A/N: Summary: Tim and Damian swat places accidentally with their parallel counter parts from another universe and as time passes the real Tim and Damian come to wounder who is really in danger in their new surroundings, themselves or their families left with their other counter parts? Warning: Extremely dark themes.
Hello cool people of the Bat-fandom, glad you chose this story, first though I should warn you, this story is rated T for a reason, and it will really push those boundaries too the max with out actually going too far into M territory, I should also warn you that this in short feature a lot of violence, like it's gushing with every type of violence, Physical, mental, and mentions of sexual violence.
Reviews and feed back are always appreciated, and as of now I've got 20 chapters drawn out ready to post though I'm going to release those individually as soon as possible if my internet isn't being a butt. One more thing, you'll know what world your in as Parallel World-is normal Tim and Damian in the new world.
Pre-parallel- is New Timothy and Damian in the old world/ normal world, also here Tim will refer to himself as Timothy.
Okay...Well now that that's done and explained, read on, fellow Bat-lovers.
"Your hopeless you know that?!" Tim snapped heatedly at the younger boy as he walked further into the cave towards the super-computer that glowed brightly in the darkness of the cave, Tim glared over his shoulder at the ten year old who was most certainly rolling his eyes under the domino mask.
"Don't be such a child Drake," Damian said, "anyone else would admit their faults than blame someone else for such a stupid mistake only you could make."
"Really?" Tim said disbelievingly, "my mistake? Your the one who let that man get away, do you even realize what you've done?" He asked and Damian only shrugged, "The worst the twit could do was tell his friends of the severe beat down he received from a ten year old."
"And the fact we knew about their operation!" Tim snapped blue eye glaring at the younger boy from under his own mask as he watched as Damian walked over and leaned against a small tray table that held a petite brown card-board box on it that was labeled in a numeric sequence, Tim knew just by the first three numbers it had something to do with the Justice League, though he was to busy fuming at Damian to put too much thought as to why Bruce had it out.
"Me and Batgirl have been working on this case for two months," Tim continued holding up two fingers in the boys face just to get the message clear to the demon spawn, Damian blowing out air to show his boredom as Tim talked, "this was our chance to get something on Penguin and lock him up for the next seventy years! Now he`ll change ever inch of his project till we wont know what we have when we have it! All because you had to fly in like it was your case."
"Father said to help you, if you weren't so insignificantly equipped to handle anything you'd of had no reason for Father to think you needed help," Damian said smoothy and Tim clicked his teeth together to hold back most of his anger, mostly the part wanting to punch his face in, "Besides, last I heard Father was the one in charge and not you, I take my orders, scoldings and praise from him and him alone." Damian said with a satisfied smirk and Tim let out an amused huff.
"Bruce`s word isn't law Damian, not here and not anywhere else, one day you'll see that and still be able to respect him and everyone else, and maybe even become a worth while human being in the processes, but until then," Tim said stepping towards the boy, "Stay. Out. Of . My. Way."
"Make me." Damian snapped, pushing Tim back. Tim stepped back only a foot his small smirk growing slightly, "Careful Little D, last I recall, most of our fights ended with me being the victor, we should keep the stats how they are unless you want to get kicked out of the cave again."
Damian seethed at his words, "Father, nor Grayson is here to stop me from killing you Drake, best be warned before you continue to talk."
"You talk a lot of shit for such a short kid." Tim said, looking him up and down with something closer to extreme dislike then anything else.
"And you seem to be around too much for someone who no one needs." Damian shot back, and Tim rolled his eyes, walking past the boy and grabbing the box, looking inside it, pulling out a catalog sheet, Bruce had been organizing them for storage, past possessions from past fights, wouldn't hurt to catalog the rest, his two month operation was at a total end anyway and he didnt feel like sleeping at the moment. "What ever you say Damian." Tim sighed, pulling out a small gold pendant, it was about the size of a wrist watch, the outline cased in gold and the inside held a reddish liquid where in the middle were three silver clock hands each pointing in a different direction. Tim turned to the computer, pressing in the description of the pendant.
