The team was gathered in Mount Justice's main hall, just finishing up their day of training. Black Canary and Red Tornado had already left, and the teens were left waiting for Artemis and Kid Flash to finish their sparring—which also included the loud shouting of insults.
"I don't get it," Rocket mused. "They kissed on New Year's… Why are they fighting?"
"Most likely, it is out of habit," Aqualad offered, smiling at Rocket. "It is best to just leave them alone."
Their fighting continued, their voices echoing on the cavern walls, adding to the clamor of their physical battle. "That was such a cheap move!"
"Only 'cause you left yourself wide open!"
"Could you be any more annoying?"
"I could try…."
Robin rolled his eyes. "Hey, KF!" Kid Flash skidded and looked expectantly at his friend—giving Artemis just enough time to connect a fist to his jaw and send him sprawling to the floor. "Finally," Robin sighed, getting up to leave.
Kid Flash was just about to start bickering with Robin, when a loud bang shook the Cave's walls. Everyone turned sharply and saw seven children suddenly appear in the middle of the floor, disagreeing loudly.
"Bridget what do we do what do we do what do we do what do we do what do we—"
"I can't believe she teleported us again—"
"Calm down. Guys, chill out."
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
"Jamie, will you shut up!"
"QUIET!" Rocket yelled, hushing up the kids. "Now… Who's in charge?" The tallest child—a girl—came forward.
She was wearing a fuchsia turtle neck and dark blue jeans. She looked so much like Rocket the team gasped. "I am. My name is Bridget." She turned to the others, who were standing in an orderly line. "We should probably explain who we are. Let's see…" Bridget looked back and forth between the children and teens. "Nathaniel, take Artemis and Felicity take Fl—Kid Flash." A red-haired girl and blond boy immediately obliged, pulling Artemis and Kid Flash in opposite directions.
"Now… Blane, take Miss Martian and Superboy both." A green skinned child nodded and took both teens away. "Rick, take Jamie and Robin. It doesn't look like she's here yet." A boy with auburn hair rolled his eyes and grabbed a little girl's hand, dragging her toward Robin and the exit.
Bridget looked between the last boy and Rocket. "Go with M—Rocket. I'll take Aqua…lad." The boy—who was obviously Bridget's younger brother—nodded once and took Rocket further away. Zatanna, however, was left standing awkwardly. "Oh! I'll talk to you first, Zatanna," she said. "Aqualad, can you wait over there?"
He did and Bridget turned to the girl. "We are from the future.—We are all the children of the team… except for you. You're the one who teleported us here, accidentally. We'll be gone in a few hours, your memories will disappear, and it will be like we were never here." Zatanna's eyes bulged at all the information, trying to comprehend it all. "Excuse me," she said, walking over to Aqualad.
"Hello," Bridget said brightly.
"Hello," Aqualad replied. The child looked so much like Rocket it was nerve-racking; but it appeared to be just in her looks that she was like his teammate.
"I'm from the future," she said. Aqualad just stared at her. "I know it seems crazy, but I am. And what's more…" The little girl, who seemed to be about eleven, looked down at the floor. "I'm Rocket's daughter."
"That appears to be logical," Aqualad said. Bridget was, after all, an exact copy of his teammate.
"But that's not all." Aqualad looked confusedly at the girl as she raised her hand. In a quick movement, she splayed her fingers to reveal a fine netting between them—they were webbed. Aqualad immediately made the connection. "I'm your daughter, too…"
.3.
"Look, Bridge says we should be gentle about this, but I don't feel like it." Rocket was being dragged down the hall and the boy—who seemed around seven—finally stopped and walked into her room. "My name is Aarin, I'm from the future and I'm your son." Rocket looked blankly at Aarin, digesting what he had said.
"You can't be my son," was all she said. "You look just like Aqualad—you have to be his… kid…" Aarin saw the light bulb turn on. "What? Me? And… him…?"
Aarin looked blankly at his mother. "You know what this means, right? Bridge is your daughter, too."
Rocket shook her head, confused. "How'd you get here?"
"Oh, Bridge will explain once we all join back together. Let's go, Mom." Rocket wondered as the little boy—her little boy?—pulled her back to the main hall.
.3.
Miss Martian and Superboy were sitting awkwardly on the small couch in the living room. Blane—the eight year old green-toned child—had lead them here and sat facing them. "Can I just say it?" he asked tentatively.
"Say what?" Superboy returned, harshness flooding his voice. The boy didn't flinch, though. His electric blue eyes and dark blue hair reminded Miss Martian of Superboy, but with his green skin…
"Are you our son from the future?" she asked suddenly.
Blane smiled widely. "Yep!" Superboy looked at Miss Martian and she blushed furiously.
.3.
"Omigosh it was so cool I was like flying and then you came and caught me and yelled at me and I asked you why and you said it was dangerous and I told you I knew you would come, cause, ya know, you are my daddy—" Kid Flash stopped the speedy-mouthed, nine year old child there.
"What did you just say?"
"C'mon. Do I really have to just tell you, Daddy? Whoops…" The girl covered her mouth with her hand. She looked just like Artemis, save her fiery red hair. Kid Flash's eyes grew wide.
"Who's your mom?" Felicity looked at him skeptically.
"You know. I'm not gonna tell you this one, Daddy. I'll just say this." She held up one of her petite little fingers. "Nathaniel's not only my brother—he's also my twin!" Kid Flash thought back and remembered that Nathaniel—the blond boy—had taken Artemis.
"No way," he breathed. "She's gonna flip."
.3.
"What?" Artemis screamed at the boy sitting in front of her. "No. I refuse to accept it. There is no way I would ever have kids with that… that…" She was speechless. Nathaniel had just told her that he was her son; and when she had asked about his father, he simply told her to look at his eyes. Everything about Nathaniel screamed Artemis, except for one feature—his bright green eyes. It didn't take Artemis long to realize what this meant. And she hadn't taken the news well.
"It's funny, 'cause you and Dad are always… Well…" The boy looked down at his hands. "You spend a lot of time together. Alone." Artemis' eyes bulged. She was going to kill Kid Flash.
.3.
"Have you figured it out?" Robin was walking through the halls of Mount Justice with the boy, Rick, and girl, Jamie.
"I think so," he replied. In fact, he believed he had. It was all perfectly logical. "Give me the names again…"
Rick rolled his eyes. "There's Bridget, me, Fel, Nate, Blane, Aarin, and Jamie."
"Okay." Robin smiled and cracked his fingers. "Bridget and Aarin are Rocket and Aqualad's kids; they look so much like their parents it's easy. Felicity and Nathaniel are twins and Artemis and Kid Flash's kids. Blane is so obviously Miss M and Superboy's son. And you and Jamie…" These were the kids that confused him. They were his children, but he didn't know who the 'she' was Bridget had referred to. "Well, you're mine, but I don't know who your mom is."
"Well, Zatanna doesn't have any kids, if you were thinking anything like that. You should know her, though. Just look at my hair." Robin studied the boy's auburn hair, trying desperately to think who he knew with that color. Suddenly it hit him.
"Babs?"
"Took you long enough," Rick groaned. "By the way, Mom's going to have another, too. We don't know what it is yet, though. You're hoping for another boy." Robin didn't hear him though—he was still trying to comprehend the fact that he and Barbara Gordon had children together, somewhere off in the future.