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Chapter 2 – Past, Present and a stuck Damian Wayne
Damian's head pounded. He steadied his breathing and tried to remember what he had been doing.
Dick. He had been talking to Dick. He felt something restraining his wrists.
Handcuffs. Just what he needed.
And someone was poking his cheek.
"I know you're awake."
Damian opened his eyes, intending to glare at the other teenager. Instead, his eyes widened behind his mask.
Red vest, black cape with yellow underside and an 'R' encased in a circle on his chest.
"Robin?" he questioned. It felt weird saying that. He had been Robin for the past few years. Grayson had given him the name and he considered it his.
But, here and now, Grayson was Robin. The name was not his.
While he had been thinking about this, the team had crept closer. Aqualad stood before him and Robin moved back a little now that they realised he was awake.
"Who are you?" Aqualad asked.
Damian looked at him. He glanced around at the rest of the team. Miss Martian, M'gann, he only recognised because she was one of Drake's teammates. He realised how he had come to be unconscious.
"Using mental powers to render me unconscious is a violation of my privacy," he said to her, "I didn't do anything to deserve such treatment."
"I'm sorry," M'gann expressed, floating up in distress. "But we needed to get you here."
"You could have just asked!" Damian pointed out, loudly. He had realised after confronting Dick Grayson, a teenaged Dick Grayson, that he had been transported to the past.
Regardless of all those, 'keep the future a secret,' rules everyone seemed to think applied in situations like this, his father was his best chance of getting home. He didn't know the first thing about how time travel worked whereas he knew Batman had dealt with it before.
"I sought you out," he said to Robin, "as I require an audience with Batman."
"Well, you're going to get it!" Kid Flash pointed out. Aqualad held up a hand to silence him while Robin and Artemis glared at him.
"You'll have to give us a name."
"Redbird," Damian responded, "you can call me that."
"You said you wanted a meeting with Batman, right?" Robin questioned. Damian nodded. "Then, you won't be going anywhere. Batman will come here, okay?"
"Of course he's not going anywhere!" Kid Flash pointed out while the rest of the team nodded in agreement. Robin smirked at them and held out his hand to Damian.
Damian raised an eyebrow.
"The cuffs. I would like them back."
Damian smirked. He should have realised that Robin would figure it out. Grayson had always marvelled at his ability to escape. He pulled out the handcuffs, which he had unlocked right after requesting an audience with Batman, and placed them in Robin's waiting hand.
He took great pride in the baffled looks he received from the rest of the team.
"Where's your training room?" he asked Aqualad. Since he had been the one questioning him, he had a feeling that he might be the leader.
Even though Damian thought Robin was more suited for it. He was the guy who would grow up to lead the Justice League upon Batman's 'death'.
The team watched Redbird retreat in silence.
"He is odd," M'gann commented, "and I'm certain he reminds me of someone."
"Yeah," Kid Flash agreed. "I don't like it."
"He seems alright to me," Robin commented. Kid Flash stared at him.
"He was rude to Artemis and escaped the handcuffs right in front of us," Kid Flash pointed out. "How is that 'okay'?"
"He's the same as us," Artemis said.
Kid Flash frowned as if he didn't believe her. However, Aqualad did. He told them that they would treat Redbird as a visiting hero and not a criminal, unless Redbird's actions proved otherwise.
Redbird spent his time in the training room. According to Artemis, the guy was running himself through a tough regime that she didn't recognise. She did say he was skilled.
Robin and Kid Flash played games, Superboy watched while waiting for his turn with the TV, M'gann made cookies and Kaldur spent time down at the beach.
It was almost a regular team morning. Until Batman's arrival was announced and the black-clad man himself walked into the room.
"Where is he?" he demanded to know. He stared at Kid Flash, who dashed off to get Redbird.
Redbird walked in moments later while Batman and Aqualad were discussing Redbird's actions and possibly intentions. He stalked in as if he owned the place and stood with his arms cross over his chest.
"You wanted to see me?" Batman growled at him. Kid Flash smirked at the intimidation Batman was radiating. The rest of the team were the same. Cruel as it was, they did like seeing people get scared of the Batman. Probably because they knew he wasn't always intimidating.
But, even to Robin's surprise, Redbird didn't even flinch.
Redbird snorted.
"Cut the juvenile tactics," he said. "Just ask what you want to ask." Because he knew there would be questions. The faster he gets them over with, the faster they could work on getting him home.
He didn't have to worry about the assassin too much. Her target was still breathing and that meant she would be coming for Dick again.
Two birds, one stone; as Grayson sometimes said.
"You are a child, operating in my city. Why?"
"I was thrown back in time while attempting to halt an assassination. The assassin was sent back with me. My goals are to apprehend them and return to my time. I require your assistance to achieve my second goal."
"What about the assassin?" M'gann asked, curiously.
"I do not require any assistance there. I know the target and I can handle one assassin."
"I want to help!" Robin said, raising his hand. The thud of fear in Damian's chest made him glare darkly at the teen.
He didn't want Grayson anywhere near the assassin. His plan involved luring the assassin away from him.
"Absolutely not."
Robin looked like he was going to fight the issue when Batman spoke again;
"Who is the target?"
"I will not announce his name in present company however, I will say this, I thwarted an attempt on his life earlier today."
Batman mused on this.
"Hey, he is our age, right?" Kid Flash whispered to Robin.
"I think so."
"Why does he talk like that? He sounds so stuck-up."
Robin shrugged in response. Robin didn't really care about how Redbird sounded when he spoke. He wasn't as bad as some of Gotham's elite who attended Bruce's parties. His language was advanced but his words weren't intended to hurt. Most of the time.
Damian pulled up the holographic computer in his glove and hacked into the Mount Justice computers. He was furious. He had tried being nice and all it had got him was a room in the kiddy-play house.
He had asked Batman for assistance. Not the League. Not the team. Batman. His father.
Batman had told the team to watch him and left. With Robin in tow. After assurances that the League would do everything it could to get him back to his time.
Damian knew the assassin would target Wayne Manor next. It was Dick Grayson's home after all. And, whether his father wanted him to or not, he was going to protect Grayson's life.
Drake might have been the best hacker but he knew enough to download a map and insert a virus which would allow him access to the Zeta tubes. But, this was the team and Damian should have realised that someone would spot him leaving.
"You're not supposed to leave." Damian turned and glared at Kent. He knew the huge lug was one of Drake's friends in the future and that he was a lot less cheerful in this time.
"No one tells me what to do," Damian responded, "I have an assassin to capture."
Superboy raised an eyebrow. He considered Damian's words but;
"I can't let you leave. The Batman told us to watch you."
"So, you follow Batman's orders like a good little solider?" Damain taunted with a smirk. It was the kind of taunt intended to psychologically mess with an opponent and cause them to make mistakes.
It worked but it made Superboy angrier than intended. Instead of trying to grab Damian, he tried to punch him.
Damian ducked and rolled out of the way, a frown marring his face. This was certainly a different Superboy than the one he knew. Could less than a decade really make that big of a difference on his personality?
Damian cursed and flipped over Superboy as he threw another punch. It was too bad that Grayson and father were the ones who carried Kryptonite and that they both refused to let him have any.
Damian twisted around Superboy, too occupied with his goal to notice the hesitation in the clone's manner. He dashed for the Zeta Tube and jumped it.
His virus had done its work. He smirked as the world around him lit up.
