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Tim age 12

Dick age 16

1 S.H.E.I.L.D

Waking up is strange, my whole body is tingling and the world is just too bright when I crack my eyes open. My head is pounding and my mouth feels dry, slowly I sit up and the world spins crazily around me, making my stomach churn. Clamping my lips firmly shut, I close my eyes and wait for my stomach to feel stable again before opening my eyes again. Everything stays still like it's supposed to, but nothing else is like it's supposed to be.

I'm on a small cot like bed, in what looks like a cage of glass or some other see through material. It's held by what looks like a metal claw from the ceiling of a larger room. Through the glass I can see some computer monitors and what looks like a catwalk up to my cage, but everything else is in shadow. The only light is coming from my cage and it doesn't do a very good job of getting rid of the darkness beyond about ten feet from the glass.

The room beyond the glass walls is empty of people but I'm sure whoever caught me has camera's watching me.

Turning my attention from that issue at the moment I start taking inventory of my body. The tingling has faded, so has the pounding in my head, and I'm a little stiff but other than that I feel fine.

Next weapons, my belt is gone so are my boots, gloves and cape. The black Kevlar leggings and the dark red long sleeved Kevlar body armor are still in place. Hesitantly I raise my finger to my face, sighing in relief as my fingertips brush against the familiar feel of my domino mask, not touching hard enough to trigger the trap that keeps idiots from getting it off me.

So whoever got me knows at least a little about keeping a Bat contained, but I can still feel the two batarangs that are hidden on the patches on both my thighs and the three sleeping gas pellets that I have hidden behind the R over my heart, as well as the secondary hologram computer that's hidden in my left sleeve, so they don't know how sneaky a Bat can be.

Carefully I keep the smirk off my face, just in case I have a hidden audience.

Now how did I get here and where is here? I ask myself. I remember being on the watchtower with Batman and Nightwing they were there for a Justice League meeting, I was fixing a few bugs in the watchtower computer system.

The camera was out in the armory and I went to check it, as soon as I opened the armory door there was a flash of light and I blacked out. Next thing I know I'm waking up in this glass cage.

I straighten up as the sound of footsteps and raised voices reach me.

"He a child Fury, you can't keep him in a cell designed to hold the Hulk!" One voice says, loudly but not quite yelling.

The next voice, Fury? Is just as loud when he answers, "That child breached the S.H.I.E.L.D Helicarrier in a flash of light, in a strange costume with weapons that we still haven't figured out, and you what me to what Captain, give him a guided tour?"

Hmmm child appearing in a flash of light, I guess they are talking about me. I can't stop the smirk this time, at knowing they can't figure out my gadgets.

"No but you could have put him in one of the spare rooms and not a prison cell." Captain, answers losing some of the heat in his voice.

There is a pause before Fury says, "Now I'm allowing you to listen while I talk to the boy but you do not interrupt got it,"

"Fine." Captain doesn't sound too happy about it.

Then there is the sound of a door sliding open and light spills into the dark part of the room directly across from me. In walks two men, the one in front is a bald black man with a patch over one eye, and a long black leather coat. He kind of reminds me of a pirate all he needs is a parrot.

The man behind him is tall and bulky, he has blond hair, blue eyes and a reassuring smile directed at me. His clothes are red white and blue tights with a shield strapped to his back. He reminds me of Clark he kind of gives off that boy-scout vibe.

"Who are you?" Eye patch demands his voice the same as the first voice so I guess he must be Fury.

Fitting he looks kind of furious.

Saying nothing I tilt my head to the side and just watch them. Dick likes to talk and move when he is nervous or trying to distract someone. Bruce doesn't need to he doesn't get nervous and he can vanish even when someone is looking at him. I prefer to be silent and watch, it usually works to make people uneasy or at least to give away information when they think I don't understand them.

"Look kid, I don't know who you think you're dealing with but you've made a very serious mistake breaking into S.H.I.E.L.D, you had better start talking to me." Fury threatens.

I keep my face blank which isn't hard, what he said means nothing to me.

He's getting annoyed I can tell by the way his one eye is glaring at me. Compared to Batman's glare he really needs some practice.

I let my smirk fall and narrow my eyes in an imitation Batglare. For a split second I see fear flash across Fury's face.

With all the deadly grace and dangerous body langue Bruce, and Dick have taught me I cross the cell in a few gliding steps so that I'm right in front of the two men separated only by the glass.

"Touch the glass or try to get out, and this cell will be dropped into the Atlantic. I can also drop it at any time by pressing that button." Fury points at a red button over by the computer screens that I can see out of my periphial vision, but I'm careful to keep my eyes on Fury so that I don't give away that I can understand him.

His glare fades, and I allow mine to slip off my face, as his takes on a more thoughtful expression.

Then he says in German, "What is your name?"

I keep my body still and my expression blank my head cocked to one side again. He repeats his question in several more languages, I never respond to any of it.

He finally switches back to English, "Can you understand me?" He demands sounding very annoyed.

