take you to a police station alright?" The girl nodded. "Once you're there, I need you to tell the police everything that happened okay?" She nodded hesitantly this time. "You can do it," I looked over her jacket where her name was stitched into it then back to her, "Mina. You've been very brave, don't give up."

"How did you know my name Mr. Wed Wobin?" She asked, surprised. I chuckled and smiled at her.

"I work for Batman, Mina. I know things. Alright let's get you going and I'll take care of the bad guys here." I helped her up and sent her out of the warehouse. I reached the bike's control panel on my utility belt and pressed autopilot. Just then, I felt a sudden pain in my abdomen, and then another followed by two ringing sounds. I turned to see Black Mask standing a couple meters away holding a smoking gun. I looked down at myself and saw red seeping through the blind spot of my kevlar. I really should have Alfred fix that.

"Ha! Red Robin, what an unwanted surprise. Beating Hood wasn't enough, you wanted some too?" he cackled. I clutched my stomach and staggered backwards, falling into the ruin, which had activated from my blood splattering on it. As I fell through it, I could vaguely make out Strange shouting at Black Mask.

"You imbecile! It only allows entry for one person! One person! You were supposed to go back, not the Bat's brat!"

And that brings us back to the present. Me, falling through the time stream and all that. It wasn't long before my back made contact with solid ground. I grunted in pain and opened my eyes halfway to see someone I thought I'd never see again. Bruce.

Nightwing's POV

It's been a year since Jay's future self had come to the past. A year since our Jay died. He didn't die the same way, if that's what you're thinking. He and Bruce both went to see Sheila, knowing it was a trap. Bruce thought that because he would be there with him that things would be different. He was wrong. While Bruce was fighting the Joker, Jason had gone over to his mother. As Jason helped her to her feet, she pulled out a knife and stabbed him in the heart. Jason died quickly, not even able to say goodbye to Bruce, and that was why he had continued to blame himself even to this day.

We found Tim, the boy from Jason's memories and he became the new Robin. I could tell that he was uncomfortable by the slight way he flinched and fidgeted around the team and Bruce. I could hardly blame him. The kid knew what happened to his predecessor but he didn't see the memories like everyone else had. I could already feel a headache coming on as the beta squad returned from their mission.

"Hey Wing, you'll never guess what Rob did!" Bart said as he zipped up to me. I rubbed my temples and sighed.

"Bart you need to slow down a little. What happened?"

"Nothing bad Nightwing, I just hacked into the mainframe of the Bizarro look alike bot." Tim said as he came up next to the young speedster.

"Yeah, as it was choking you!" Bart seemed genuinely angry at his friend.

"I had to be in contact with him to get close enough to reach his framework!" Tim yelled back.

"Not if you have to risk your life for it!" Bart exclaimed. While I was a bit peeved at Tim myself and agreed with Bart, the hero work was risky business. You just have to do what you can.

"Alright enough." I turned to see my mentor along with the older members of the team coming into the room. "Both of you are to-" Before he could finish his sentence, a bright light filled the room and a figure dropped from the ceiling and landed harshly on the ground with a grunt. The figure, now seen to be a boy no older than 17, opened his eyes a little from behinds the black domino mask and grunted in pain. I looked him over and noticed he had two bullet wounds. His eyes wandered the room until they landed on someone behind me.

"Bruce?" he whispered. Everyone went still.

Alrighty so here's the first chapter for this sequel! I only plan on this series being maybe 3-5 chapters tops. The reason being that it was a request from my friend after reading Come What May. She said and I quote 'I need some babybird angst and fluff [insert squealing noise and puppy dog eyes here]'. RFAA chapter 4 will be up on Friday in the afternoon, though it won't be as long as I had originally intended since I couldn't remember some of what I had written after switching computers. As always though, please review and tell me if I there's anything I could improve on or anything else in general about the story, thank you!