Ok, so this is the first story i have ever written, so please don't judge too harshly, but feel free to give some constructive criticism. I'm still learning how to write. I own absolutely nothing. Except for the story plot, of course.

One Untimely Incident

Nightwing overlooked the dark Gotham district that he was patrolling from a dark rooftop, searching for nothing, almost lost in thought. The night had been pretty peaceful, no serious crimes had been enacted, but that should have made Nightwing more alert. Something was different.

He hadn't heard about anything big that was about to go down either, so he headed over to the rendezvous point. Normally, he would be back in Bludhaven, patrolling its filthy streets that had somehow become as much a home to him as Gotham, but he had gone back to spend time with his patchwork family before heading back to legal crime fighting as an officer of the law.

Silently making his way to the roof of the small coffee shop he and the rest of his brothers were to meet at before going back to the cave, he constantly blew his somewhat long, unkempt hair away from his face. Nearly reaching his destination, he recognized the silhouettes of Robin and Red Robin. As he leaped onto the adjacent roof, he huffed as he brushed another stray hair from his face.

"Nightwing." Red Robin greeted somewhat tonelessly, albeit with a slight hopeful grimace which meant, Thank you for saving me from the Demon Brat.

"Tt-" Robin dismissed with an annoyed expression, all the while sending a not quite discreet glare toward his predecessor.

Nightwing suddenly adopted a mildly worried expression. "Where's Hood?" he asked, fiddling with the stray strands of hair. "Have you seen him recently?"

Then with impeccable timing, as if to answer his question, Red Hood leapt onto the roof, displaying his infamous shit eating grin. The other three were just grateful that he wasn't scowling. That meant he was angry. Nobody wants to deal with an angry/grumpy/angsty Hood.

"Hey Goldie, Replacement, Demon Brat!" Then the corners of his mouth drooped too far down for comfort.

"Why the fuck did you ask me to come here and waste my precious time with you little shits? I was having a good time until you texted me and screwed with my plans. It'd better be something important." His voice hinted at the dangerous, yet harmless warning.

"Hey, I'm not little." Nightwing whined. Everybody just stared at him, pondering his selective understanding, until he sighed in resignation. "Why were you so late anyway Li'l Wing?"

Jason took off the bucket and proceeded to, what looked like, roll his eyes behind the red domino mask. "I was fashionably late. Ever heard of it? And stop calling me that."

Nightwing sighed. Again. His brothers just seemed like sigh magnets considering the amount of sighs that occurred every time he was within range. "Okay. Back to business. Or something. Can we just spend tonight together doing something?" Eyebrows raised as he emitted another sigh. "I'm leaving Gotham tomorrow for Bludhaven, and you know how little time I get off, so can we pleeeeeaaaaaasssssssseeeee spend some time together? I never get to stay and be with you guys for anything fun."

The other batboys finally acquiesced to his request after succumbing to the whining and puppy eyes that Dick tried to make with the mask on. They decided to throw on their hoodies, take off the masks, wear sunglasses, and catch up in the little coffee shop below. They would just go with the flow that night. nothing exact was planned.

That turned out to be the first big mistake.

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The cool, slightly polluted night air burned their lungs as all four walked into the quaint little coffee shop. After they settled down and ordered some drinks, they began to re-knit their relationships as they divulged in stories of what they had encountered the past few years.

The owner of the shop listened to their laughter from behind the kitchen door and smile for the first time in many moons. This was the reason she had started the little business that had meant so much to her. Family was important, and she was glad that she could indirectly help them to keep together, what her family could not. With that, her smile turned slightly melancholy as she walked back into the depths of her small kitchen to serve her few other customers.

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After they had had their fill, the four brothers filed out of the warm building and into the chilly street, shivering slightly under the dim, flickering glow of the old streetlight.

"Tt- What are we doing here Grayson. We are supposed to patrol when we are in costume, are we not?" Damian asked sardonically, though without any actual bite.

"Well, I guess we are in costume, so why don't we go stop some crime." Dick said with a challenging grin. The grin was returned and hoodies were ripped off as they made their own separate ways up to the rooftops.

The four bats immediately split up, each heading in one direction. The goal of the game was to take out as many baddies as possible, and whoever had the most take downs in an hour won.

Splitting up was the next big mistake.

-Time Skip-

As they met back on the coffee shop roof, none of them noticed the four pairs of yellow illuminated eyes watching from the darkness.

"Hood, Red, Robin, how many did you guys get." Nightwing asked smugly.

"32." Smirk.

"30." Frown.

"Tt-. 33" Eyes narrowed.

"Well, I got- Bum Bum BUM! 40! Yes!" Nightwing executed a perfect front flip as he congratulated himself.

"Shut up, Dickface." Red Hood put his helmet-bucket back on.

"..." Red Robin just looked at Nightwing exasperatedly.

"This is ridiculous! Nightwing, act your own age. I attained maturity, how have you not!" Robin demanded, glaring.

"Sorry Li'l D, I didn't mean to-" Nightwing gasped as all four of them were simultaneously pulled into the dark.

Everything faded out of existence as the four were rendered unconscious.

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Waking up, they found themselves on the pavement. They seemed to on the same street, though it looked slightly different. The difference, they quickly realized, was that it was daytime.

"Shit!" Jason's voice echoed down the street, eliciting a few curious stares from people passing by. He groaned as he peeled himself off of the cement. Standing up, the others soon following, he stared at a nearby newspaper stand, paling with sudden realization of their current situation.

A crowd was quickly gathering to ogle at the strange men/boys who had appeared in odd vigilante-like clothing. Some were snapping pictures, and a few of the braver ones were trying to talk to them.

But the only thing that had captured Jason's rapt attention was the date on the stand. July 20th, 1999.

If anyone actually likes this story, I will be updating at least once a week unless I'm super busy. Thx for reading! (Please tell me how to make this better)