"What do you think your doing Drake?" Damian growled, Tim didn't bother to look at the younger boy as he typed, "logging the object, go and play Halo or something." Tim said with annoyance, waving his hand at the boy dismissively.
"Tt, your an idiot Drake, it's log-in code then description." Damian said, grabbing the pendant from his hands and nudging Tim out of the way, his gloved fingers dancing on the keys.
"I've been here a lot longer then you Damian, I think I know how to do this." Tim grabbed, snatching the pendant back from the boy's hand.
Damian growled, grabbing Tim's wrist with one hand and the pendent with the other, Tim holding onto the gold object tightly, "Then your old age has obviously affected your mind, let me log this in and then register you to the nearest nursing home."
"Your such a child." Tim snapped tugging on the pendant.
"Why cant you accept your no longer needed? Are you that obsessed with us?" Damian shot back and Tim let out a cold laugh, "Please if I was ever obsessed with you it'd only be because I've just realized your connection to lemmings and want to dissect what's left of your brain."
"As freakish as usual."
"I don't know what Dick see's in you, probably cause he feels sorry for you." Tim growled.
"or because I'm a better Robin and a better brother then you ever were, the term Replacement that Todd`s blessed you with seems all the more fitting." Damian snapped, pulling roughly on the pendant, his grip on Tim's wrist tightening slightly as Tim's other hand gripped Damian's arm to lock their hands in place.
"Twit!"
"Brat."
They tugged roughly.
Click.
The two boys paused, looking down at the pendant as the three hour hands were spinning madly, the red liquid inside of it bubbling lightly. Tim blinked, "Damian, let go." he ordered and he felt their hands tug slightly.
"I-I cant." Damian gaped, "Drake, What-,"
Suddenly a blinding light hit them, a searing heat running over their bodies until they were entirely consumed by the light before disappearing completely. The cave silent for about three small moments before another blinding light flashed, so bright the computer over heated and shut off, leaving two dazed figures in the darkness, before the fell to the floor, unconscious.
~Parallel world~
"Hey!"
Tim groaned painfully in his sleep and rolled over onto his side, pulling his knees to his chest and forcing the light of morning out of his eyes, his fingers curling around soft fabric that felt different and muffled then his usual bed sheets. Suddenly Tim's eyes flashed open and he sat up quickly, hand going to his aching head, he groaned and heard another soft moan next to him.
Tim forced his eyes open to see Damian pushing himself into a sitting position, clad in his Robin armor and as he checked he himself was still in his own Red Robin suit. Tim looked around cautiously to see they were in a large room, two large windows on one side of the room and the whole floor was a layer of padded gym mats, as some sort of training room.
Another quick kick to the side of his thigh made Tim jump a little and realize he and Damian weren't the only ones in the room. Tim looked up to see a tall man, he was clad in a black suit, clearly tailored to fit his bulky but tall frame, with a white shirt underneath without a tie, he had thick black hair with a slight white fringe to it and cold blue-green eyes as he looked down at the two of them, his hands fixing the cufflinks to his jacket.
"J-," Tim cleared his throat, "Jason?" he asked.
"Bruce wants to see you both in his office two hours from now, thought I`d give you some type of warning." Jason growled, the chill in his voice making Tim cringe, he`d never head Jason use this voice for anyone other then Joker or on one of his worst day, and he never wanted to hear it again, the pure hostility in his voice was palpable. Tim and Damian shared a look before they forced themselves to stand up on shaky legs.
"Where-wheres the pendant?" Damian said patting himself all over in search of the object.
"What?" Jason asked, looking the two up and down before he folded his arms over his chest, "Was their an injury last night?"
"I- no." Tim said uncertainly before blinking, "What are you doing here?"
