Disclaimer: I do not own any DC comic characters even though I am the Batman (at least in my mind I am) nor do I own anything related to Doctor Who. This is just my idea of what the wonderfully fantastical Batman would be like as the Doctor :D lol so enjoy :)

Beep! Beep!

It was 7:30 A.M. on a Saturday, when Richard Grayson woke up to get ready for the day. He got ready, kissed his mom on the cheek and rushed out the door of their trailer.

"Dick, your mom and I will meet up with you later, okay?" called his father from the side of the trailer.

"'Kay! I'll tell the ringmaster!" Dick shouted back as he headed the opposite way towards the circus tent.

It was just a normal day, no different from any other Saturday for Dick Grayson, but that was all about to change.

Inside the colorful circus tent, everyone was hastily getting prepared for tonight's show. The clowns were cleaning the bleachers, the magician was checking to make sure his illusions worked perfectly, the animal tamers were checking the tigers, dogs, elephants, and horses, and the world's strongest man was helping put up the props.

Dick Grayson ignored everyone and walked straight towards the man at the center of the stage.

"Ah! There's my favorite lil' acrobat! Where's the rest of the Flying Grayson's?" the ringmaster exclaimed jovially.

Dick's smile went from ear to ear. "They'll be here later. Momma's getting' ready and Dad had to fix the clown's car."

Within an hour, everyone was present and practicing their performances. Then it was time to open up to the public and perform for everyone.

Performing in front of a crowd was Dick's favorite part of being a part of the circus, mostly because he got to show off in front of kids his own age. Of course, he was more concerned about showing off for that redheaded beauty that occasionally came to watch.

I'll talk to him today after the show, Dick thought as he and his parents flipped and soared through the air in their daring routine.

After the show, Dick raced to the tent opening only to be stopped by the ringmaster. "Here, give this to your parents. It's their paycheck."

Dick looked longingly out the tent, and then proceeded to run back in towards the storage area where his parents normally retired to after a show.

The storage area was full of costumes, stuffed animals, toys, circus merchandise, props, and trinkets that people had dropped or lost when they'd came to the circus years before. He'd never understood his parent's fascination with this room.

"It's a dark and mysterious place, and who doesn't love a good mystery?" Dick's mother had once said.

"It's a good place to think, son," his father had told him.

"Momma! Daddy!" Dick called warily from the entrance. No one answered. "Mommy? Daddy? I got your money from the ringmaster…" He ventured into the room a little farther.

Something in the back stirred.

"Mommy?"

A stack of props collapsed behind him causing him to jump.

"Daddy?!" He was about to cry.

He looked to his right and could not believe what he was seeing. The plastic mannequins that wore the costumes were moving towards him.

He slowly backed up, never taking his eyes off of the 2 moving mannequins. Then, 12 more mannequins began to move towards him. "Mommy!"

He was backed against a wall too terrified to move when suddenly someone grabbed his arm. Turning, Dick saw a tall man in a dark, menacing costume. The man whispered in a deep voice, "Run!"

Dick's legs were still numb with fear, yet the strange man dragged him along behind him anyways. When Dick's legs began working again, the man released his arm immediately. The man led Dick into one of the circus actors' trailers where they hid for a moment.

"What were those things?" Dick stammered.

"Plastic mannequins. Living plastic mannequins to be exact," the man said blatantly.

"That's not possible! Plastic can't move! It had to be some stupid teenagers."

"Why do you think that?"

"Be… Because in order to get that many people to dress up in silly costumes it's gotta be stupid teenagers."

"That's a good theory."

"Um… Thank you, sir."

"But you're wrong. Those mannequins are alive and trying to take over the world and for whatever reason they started here at a circus and they're being controlled from a satellite positioned in the circus tent." The man opened the door of the trailer and ran out into the night with Dick right behind him. "I have to attach this device to the satellite," he held up a strange object with flashing lights and wires all over it, "so that it will be destroyed, effectively destroying the living plastic as well, and hopefully I won't be blown up in the process."

"What about my parents?" Dick asked quietly.

The man stopped to look at the child following him, he then lowered his head and turned away from the boy. "They're dead. I'm sorry." They stood in silence as Dick tried to comprehend that he'd never see his mom or dad again and the man thought about his own parents' murders when he was Dick's age. "Anyways, run along and forget about me. And don't worry about me, no! You run along and do whatever it is that children do these days."

He shoved Dick towards the gate that led to the world outside the circus, a world completely foreign to Dick.

"Oh, and here's a souvenir," the man said as he turned his back to Dick and tossed him something plastic. It was one of the mannequin's hands.

"Who are you? Dick asked quietly, cradling the plastic hand in his arms.

"I'm The Batman, the Doctor, or Doctor Batman, whichever you prefer."

"I'm Richard Grayson, everyone calls me Dick, though."

The man looked around awkwardly. "Um… okay… Well, run for your life, Dick!" Batman held the programming device in the air and ran towards the tent.

My parents are really dead… I'll never see them again… Dick thought as he fled to the ringmaster's trailer. He had barely gotten 10 feet, when the circus tent exploded. Quickly, he turned and ran, crying, to the ringmaster.

He later remembered passing an old grandfather clock, which he found a little odd but at the time he'd been too upset to care.

So, review please? If ya'll like it I'll continue with the story. If ya'll don't like it then I won't waste anyone's time :) lol and yeah I know I didn't follow the Batman story of how he met Dick nor did I completely follow the Doctor Who storyline but I kinda jumbled them together to create this! Whatever it is :D lol so tell me what ya'll think please? :) And now I leave you all with this question: How do the citizens of Metropolis not realize who Superman really is? I mean the only thing he uses to hide his identity is normal reading classes o.o … Glasses off: OH SUPERMAN MY HERO :D Glasses on: WHERE'D SUPERMAN GO :O I mean even Louis Lane (Who dated BOTH of them) didn't realize they were the same person :P lol so tell me what ya'll think about this :) or just rant about how stupid Superman is :D