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Authors Note: Welp. A slow day at work and power outages leads to this! My brain having a wonderful RP baby. This story is co-written naturally with Kelsey who is my better half when it comes to the written word. Enjoy.

NOTE: This story takes place in the Justice League/Unlimited universe but does include characters from Young Justice as well as certain relationships portrayed in NolanVerse Batman. If you have questions or get confused please PLEASE ask. I will be more than happy to try and help clear things up.

CHAPTER ONE: Bruce Wayne

Unexplainable things happen in the world all of the time. Unexplainable things happen to people all of the time. But sometimes the unexplainable is simply to hard to deal with. That's when things get complicated. It just so happened that an unexplainable thing, event or series there of, happened all across the world simultaneously early Monday morning on the 12th of April across the world. Only, no one effected realized that anything had happened.

Bruce Wayne refused to get out of bed He'd stirred near dawn but decided to shun the day entirely. He was going to stay in bed and wallow in his own misery for the unforeseeable future. It would take an army to get him up, and he was pretty sure that Alfred didn't have that in his broom cupboard.

Kelsey Hart (known better to the public as Lady Luck) had been visiting Wayne Manor the day before, and had stayed the night at Bruce and Tim's (the current Robin's) insistence. How could she say not to family?

When she awoke that morning and headed downstairs for her daily cup of hot chocolate, she was surprised to find only Alfred and Tim in the dining room. "Where's Bruce?" she asked.

"Still in bed it would seem, Miss Kelsey," Alfred replied, filling her mug and putting it in front of her customary seat at the table. Kelsey raised an eyebrow.

"Still in bed?"

"Bruce Wayne sleeping in?" Tim said. "Is the world ending?"

"That's not like him." Kelsey mused. She turned and left the dining room, walking over to the stairs. She slowed her steps as she neared Bruce's bedroom. She could only recall a few instances where Bruce had slept in, and both times, he'd been drugged unconscious. Since she had no knowledge of him being drugged in the last 24 hours, something was most likely wrong.

She padded across the carpet to the door, and quietly turned the handle. She opened her mouth a little, using her echolocation to get a look at the room. There was a good-sized lump in the bed, and she could hear him breathing. So he wasn't dead, that was good.

Kelsey opened the door wider, stepping inside. "Bruce?"

There was a slight shift under the sheets, but he was quiet.

"Bruce?" She repeated, moving closer. "Hey, Bruce, wake up. Tim's ready to go out and tell people the Apocalypse is here."

Still no response.

Kelsey's pulse picked up a little and she moved to stand at the edge of the bed. "Bruce?" She breathed. She reached a hand out, gently shaking the bed next to where he lay. "Dad?" She shook harder. "Dad, talk to me, please. Are you alright?"

A soft groan reached her sensitive ears. "Hmn? Who're you calling 'Dad'?"

Kelsey snatched her hand back from the bed. That wasn't Bruce's voice. It sounded like… like a kid.

The kid sat up and faced her, rubbing his eyes. Then he started. "What-? Who are you? What are you doing in my room?!"

"Your room?" Kelsey snapped back.

"Alfred!" He shouted. "Alfred, there's a blind woman in my room! Alfred!"

"Alfred?" Kelsey asked softly. How did this kid know Alfred?

Alfred and Tim appeared in the doorway a moment later.

"Did you leave the front door open, Alfred?" The kid snapped. "Now anyone can just wonder into my home?!" He looked at Tim. "And who's that boy? What are these people doing here?" He looked Kelsey up and down as Alfred's eyes widened. "Don't tell me you hired a nanny."

Kelsey narrowed her eyes. "Listen, sweetie, I'm nobody's nanny!"

"Don't call me sweetie." he said, then looked at Alfred. "Well, Alfred? Explain this."

Alfred tried to compose himself, but his voice was still shaky as he said, "just a moment… Master Bruce."

Tim and Kelsey starred at Alfred, but he just beckoned them to follow him out of the room.

Once out in the hall, Tim was the first to round on the elderly butler. "Okay! Explain this Alfred, who the hekk is that snot and why'd you call him 'Master Bruce.' Cause, last time I checked Bruce was a two hundred six foot two guy with no speak-able sense of humor."

Alfred seemed weary and only half paying attention to the fourteen-year-old.

"Please Master Timothy keep your voice down. Listen, that disgruntled youth is Master Bruce. I don't know what could have possibly happened but whatever it was or who ever, it would seem that Master Bruce has been reverted to a twelve year old." Alfred rubbed his temple before turning his attention to Kelsey. "Kelsey, would you please go call Master Dick, I have a sinking feeling we'll be needing him."

Bruce still fuming decided not to pursue his caretaker any farther. Instead he decided to get up and shower. His plan to do nothing had been thwarted and he'd come to the conclusion that he'd no doubt still have to go to school. He really hated Mondays.

Kelsey, meanwhile, had the phone pressed to her ear, trying to get ahold of Dick. The phone rang four times before a tired voice mumbled, "Hello?"