I allow myself to smirk at him, a small voice tells me antagonizing him isn't a good idea but I can't help it, I'm having too much fun. Still I'm not learning anything this way.

Taking a breath I say simply, "Yes,"

Satisfaction ripples through me when I see Captain, jump and Fury's jaw tense.

"Who are you?" Fury say's with frightening patience.

"Robin," I answer keeping it simple.

"How did you get onboard the Helicarrier?" his one eye narrows a bit.

I shake my head, "My turn to ask a question. What is S.H.I.E.L.D?"

Captain's eyebrows rise clearly surprised by the question, then he answers me, "S.H.I.E.L.D is a branch of the government that is devoted to protecting America. As well as helping the Avengers, a group of hero's."

Fury glares at the blond man, but I nod my thanks to him, , I've never heard of S.H.I.E.L.D before and I highly doubt an enemy organization could spring up this fast without rumors getting out about it. So that leaves time travel or dimension jumping. Great.

I'll tell them as little as possible to get them on my side or to at least leave so that I can start hacking the controls for this cage. "As for your earlier question, I don't know. I was," I pause catching my lower lip between my teeth as I try to figure out how to avoid saying armory or weapons room, "I was checking security at a meeting point, there was a flash of light and next thing I know I'm waking up in your lovely little death trap." I can't keep the sarcastic tone out of my voice.

The barbed comment rewards me with a wince from the Captain. Hmm I can probably make more headway with getting him to help me than I can with Fury.

I need more information before I can do anything, "What is the date?"

"July 12th 2017." Fury answers turning his attention back to me.

Same date as back home that rules out time travel which leaves dimension hopping. Yay, I just hope Nightwing and Batman can find a way to bring me home.

"Are you an American?" Fury asks.

"Yes. Who are the Avengers and what are their abilities?"

Fury looks at me with suspicion but he does answer my question, "This is Captain America," He gestures to the man beside him, name makes sense with the color theme of his costume. It's not a good idea to not wear a mask though. "The other members are Black Widow, Hawkeye, Ironman, and Hulk. You're an American but you don't know who the Avengers or S.H.I.E.L.D are?"

I shrug my shoulders and wave a hand dismissively at the question, "Where I'm from there is no Avengers or S.H.I.E.L.D, there is a group of hero's that defend earth in times of crisis but they go by a different name."

"Are you one of those hero's?"

I smile a real smile as I answer, "Yes, I am I have been fighting criminals for two years."

It's not Fury who answers its Captain, his voice barely controlled his hands fisted at his sides, "You're a child, who in their right mind would force you to fight criminals, this isn't a game for children to play at!"

A low growl erupts from my lips a lot like the one Batman uses when angry, "Don't you dare assume you understand the reasons behind my decisions, nobody forced me to fight. I chose this, life when I was nine years old." I force myself to stop talking and take a deep breath.

Calm down, be smart. I silently chant to myself.

Heart hammering away in my chest I force a brittle smile across my face and say, "I am young, but where I come from I am the third most dangerous person alive."

Captain takes a step towards me his face thunderous, but Fury stops him with a look before turning back to me and asking, "If you're the third most dangerous who, is the first and second?"

I can't help the laugh that escapes my throat as I imagine the looks on their faces if they were ever to meet Batman and Nightwing in full protective mode.

Getting control of my laughter I say, "My mentor and my older brother."

"Why are they so dangerous, if they are like you then they are fully human, no powers." Fury asks.

Hmm I suppose they took a blood sample before putting me in here, still it's unwise to assume I have no powers based on that, sloppy.

Grinning darkly at them I say, "If you don't let me out of here before they come to find me, then you will find out."

Glaring at me again Fury demands, "What are their names and abilities?"

I lean closer to the glass and say in a perfect imitation of Batman's growl, "Batman and Nightwing."

Then I turn on my heel and walk back over to my cot, sitting down crisscross on it I stare at Fury and the Captain silently.

"What are their abilities?" Fury demands again.

I tilt my head to the side and don't say anything. Maybe if I ignore them they'll go away.

Fury doesn't give up easily he stands there and asks lots of questions about who I am and who my family is, but I stay still and silent not moving or speaking anymore for the whole time he stands there. Then at long last they both leave, Fury practically has steam coming out his ears.

After they leave I wait ten minutes then pull up the hologram computer, its blue glow familiar and comforting as my heartbeat slows down.

My fingers fly across the screen easily hacking into the S.H.I.E.L.D system and gaining access to the cameras watching me, I loop the feed of just after Fury left before I pulled up my computer, and hope that no one is watching the monitors right now. Next I secure the controls for this cage I'm in, locking down all the controls used to drop it out of the Helicarrier and changing all the passwords needed to access the controls. I have no desire for a bath in the ocean today. The control to open the door to my cell isn't in this system, must be on a separate network. I'll work on finding it later.

First I pull up all the blueprints of the Helicarrier after memorizing them I start reading the files on the Avengers and on S.H.I.E.L.D itself.

