I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I left you people!! Okay, I'm back and I'll update on other fanfics soon, I promise-ish. But I also started writing on Wattpad if you wanna check that out, same username. Kay, onward!!Disclaimer: I don't own anything, 'cept for my OCs

Dick's POV

I was sitting on the big wheely chair in the Batcave. Batman was gone for a mission with the League and Alfred left last minute to visit his sick sister, so I was in charge.

Me, Tim, Jason, and Damian had all just defeated another villain. Poison Ivy was at it again with the same excuse. Except this time, she sprayed us all with some shit colored liquid which I'm sure was manure mixed with some water and chemicals.

I didn't know what it did, but I do know that liquid had microchips of some sort in it, meaning any of us could blow up, turn evil, or lead her here.

Damian and Tim were sparring while Jason was watching and eating popcorn, occasionally throwing it when one of them made a bad come back or didn't evade properly.

I was about to tell them to come over to discuss the tech, but Jason was gone, leaving the bucket of popcorn on the floor.

"TODD!" Damian yelled, looking around.

"Jason?" Tim said, looking around.

I was about to call out too, but I felt a weird tingle on my skin, then a burning feeling. Soon, I saw a flashing light around me.

"Guys, I think-" Was all I got before I felt myself grow lighter until I was in a different room.

Tara's POV

I laughed as I watched a Youtube video on my phone.

"I should probably do my homework," I muttered to myself, before realizing I had already finished it. And it was Friday.

I heard the water running, meaning my sister, Angel, just got into the shower.

I was about to leave Youtube and listen to my favorite band's new music, when I heard a crash.

"TARA, IF YOU BREAK SOMETHING, YOU HAVE TO TELL MOM WHEN SHE GETS BACK!" Angel yelled from the bathroom. I rolled my eyes.

"SHUT UP!" I screamed from my room.

"WHAAAT?" My sister screamed back. I sighed.

I made my way downstairs to see what or who made the noise.

"Please don't be a person, please don't be a person," I silently pleaded.

I did not have the energy nor did I have the skills to fight a random person who happened to be in my house. I walked over to the kitchen and saw that a pan that was once on the counter was now on the floor.

"IT WAS JUST A PAN!" I yelled to my sister.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" She screamed back.

I heard a ruffle, a weird sound as if someone was laughing, then a slap. Time to see what it was. Maybe if I…

"I SAID, WHOEVER MADE THAT NOISE, YOUR MOM'S A HOE!" I replied.

I heard my sister laugh and more noise from the cabinets. I did not want to open them. But, I also didn't want to get attacked or raped while asleep. I went to the closet and got out the flashlight/taser/alarm that my mom kept behind the cereal and put my hand on the tase button, just in case.

I slowly opened the cabinet to be met with… Nothing?

I opened the one next to it and saw a green boot. Who is this person? I reached the taser to the person's boot, to have it kicked out of my hand! I screamed and ran a good 5 feet away.

"What the fuck are you, you creep!" I yelled out of surprise and due to the fact that there was a freaking person in my cabinets.

I heard a sigh and what sounded like a quiet, "We still don't know."

"Are there more of you weird people who decided to climb in cabinets?!" I screamed.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, TARA?" I heard my sister scream.

"Ummm, I'M READING A COMIC BOOK!" I lied. How do you tell someone crazy people who sound strangely familiar are hiding in the same place you put your fruit roll ups?

"Honestly, it'll be best if you just came out. I can call the police." I said. I didn't want them to come out though.

I heard more movement then nothing.

"You know I can hear you in my cabinets, right?" I asked.

"We would've kept quiet if we wanted you to not hear us," I heard a child's voice come from person with the green boot who kicked my taser.

I screamed. What was I supposed to do? There were people in my cabinets. I was just home with my sister, I didn't know what to do. And I can't even say I wanna go home, because I am home!

"Shut up! You're gonna notify the cops, you banshee!" I heard the kid say.

"Excuse me, but can you fucking get out of my cabinets?!" I yelled. I heard several snickers and a what sounded like the child cussing me out under his breath.

"We don't want to be here!" I heard another voice, more like a kid my or my sister's age.

"Then get out of my cabinets!" I said again.

"We don't know where we are!" I heard the child again.

"Because you're in my cabinets!" I said.

"She's right." I heard a voice of someone who sounded kinda more adultish.

"You can't be serious!" Said the child.

"Let Dickhead make his own decisions, Demon," Another voice said.

First of all, how many people are there?! And second, Demon? Dickhead? The different voices? A child? (Lol, great realization) This seems familiar. Really familiar.

"Wait, are you Damian Wayne? And Tim Drake? And Jason Todd?! AND DICK GRAYSON?!" I screeched.

There were multiple responses.

"How did you-"

"Yell it louder, why don't ya?"

"Umm…"

"I wish B prepared me more."

Dick's POV

How did she figure out? I mean, for all I know, we could be in an alternate dimension where we're all known for our identities or something. But this girl freaking out was not helping. But, I can't say much. We're in her cabinets.

"Uh, where are we?" Tim asked. Of course, he asked the reasonable question.

"You're in my cabinets, and if y'all don't come out, you'll be behind bars!" She said, though she had a weird kind of awestruck voice behind her quavering and stuttering.

"So, somewhere in the South?" Jason asked. She sighed.

"We're in Texas. How exactly did you get here? 'Cause I'd like to help you get out of my cabinets," She said. I peeked out to see her appearance.

She looked like either a 9th or 10th grader, or maybe 11th. She had a long, dark brown braid that matched her eye color. She was tall and was wearing an old, raggedy black shirt with some sort of logo on it. She had white sweatpants with some paint stains on them and I could see the taser Damian had kicked earlier a few feet away from her.

For a minute, she looked scared and surprised, but I realized Jason had left the cabinets and was out and in her kitchen. I heard her muttering in some sort of language, Hindi maybe?

"Nice kitchen. Pretty big. Love the set up." Jason said.

She kind of pointed and inched her hand towards a knife in the rack of knives. Jason noticed this, I could tell, but didn't inch closer to any of his weapons.

"Is there anyone else in this house?" Tim asked.

"Why should I tell you?" She asked. She had a point, but this was important.

"Please, we really need this!" I added.

"Yeah, and I should tell you about me and where you are even though you guys are in my cabinets, the kid kicked my taser, and there's a dude smoking in my kitchen. My mom'll kill me if she smells smoke!" The girl said, suddenly realizing.

"Is your mother here?" Damian asked, a little panic in his voice, which was definitely new to hear.

"No, she'll be back around 4. But, since you guys obviously have weapons and I'm gonna die because my mom is going to be a human smoke detector, I can tell you my sister is here and can hear you guys. So you're busted." The girl said.

"And you are?" Jason asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Tara," The girl, Tara, said.

To be continued….Woop! I finished a chapter! I feel so accomplished. Now, y'all know the drill. Please review and stuff, no mean ones tho, constructive ones. Anyways, thank y'all and bye.