So, I'm back to writing This Mystically Found. I hope you guys like it. I didn't change this first chapter, though.
Disclaimer: I do not own DC Nations.
Tim POV
"Give it back, Jason!" I shouted at the red head's back.
"Never!" Jason said with a laugh as he ran off full speed with my feather.
It fell off my wings when I was flying in Danny's Wood, but Jason took it. I never liked people taking my feathers like they would with real birds, but Jason wouldn't give it back. "Watch out!" Someone yelled, making me stop and look around.
There was a blur of red and white running in front of, the figure running right into a tree. "Oh, I am so feeling the mode." The guy said before passing out.
He was about my age, red hair, and green eyes that shuttered close painfully. "Shit. I thought we were done with speedsters running around in Gotham." Jason muttered, throwing the kid over his shoulder.
"What does that mean? And what's a speedster? And how was he able to run that fast? He must have broken the sound barrier going that fast. Is he a speed demon?" I asked confused.
Jason chuckled a little bit before picking me up with one hand. "No, he's a meta. No mystical powers, just weird ass DNA that lets him run fast." Jason said before running to the cave.
"Hey Dad, look what we found at Danny's wood." Jason said, setting me down along with the other kid.
Bru- no Dad, I got to start calling him that at some point, walked over and sighed. "Flash did call to say his grandson was missing." He muttered.
"Who's the Flash?" I asked confused.
"You don't know who the Flash is?" Dick asked, taking the kid from Jason.
"No, I was more concerned about staying alive than learning about some guy named the Flash." I said with a frown.
"He's a hero from Central City. This kid is his grandson from the future who came down to this time to learn how to control his speed. Seems like he ran off during the middle of his lesson." Dad said, gesturing for Dick to carry him to the medical bay.
"A hero named the Flash? That sounds like a bad name. What does he do to his villains? Flash them to scare them into jail?" I asked as Jason, Dad, and Dick started laughing.
"No, Master Timothy. He uses his super speed to take the villains to jail." Alfred said, rolling in a tray full of medical supplies.
"So he doesn't flash people?" I asked.
"No, he doesn't." Dad said with a twitch of his lip.
"Wait, are there other heros besides Flash? I mean, I never learned about anything outside of the city, and I never got to watch the news for that kind of stuff." I asked curiously.
"Yep. Loads of them. I can show you some later if you want." Dick said with a grin. I nodded, looking back at the kid.
"... he doesn't flash either right?"
I kicked my legs around in the air since my legs didn't touch the floor from the chair I was sitting on, and I flipped the page of the book I was reading. "Ngg. Where am I?" The kid asked.
I looked up at him, then smiled. "Batcave. We brought you here after you passed out after running into the tree. Batman's calling the Flash now."
"Ugh. I can't believe I got knocked out like that. It's such a stupid way to pass out." he moaned.
"There are worse ways to go down. What's your name?" I asked
"Bart Allen. You?" He asked with a suddenly bright grin.
"Tim. " I said.
There was a small pause of awkward silence before Bart said, "I'm bored. There has to be something to do here, besides waiting in this bed for Grandpa Barry."
"Well, I'm going on the computer to look at how many hero's there are. Do you want to do it with me?" I asked.
"Sure why not?" Bart asked, getting up to run towards the computer. I couldn't run full speed since Dad gave me strict orders not to use them even in front of meta's, but I made it there in a few seconds.
We shared the giant chair that Dad usually uses, and I started typing away on the computer. The first hero was Superman. "It's a good thing he has all those powers." I said as I looked at what the file said his powers were.
"Why?" Bart asked confused.
"Because he looks like a giant target. It's like he's basically asking the villains to shoot at him." I said with an eye roll.
"True, but if you think he's bad, you should see Plastic man." Bart said with a giggle.
"Plastic man? What can he do?" I asked as I typed his name in.
"He can stretch himself out like plastic anyway he wants, but his cloths look ridiculous." Bart said with a laugh.
"Really? How bad?" I asked, then I pulled up the picture of him with only a shirt with a low V cut into it, googles that were just there for no reason, and short shorts.
I laughed loudly with Bart, our laughs echoing through the cave. It made me feel glad that my family had gone up stairs.
"What are you two laughing about?" An amused voice asked.
I looked up, staring at the guy I saw in the picture for the Flash. "Looking up other hero's and commenting on how stupid they are. So far Plastic man is a too funny to make a comment about and Superman is a target in the sky with much needed powers." Bart said with a grin.