Their tech is pretty good but the tech back home is way better, probably because it doesn't look like these heroes have encountered many alien races yet. I suppose that there might not be any in this dimension but I doubt that. It's more likely that this fledgling group of hero's simply hasn't encountered them yet. There was an incident a few months back where a villain named Loki opened a dimension portal and tried to take over the world. That would explain the over kill on keeping me locked up even though they didn't know I'm a Bat or what being a Bat means.

Footsteps softer than the ones from earlier alert me to someone coming, quickly I let the cameras start live filming again and switch off my hologram computer, letting my hands drop into my lap.

A woman in black body armor and flaming red hair that falls to her shoulders and frames her face, setting off her green eyes, walks in. She moves with a lethal grace that practically screams assassin. She walks down the walkway and stops a foot away from the glass. She doesn't look like an Ironman or a Hulk, not even a Thor, so she's either Hawkeye or Black Widow, and since I don't see any projectile weapons I'm going with Black Widow for her.

"What were you doing in here?" She questions, her eyes assessing every twitch I make.

"Sitting," I answer her truthfully, I was sitting. I was just hacking while I sat.

She watches me, her face unreadable. I watch her in return, I see the slight crinkling around her eyes, the tension in her shoulders, the anger simmering just below the surface. I don't understand why she is angry or who the anger is directed at.

"Who trained you?" She asks after the silence has stretched on too long.

I don't think she means any harm and if they see me as a helpless child I might be able to get them to help me back to my dimension.

"Mostly Batman but Nightwing helped when he was able to." I answer watching her closely for a reaction.

Her right eye twitches slightly but other than that no reaction. Interesting. My mind starts spinning all the puzzle pieces I have trying to slot things into the right places. Captain America was angry about a child being a vigilante and Black Widow seems angry about it as well. From the files I've read so far there are no young hero's yet. So I'm likely the first protégé that they've met. This is probably how the Justice league reacted to the first Robin when Batman introduced him to them.

"Why were you trained?" She asks me, her voice just the right amount of innocently curious that I know she is acting.

I see no reason not to answer her most of what I've said is common knowledge back home and I won't tell them anything they couldn't find out on the internet in my dimension, "Batman needs a Robin." And I need Batman, I don't say it but it's true I need Bruce and Alfred and Dick. They are my family.

"Why?"

If she knew Batman than she wouldn't need to ask. I stay quiet that question is getting into the too personal area.

She raises an eyebrow at me but doesn't push it, instead she asks another question "Who is Nightwing?"

I know she's trying to make me more relaxed so that it'll be easier to get me to answer questions. Batman made sure I know all interrogation techniques.

I answer her anyway, because again the information is common knowledge back home, "He's my older brother, and yes Batman trained him too."

She nods before asking "When did Batman start training you?"

"Hmm, I can't tell you my exact age. That's against the rules but I was several years younger than I am now."

She seems to tense up a little more before relaxing her body posture again. She really doesn't seem to like the idea of me being trained from an early age.

She's an assassin, could be she had a past similar to Cass. I think watching her as she leans against the glass of my cage.

"The sensor's don't activate from the outside." Black Widow tells me conversationally.

I nod accepting her words, not that I'm worried I have full control over the cell's drop function and I made sure that only I can give it the command to be dropped.

"You don't seem very worried," Black Widow comments drawing my attention back to her.

I smile a genuine smile, "I'm not Batman and Nightwing will come for me. All I have to do is survive till then."

For a second she looks startled, then her expression smooth's out and she says, "You know we are not going to hurt you right."

My eyes narrow into a glare the smile falling from my lips, "How would I know that? I wake up in a cage, with no clue where I am or how I got here. One of the first things I'm told is that if I try to escape I'll be dropped from who knows how high up. To either die from the fall or drown so no, I don't know that you're not going to hurt me."

Her expression softens into sympathy, "You appeared out of nowhere, this cell is only until we know if you're a threat or not."

"I'm only a threat if given reason to be." I answer her my voice dark.

She smiles, it's the smile you give a child when you are indulging them, "What would be a reason?"

I start ticking them off on my fingers, "If you try to kill me. Try to take away my freedom. Threaten the people I care about. Try to take over the world, or any other criminal activity."

She nods, "We do not kill children. We protect the world from people trying to take it over. The people you care about are not here to threaten, I'm not saying Fury wouldn't do that if he thought you or they were a threat. As for this cell you're only in here temporarily."

I level my gaze at her not glaring just open and honest, I want her to take this seriously, "Just because you plan on giving something back doesn't mean that it's right for you to take it away."

Her jaw tenses for a brief second as an emotion flashes through her eyes so fast that I can't tell what it was.

Red lights start flashing and an alarm starts going off before she can answer me. Turning away she takes a step the she hesitates glancing back at me.

I wait keeping myself still and silent, after a few heartbeats she turns away and runs down the walkway and out the door without saying a word.

Leaving me alone to face whatever this new threat is.