There is a theory out there, seemingly widely known, of alternate universes. These universes are all forms of the actual one—but the actual one can be declared at any time by any universe. They are variants of the prior-claimed "actual" universe that depicts different ways that occasions could have unfolded.

Perhaps this is confusing.

Here, we shall proclaim this universe, our universe, as the actual one. Now, we are the starting point. From us on, there are an infinite amount of these universes that differ from our own, based on the choices of individuals.

There are thousands of choices to be made. Some are small; some are large. No matter what size, decisions lead us down deep paths that open up a myriad of more choices to be made. Each one of those choices has its rewards as well as its consequences.

For instance, in one of these universes, you had chosen to prepare a breakfast of pancakes this morning, instead of your normal oatmeal. Since you underestimated the amount of time this would take, you are late for your bus, which means you have to walk to your destination. But, this allows you to find twenty bucks lying on the street.

Of course, there is also a universe in which you do not find the twenty dollars, because the person who dropped the money had decided to buy a new wallet the day before, and her money did not fall out of her purse when she went rifling through it to grab her phone.

But even in those millions upon millions of choices that you and others around you have made, there are some things that just plain have to occur. Some choices have to happen, and some events must come to pass. There is some sort of predetermination of fate.

Some people are just meant to come together, no matter what choices they've made.

Richard Grayson couldn't help but wonder if there was a universe out there in which his parents didn't fall to their deaths when he was a child. One in which his best friend didn't have to sacrifice himself to save the world. Maybe even one where his little brother didn't meet his fate at the hands of the Joker.

He supposed he was pushing his luck if he asked for all three.

Today, he was just trying to spend some time with his family—the Batfamily, as Wally had so lovingly referred to them as. He had taken the day off from studying, Mal was in charge at the Cave, and he had his AI Gretchen scanning the police channels for any abnormal activity.

"I'm as free as a bird," he said to his younger brother through the com.

Robin rolled his eyes up to the figure on top of the skyscraper. "Jump already, Tweety. I'm not waiting forever. Batman wants to meet in five."

Needing no more encouragement than that, Nightwing flung himself off of the building.

It was the strangest thing, thinking about alternate universes. There was probably one reality in which Richard Grayson cowered at the thought of jumping off of a building. But in this one, adrenaline raced through his veins like heroin through a junkie, and in a way, he was the biggest addict of them all.

"Finally," Robin muttered as Nightwing bounded over to him. He couldn't help but be awestruck. Sure, he could fling himself off of the same building and not die, but the way Dick did it…There was a grace, a beauty to it that couldn't be replicated.

"Come on, Boy Wonder," the older hero teased. He ruffled Robin's black hair, before jumping away to prevent the oncoming backlash. "Have a little fun."

"You try explaining fun to Batman," he grumbled, but he followed his brother with a grin in the direction of their mentor.

Batman was on the roof of Wayne Enterprises, silent and unmoving, when they arrived. "You're late."

"Lighten up. You could at least pretend you missed me."

"Batgirl has evidence that Poison Ivy and Catwoman have banded together—"

"Straight to business then, Batsy?"

"Nightwing."

There was the oh-so-loved glare. Oh, he had missed that. It was the perfect reward to a job well done.

The blue striped hero grinned stupidly at his old mentor. "I'm listening."

If there were, in fact, there intriguing alternate versions of reality, was there a life in which Richard had never become Robin; was there a reality in which Bruce had never become Batman? And if there was no Batman, would there be a Catwoman and Poison Ivy to stop?

Would there be another man at this warped form of a family reunion, the long lost brother, never lost? Would a certain redhead beauty still be flying with them, instead of confining herself to a computer screen?

He didn't know that. All Richard John Grayson had was his reality with his family and his friends, and unfortunately, this reality had a set of demons that permeated his thoughts every single day. They all had names, faces, stories.

John. Mary. Jason. Wally.

And that was just to name a few.

A/N: Hey guys! New story here. Short start, I know. I'm classifying this as a YJ/TT crossover, but it's not really one. The Team doesn't meet the Teen Titans, a black hole doesn't suck them up and deposit them in an alternate reality or whatever. (Not making fun of those, I love them, just trying to get my point across.) Basically, this story is my version of Season 3 of YJ, I suppose, but some of the characters we know and love from TT are going to show up in the plot.

Let me know what you guys think, and who you wanted to see in YJ but they never showed. I'm guessing there's going to be a lot of Starfires. :)

Lots of love,
Liv