"Well, Plastic man's costume is stupid. Who are you again, kid? I don't think Bats has mentioned you." Flash, or Barry, said with a grin and ruffling my hair. Only Dick and Jason ruffle my hair.
"Tim." I said with a shy grin.
"Nice to meet you, Tim. So your Bats new kid? I saw something about it on the news, but I was late to work so I didn't see the picture. You and Bart getting along?" Flash, now Barry since he took his cowl off, with an even brighter grin.
"Yup. Hey Grandpa Barry, can he come by our house?" Bart asked, grinning at Barry with a 100 watt smile and big round eyes.
Barry chuckled, laughing into his hand. "Maybe, kid. It depends on what his dad says."
"Can I go over to his house, Dad?" I asked, looking over my shoulder to see Dad standing a few feet away.
"Sheesh, where did you come from?" Barry asked, jumping back slightly shocked.
"I'll think about it, Tim." Dad said. However, I was in the house long enough to now that, that meant no.
I looked up at him, willing my eyes to get bigger and my bottom lip sticking out in a pout. "Please, Dad?" I asked again, this time threatening to start water works when my eyes glistened slightly with tears.
"Fine, you can go over to his house." Dad said with a sigh.
"That was awesome! Can you teach me how to do that? Please? I want to be able to do that to Wally whenever he says he's going to the ice cream store and doesn't take me." Bart asked with a grin.
I shrugged, saying, "Maybe. It can't really be taught, though. You have to have a talent." I said with a grin.
"Well, we better get going. You can drop by tomorrow whenever Tim." Barry said with a grin, then grabbed Bart by the shoulder and they were both gone.
"You talked to Dick about learning how to pout, didn't you?" Dad asked, lifting me off his seat to only set me back down on his lap.
"Totally." I said, smirking in a way that only a Bat could.
Tim POV (Tim's 11 in this)
"You're a midget." Arsenal said, staring at me unimpressed.
"No I'm not. I just haven't hit my growth spurt. Besides, I totally beat up more villains in that heist than you did." I said, motioning to the bad guys tied up and waiting for the police to drag them to prison.
"That's because I wanted you to feel better." Arsenal said with a smirk I've seen on Jason thousands of times.
"At least I don't look like Robin Hood like you did with your last uniform." I said, motioning to my Red Robin costume.
Before either of us could argue anymore, both of our phones rang.
"Hey, Jay. Dick. Damian." I said, wincing slightly when I remembered I wasn't supposed to go on patrol alone. Sheesh, you sneak out one time and they never let you live it down.
"Hey, Ollie." Arsenal said.
"I'm at a heist." Both of us said at the same time, Ollie probably asking where Arsenal was just like my brothers were asking me.
"I'm fine. Yes, I'll be home soon. Bye." Both of us said at the same time before hanging up. Suddenly, we understood each other a lot more.
"Annoying, overprotective family?" Arsenal asked.
"3 older brothers. Want to go to Central City tomorrow? Me and my friend Impulse are going to the park there tomorrow to complain about how are older relatives are annoying while watching movies. We could always use another member." I asked, sympathy in my eyes.
Arsenal stared at me for a second before shrugging. "Why the hell not? I don't have anything better to do." Arsenal said before running in the direction of the nearest zeta beam.
Tim POV (12 years old)
"So, how did you meet Bart again?" I asked the guy Bart brought to our weekly trip to the mall so we could eat and look at games and comics.
"I helped him out with a bank robbery." Jaime said casually.
"Funny, that's kind of how me and Roy met. Only we bonded over how stupid and overprotective our brothers are." I said, sipping my drink while flipping through a comic.
"Yeah, you guys seem like good friends." Jaime said as Roy and Bart bring their food to our table.
"So, feeling the crash yet?" Bart asked Jaime with a grin.
Jaime's face twisted into a confused look like- what the hell are you talking about?
"It's a reference he swears is from the future. Crash means good, and if he brings up the word mode, something bad has happened. For him at least." I said with a grin.
"Dude, I still can't believe you ripped my Star Wars: Phantom Menace poster." Bart said with a pout.
"Hermano, that poster shouldn't have even been made." Jaime said, wrinkling his nose while Roy mutters something about being friends with nerds.
"Thank you." I said with a grin, fist bumping him while Bart tries to do the pout I tried to teach him when we were 10. As it turns out, he could never had the talent to learn it.
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