Kelsey rolled her eyes. "Still in bed, huh?"

"Kels?" A pause. "It's eight am! I thought this family was nocturnal!"

"We were until we hit Deathcon 5 on the Crisis-o-meter." She snapped.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

Kelsey huffed. "I'm saying there's an emergency!"

"What?" Now he sounded awake. "Where? What's going on?"

"At the manor," she said. "It's Bruce. He's… well… he's… not himself."

Silence for a moment. "That's an emergency?"

"No! Just-Gah! Just get dressed and get over here, will you? Our dad's been turned into a pre-teen little snot!"

"…you wanna run that by me again, sis? In English, not crazy-talk."

"Listen, I don't know how it happened, but Bruce Wayne has turned into his twelve-year-old self. Completely. The only one he recognizes is Alfred."

"What?!"

"Alfred confirmed that it is Bruce, and who'd know better then him? Please get over here as soon as you can, alright?"

"Nanny!" Came Bruce's call. "Where's my towel?"

"I'm not the nanny!" Kelsey shouted back.

Dick chuckled. "Alright, alright, I'm on my way." And he hung up.

Bruce grinned at the blind girl's shouting. If no one would explain what was going on then he'd make them miserable. If he had to go to school he'd make them miserable. He was determined to make them all as miserable as he was. It was just one of those days.

He wandered back over to his bed and flopped down, his wet hair clinging to his face. Reaching for the remote, he turned the News on and lethargically gazed at the screen. Traffic updates. Weather updates. A woman talking about new security at Arkham. Bruce found himself wanting to doze off again. Maybe Alfred would let him stay home if he apologized for being a snot.

Dick arrived at the manor about a half-hour after he'd gotten off the phone with Kelsey. Kelsey hopped down the front steps as Dick took off his helmet and got off his bike. Dick looked at her and chuckled lightly. "Been shouting at Bruce some more?"

"He keeps calling me 'Nanny'." she said. "And I know he's doing it just to bug me, but geez! I'm glad you're here though." She grabbed his arm and started tugging him towards the door. "We're all at a loss."

"Well, it certainly isn't every day that our dear benefactor turns prepubescent," Dick said.

"A prepubescent jerk." Kelsey said. "He also keeps calling me 'that blind girl'. Surprised he hasn't asked how I find my way around the place."

"Probably too busy being rude." Dick said as they walked inside.

"Dick's here!" Tim announced.

"Oh, good!" Alfred said as he approached. "So good to see you, Master Dick. Thank you for coming."

"Sure thing Alfred." He smirked. "Had to see this for myself."

Bruce trotted down the stairs, his bare feet tapping lightly on the marble. Catching the sound of voices down the hall he made his way to the kitchen. He paused outside the door, peeking in. The kid and the blind girl were still there, and they'd been joined by another. An adult Bruce didn't recognize. Deciding to swallow his pride for Alfred's sake he shuffled into the kitchen.

"He Alfred?" He asked, eyeing the strangers but ignoring them as he focused his attention on the butler. "I was wondering, do I have to go to school today? Couldn't I just…skip?" He asked, a hint of hopefulness lacing his voice.

Tim raised an eyebrow, Kelsey looked at him sadly, Alfred gave him a small, amused smile, and Dick's eyes just widened.

"Give me the pixie shorts and call me Robin." dick mumbled.

Bruce ignored him and continued to watch Alfred.

Alfred continued smiling. "Of course you can stay home, Master Bruce."

Bruce's eyes lit up and he smiled. It was as if the little imp from earlier was completely gone. "Thank you, Alfred." Now he looked at the three others. "Now will you please explain who these three are?" He raised an eyebrow. "We haven't started housing under privileged youths have we?"

"At least I'm not the nanny anymore." Kelsey muttered. For now, Bruce thought.

"Master Bruce, may I introduce, Timothy Drake, Kelsey Hart and Richard Grayson. They're… well. They're friends." Alfred sputtered. He continued to sputter until the phone began to ring, then he politely excused himself. Bruce watched him leave, brow cocked, before leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. He gazed at the now named strangers standing in his kitchen.

Kelsey looked at him for a few moments. Still in disbelief even though her ears were telling her the truth, plain as day.

"Lookit him!" Dick practically squealed. "He's so little! And cute!"

Bruce narrowed his eyes at the man, wondering how he could've known him in any other state. Then he looked at Kelsey while Tim sniggered at Dick's comment. "You keep looking at me."

Kelsey started a little. "Sorry," she said.

Bruce didn't look away. "it's like you can see me, though it's clear you can't."

Kelsey looked away. She wasn't used to having people in this house questioning her sight, and she especially wasn't used to Bruce scrutinizing her in such a manner. Tim rested a hand on her arm, squeezing gently. Dick took his hand in hers and gave Bruce a look.

Bruce merely shrugged, not wanting to press about their sudden silence and cold stares. Instead, he walked over to the taoster, pulled out some bread and butter, and began making himself some taost.

"We'll get this figured out." Dick breathed to Kelsey. "Don't worry."

