It had been fifteen years, three months, four days, six hours, and seventeen(surreal) minutes since Dick Grayson had become Robin.
It had felt amazing to be clad in Kevlar and spandex in the immense, sprawling darkness of Gotham, flying alongside the mass of shadows and armor known as Batman. Truth be told, it still remained as one of the happiest days of his short life.
It had been ten years, seven months, eight days, ten hours, and three minutes since Robin, Kid Flash, and Aqualad had freed Superboy-Connor Kent-from Cadmus, and Young Justice had been founded. For the next two years, everything had been beyond perfect.
It had been eight years, two months, thirteen days, one hour and twenty-one minutes since he had first donned the black-and-blue guise of Nightwing. From then, things were harder, but he managed. Three months later, when there was a new Robin, he was angry, at first, but after a few weeks he accepted Jason Todd as Robin-as his brother.
It had been seven years, eleven months, two days, three hours and nine minutes since the Joker killed Jason.
Things had been even harder, after that. He had Bruce had a fight, and past missions, they didn't speak to each other for months.
One year, ten months, three days, one hour and two minutes later, Tim Drake convinced Bruce Wayne that the Batman needed a Robin.
It had been five years, two months, three days, ten hours, and twenty-nine minutes since Wally West entered the Speedforce. Four years, one month, thirty days, one hour and eleven minutes since returned. For a while, everything was looking good. Surprisingly few people tried to kill him and his family for a few months.
It had been three years, ten months, two days, ten hours and twenty-five minutes since the Joker had shot Barbara Gordon. Three years, seven days, ten hours and five minutes since Cassandra Cain first donned the cowl of Batgirl. And again, for a while? Everything was fine. Normal. Well, as normal as a family of brooding vigilantes could possibly be, at least.
Two years, one month, three days, one hour and ten minutes ago, Jason Todd returned, hellbent on vengeance.
Everything spiraled out of control from that point.
It had been five months, two weeks, three days, ten hours and five minutes since Damian Wayne first laid eyes upon his shorter-than-expected father.
Two months, three days, twelve hours and thirteen minutes since Darkseid took the life of Batman...of Bruce Wayne...of their father.
One month, twenty days, two hours and three minutes since Tim Drake became Red Robin.
One month, ten days, one hour and twenty minutes since Gotham went to the dogs.
Thirty two days, one hour and three minutes since all Bat Family member took a hopefully temporary leave of absence from the Team for undisclosed, yet blatantly obvious reasons.
Ten days, ten hours and one minute since Damian Wayne first donned the mask of Robin.
One day, three hours and ten minutes since Nightwing left the streets
Eighteen hours and two minutes since he thought this was utterly, absolutely, horrifically insane beyond measure.
It had been seventeen surreal minutes and twenty-nine seconds since Dick Grayson lifted that damn cape from its impeccable mannequin, desperately hoping that there was a way out of this even though deep down, he knew that this would always happen, from the moment he first lifted the small, delicate mask from its seat upon red Kevlar.
"You called, commissioner?"
Thank you for reading my crappy drabble!
Seriously, though, I kinda hate this. All criticism is welcome, let the flames burn, all questions are welcome, I'm too new to comics to know what I'm doing, blah-dee-bloop, please review, and yes, I want S3 to cover these things. Because dammit, I love me some Bats!