Jason made a face, "I live here too if you haven't noticed Drake, I`m not about to let you become Daddy's favorite just yet freak." Jason growled, glaring at Damian who flinched slightly weather at Jason's words, tone or that fact they had no idea what he was talking about.
Jason seemed to grasp this, if only slightly, "Whats your glitch, you sure you idiots didn't hit your heads last night?" he asked and Tim and Damian shared another look, they were starting to think the same thing.
"Bruce," Tim said finally, "Where-Where is he, we need to talk to him." Tim said and Jason snorted.
"Not now your not, he`s throwing a fit after that whole incident with Zatanna, besides it`s best you both shower and find something different to wear before he smacks you over the head for wearing that outside again, got to look presentable I guess." Jason said with an amused snort, making to leave before Damian jumped in.
"Todd! Where in god's name are we?" Damian asked and Jason looked over his shoulder, "Where else would we be Little D, were in the Tower, home, Just look out the window...and get your fucking heads checked!" Jason growled, "I don't have time to deal with you both today."
Jason left the room with a click of the door, Damian charging to the window even before Jason was fully gone, Tim following behind him, gasping as he saw the small pendant on the floor, he picked it up and ran a thumb over it, noticing the red liquid was now blue and the hands on it were all pointed in one direction.
"This doesn't make sense." Damian growled and Tim looked up, sighing as he walked over.
"What do you mean it doe- oh." Tim said, looking out the window to see Gotham city from a birds eye view, Tim knew the location, this was W.E. But Jason had clearly called it home. Another thing they noticed was the wall, stretching far and long around Gotham city, so far it disappeared out of view at both ends. But, what struck them most was the the signal in the morning gray sky, the blood red shape of a bat.
"I don't think were in Gotham anymore Damian." Tim gaped and a dazed ten year old nodded.
"A-a accurate observation Drake."
~Pre-Parallel world~
"Tim? Damian? Are you awake?"
Timothy opened his eyes slowly to the brightly light of the examination table, blinking a few more time's till the worried face of Bruce Wayne appeared in his vision, Tim sat at straighter, looking at the man cautiously before pulling the wires from his arms, "Whats going on." he asked, looking around the dark area, "Ar-Are we in a cave?" he asked before frowning, a new dread filling his chest, "The Cave?" he asked, looking to his side to see Damian who was looking around the cave with a new-confused look and panic edging into his blue eyes.
"Are you both okay?" Bruce asked, ignoring Tim's earlier question, "I found you two passed out on the floor- what the hell happened, there were no reported injuries."
"We hit our heads a few times during our fights, a mistake that I will gladly rectify Father." Damian nodded to him trying to hide his alarm at their surroundings as he swung his legs over his own medical bed in an attempt to get up.
"Master Damian, I'd like the think that anyone who's suffered from any head trauma would be less impulsive to jump at the chance of a brawl. At least till I've checked you over." Alfred said as he pulled out the small flash light to shine in the boy's eyes, Damian's face scrunching with distaste.
"Touch me and you die old man." Damian growled.
"Damian!" Bruce snapped harshly, both boy flinching and visibly shrinking at the man's voice, "Don't ever speak to Alfred that way, or anyone for that matter, or I'll have no choi-,"
"He's sorry." Timothy said quickly, grabbing Damian's arm, it was a gesture that almost looked...protective if the older boy's finger tips didn't dig into the boys upper arm, though Damian didn't flinch. "Were sorry, we messed up last night, lost our heads. It wont happen again sir."
"Tim?" Bruce said with a frown, looking the teen over, "Whats wrong?"
Timothy looked slightly taken aback by this question, it was clear behind the optic lenses of the mask, sharing a look with Damian who frowned at him in return, Timothy looking back at his father...or maybe not his father, Cautiously, "Nothing Bruce, everything's as good as could be."
"Well," Bruce said looking to Alfred who raised an eyebrow at the two boys, Bruce turning back to watch the teen boy, "If your sure."
Timothy nodded, forcing a small smile, "Positive."
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