"I know," she whispered. "I just hope we figure it out soon."

"For all our sakes." Tim said.

While the bread was in the toaster Bruce turned on the small television on the counter, deciding to surf the channels. He paused however when the News caster made mention of someone called Batman. He quirked his brows and frowned as he watched the News report.

"What kind of weirdo dresses up like a bat and goes traipsing around a city?" He asked, a hint of obnoxious disgust lacing his voice. When the toaster dinged he began preparing his toast, but his eyes remained glued to the screen.

Dick, Kelsey, and Tim all looked at each other. "Awkward…." Tim mumbled. The picture on the TV switched to one of Robin and Lady Luck, and Tim started tugging on Kelsey's sleeve.

"Shoosh." she hissed. Tim started poking at Dick when who else but Nightwing made an appearance on screen.

Bruce glanced over at the trio behind him, all of whom composed themselves when he turned around. He looked back at the TV. Nah, he thought. Like any of them would traipse around in masks with a giant bat. On the other hand, they do seem dumb enough to do it. His thoughts were interrupted by Alfred returning to the kitchen. Bruce munched on his toast, watching Alfred out of the corner of his eye.

The butler had a troubled look on his face and he shot the three 'guests' a look before approaching Bruce, who was cocking a row at him. "Master Bruce, why don't you go and entertain yourself and I'll prepare your breakfast." He suggested. Bruce shrugged and exited the kitchen.

"That was Lucius who called. I discreetly informed him of our situation and he has agreed to cover for Bruce at Wayne Enterprises." Alfred began pulling out eggs, cheese, milk and bacon as he spoke. "I also tried calling Mr. Kent but got no answer at his apartment in Metropolis. Apparently he hasn't reported at the Daily Planet either. Ms. Lane is concerned." he sighed and turned to the others as he removed his jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Dick handed him his apron. "Miss Kelsey, do you think you could go and check in on Mr. Kent? See if he's home, and if not perhaps check in with the League. He may have been called out for an emergency." He turned and began preparing breakfast. "Master Dick, perhaps you could take the Batplane and go and check on Mr. West? The last mission Master Bruce was on he was with Mr. West. Perhaps he could enlighten us on what maybe the cause of this. Oh, and Master Timothy, could you please keep Master Bruce company?" He asked, glancing over his shoulder at the fourteen-year-old. Tim let out a whine, which Alfred promptly ignored.

"We're on it, Alfred." Dick said, following Kelsey to the nearest secret entrance to the Batcave.

"Yeah, you guys get the cool missions." Tim complained. "Go check on everyone, Dick and Kelsey! Make sure the League is alright! Oh and Timothy, keep an eye on Bruce!' Yeah, great."

"This is important, Tim." Kelsey said as they walked through a hole in the wall behind the grandfather clock. "Bruce may not have been the only one turned."

"I know, I know." Tim said. "But can't I come with you Kels?"

"I'm flying to Metropolis," she said from behind a changing screen. "And I am not carrying you all the way."

"Dick?" Tim pleaded.

Dick adjusted his mask over his eyes. "No, you're staying here with Bruce and Alfred. For all we know, this may be some big attack on the League. We need you here to watch Bruce."

Tim folded his arms over his chest. "Fine…."

Kelsey clipped her customary white rose into her hair and smiled. She ruffled Tim's hair. "we'll be back before you know it."

"Sure…"

"See ya, Kid." Dick said, walking over to the Batplane. He put a hand on Kelsey's shoulder as Tim walked over to open the hanger. "As soon as I know something about Wally, I'll let you know."

Kelsey nodded. "Thank's Dick."

He nodded as well. "Be safe."

"I will. You too, kay?"

"Always."

She smiled and pushed off from the floor, hovering in place for a moment before flying off towards the now opened hanger. She turned herself towards Metropolis and flew away as Dick turned himself towards Central City and zoomed off into the blue sky.

After a few minutes, Kelsey raised her fingertips to her earpiece. "Lady Luck to Watchtower." She said.

No response.

"Lady Luck to Watchtower. Come in, Watchtower."

Silence.

"Hello? Someone? Anyone?"

Nothing.

She grunted in frustration. J'onn was on monitor duty, surly. He always answered transmissions. So why was she getting the silent treatment?

Think, lucky, she thought. Who could check on things at the Tower? She touched her earpiece again. "Lady Luck to Dr. Fate."

"Fate here," came his quick reply. "Do you require assistance?"

"You might say so," she said. She quickly explained about Batman and going to check on Superman, and then added in the silence from the Tower.

"Would you be able to go check on things up there? I'm starting to worry."

"I'll go immediately." Dr. Fate replied. "And I will contact you when I have news, Lady Luck."

"Thank you. I'll be I touch as well." She ended the transmission and pushed herself to fly faster towards Metropolis. She sighed and wondered aloud, "what on earth is going on?"

Authors Note: Holy-long-first-chapter-Batman! Alright so that's the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. I doubt the following chapters will be quite this long but hey who am I to say what'll come in the future?