VROOOM!
"Gah!" Alarms scream and horns blare as I tumble out of the packed street. Ugh... My head... Where am I?
"Hey, kid! What're you doing?"
Kid? I'm twenty-two. And doesn't he recognize me? I mean the Wayne family is the story of the year...
"Sorry, sir I di-" I stammer. My voice, what's wrong with my voice? I look down.
"Gah!"
"You okay, kid?"
"Yes. I'm fine. Maybe a little whelmed, but fine." I say shakily, what the heck happened to me?
"Whatever you say." The shock must show on my face.
He walks away. I run to the nearest store window.
I'm thirteen. How am I thirteen?
Do I even have my costume? I pull up my shirt a little. Nightwing? Nightwing?! Wait, wait, wait. I can't be thirteen AND be Nightwing. I search the constantly moving crowds. No one gives me a second glance. I tap a guy on the shoulder standing on my tip toes to reach. I hate this. I give him my best smile. The one that Batman always falls for.
"Sir, can you tell me how far Gotham is from here?"
"Gotham? You mean that comic book place? It doesn't exist kid."
"Um, thanks."
He shakes his head at me then walks away.
I wait a little while before pulling another guy over.
"Can you tell me where I am?"
"Just a few blocks away from Stark Tower."
"Oh. Thank you."
I hear him mutter "Kids these days," as he walks away.
Stark Tower?! As in Tony Stark? The comic book character?
Crap.
This is not good.
I start to run towards Stark Tower as fast as I can. Tony's the only one who can help me right? He's the most like Bruce isn't he? He'd understand my situation.
When I arrive at the main entrance of Stark Tower, I stop for a moment to catch my breath.
Ok, stay calm. You deal with this kind of thing everyday. Except you're adopted by the owner, and now own the company. Anyway...
Deep breath.
"May I speak to Mr. Stark, please?"
I have to stretch up on my tip toes again to see over the counter. This is getting annoying.
"What's a kid like you want with Mr. Stark? Iron Man fan or something?"
"No! I just... Need to talk to him."
"I'll leave him a message."
Sure he will.
"Name please?"
"Richard Grayson Wayne."
Hopefully Tony has some comic book history, and hopefully this guy doesn't.
"Like the comic book character?"
Crap.
"I'll be going now, thank you sir."
I run for the door. I'm a comic book character? That's it? No Bruce? Tim? Jason?
No Damian?
I check my phone, luckily it has the right time, though the carrier changed some how. Along with that none of my contacts work.
I pick a spot across the street from Stark Tower to set up camp for the day. It's a little café. I take a seat at an empty table outside. I'll be here at least until Stark Tower is almost empty. I watch the sunset and the finishing crowds of people.
The man at the front desk leaves just long enough for me to sneak in. I head for the nearest utility closet. Ducking in, I close the door behind me. I slowly move a mop so it hides me from view. Then I go for the wires.
Wires, wires...
Apparently my hacking skills aren't at the level they should be. I can only hack as fast as thirteen year old Robin can. I tap my fingers in anticipation waiting for my programming to kick in.
"Motion Censors, Video down. Ready to move."
I straighten my tie. It's the one I was wearing to heading to work this morning, when the world flipped on me and I was thirteen again.
I hate this tie.

Even thought the cameras are down, I stay out of the light as much as possible. If I was my real age, there wouldn't be any problem. I could just walk right in like a business man and no one would think any different of it.

The guards are minimal, which is good. I make sure to heat scan the hallways before stepping into them. I resort to taking the stairs, the elevator poses too much of a risk.
My memories from when I was thirteen hit me like a flood. I feel my mindset slowly start to change bit by bit.
I have to keep them away. Can't loose focus. Batman would have my head if...
There is no Batman.
I don't know anyone here.
Clear your head, Dick. Push it back and move on.
A few more flights then I reach the top floor. Tony's floor.
Hopefully he's not as great at technology as everyone says he is.

The stair door opens quietly with Bat-like stealth. I slip in, making it impossible for anyone to notice me. I stay in the dim light, edging across the wall. I don't really know what I'll say when I find Tony. Do I tell him I'm from an alternate dimension? That I'm just lost? That-
"You don't exist, kid."
I stop sliding against the wall and turn towards the sound.
"E-excuse me?"
"I've been looking for your face ever since you got the nerve to hack my motion censors... Ten minutes ago. Nicely done, by the way. That's a record time."
I stare dumbfounded at the area the voice came from, but only see the faint light of another room.
"Thank you, sir?"
"Tony. You've got nerve coming up here kid. Who are you?" He steps out of the other room into the brighter lighting of the one I'm in. He looks pretty much just like the comics depict him. Cocky, arrogant, and rich. Very rich.
"Richard Grayson Wayne."
He raises his eyebrow, but doesn't completely blow it off.
"And you came here because?"
"I'm not supposed to be here."
"That's what makes life interesting though."
"That's not what I meant. I mean here at all. This dimension."
"I see. So. Your saying that you're Robin?"
"Nightwing, actually. The switch did something to mess up my age."
He just stares off into space for a moment, then snaps his head up to look at me.
"And you think I can help you?"
"Based on the comics, your the best choice I have."
"I'm a comic book character?"
"Yes, you are."
"Wow."
He walks out of the room leaving me to wonder if I should follow him. I don't have to worry about that very long though.
"You can take the couch over there if you want to. We'll talk about this more in the morning."
I take about six tired steps before crashing face first on the couch. Sleep comes before I even realize I'm lying down.

Yeah? Yeah?! I'm pretty psyched about this one guys! It's gonna be amazing! Tony and Dimension hopping and teen titans and doctor who! And other stuff:D So..

should i have him lose his memory next?

or get kidnapped?

Or... jatoxand MUHAHAHAHAHA! That one's for me to know, and you to find out!

but seriously, help me out with this :D

review please!