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Commissioner Gordon's POV

It was just one of those days you know? Where you try to just go about doing your business and surprises come around the corner. In this case, literally around the corner. I was exiting the precinct with detective Bullock when the familiar hum of one of the publically dubbed batfamily vehicles rounded the building. As I was expecting to see a colorfully costumed vigilante, I was take aback at the small child riding the motorcycle. I ran over to her and helped her down while looking her over for injuries. She had a couple scrapes and bruises but nothing too serious.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Awe you the Commissionew?" She said with a slight lisp. A damn it all if it wasn't the cutest thing.

"Yes I am, uh?"

"I'm Mina!"

"Alright then Mina, can you tell me how you got on Batman's motorcycle?"

"Not Batman's! It's Mr. Wed Wobin's! He saved me and towd me to tewl you that the bad mask guy was up to no good and that you should tewl Batman wight away!" she exclaimed. Now, normally, I let the vigilantes do their job because I know our police force would only get in their way half the time, but if it was so serious that Red Robin specifically asked for backup to be sent, then that meant something. Something big. I ushered Mina over to Harvey and headed to ready the bat signal.

'Batman is not going to like this' I thought. The big guy never liked it when one of his birds got hurt. Critically or not, it didn't matter. All the lowlifes in Gotham new to never harm one of the Batman's birds. Well everyone but the real psychos'.

Nightwing's POV

This person knew Batman's secret ID, that meant he was either a trusted friend, or a dangerous enemy. Before anyone could question him, he began to frantically move about. "N-no...you're supposed to be dead...I was looking for a way to bring you back and then..Dick. I need to find him. Tell him about Black Mask and Dr. Strange. Gotta tell...him." he passed out. The kid was bleeding profusely so it's no surprise the he passed out. I picked him up, taking into account his light weightedness and his costume. He was obviously a hero, but one I'd never seen. His suit was red and black with a criss cross belt strapped across his chest that held a set of wing-like structures in place at his back. I trailed behind Bruce, taking our unconscious new guy to the med bay as Tim and the members of the team followed me.

I set him down on the bed as Bruce took out a needle and extracted a small amount of blood to see what type he was since he had lost a lot from his wounds and would need more. M'gann got to work taking the kid's kevlar off and started to clean the wound when the computer beeped announcing it had finished analyzing the sample. No one expected a match to the blood sample, and no one sure as hell expected the match to be Tim Drake. Their Robin. I looked at Bruce in confusion until he stepped forward and peeled off the kid's mask. There were several gasps from around the room. The stranger looked exactly like Tim, albeit older. His face was scrunched up in pain and his sweaty bangs were matted to his forehead. M'gann felt his forehead and yanked it back in surprise.

"He's really hot!" she exclaimed. I reached a hand out to feel his forehead as well and frowned when I felt the heat.

"Hurry and extract the bullets, Miss Martian!" Bruce barked. As she worked to dislodge the metal fragments in older Tim's abdomen, I held his hand. He was so light, and without his mask, you could see the dark circles under his eyes. Nobody said aloud but everyone was thinking the same thing. What had happened in the future? That silent question went unanswered as older Tim woke up and started thrashing in M'gann's hold.

"Please, Tim! You have to hold still. You've lost a lot of blood! Conner help!" she tried to reason with him and Superboy came over to hold his legs down while I held his arms.

"No! Have ta' tell'im...gotta find Bruce'n tell Batman 'bout..mask…" his words were slurred and what he said earlier still worried me. Where was Bruce in the future? Why isn't Tim Robin? What's happened?!

"Tim," I started, "Is Bruce dead?" he stopped squirming and his eyes narrowed a little.

"You should already know that, Dick." he said through his feverish daze. I nodded.

"One more question, who is Batman?" he looked at me blearily while the rest of the occupants in the room were dead silent.

"You are Dick, and Damian is Robin. What's wrong with you?" he questioned, apparently his mind was clearer. Damian? Who is Damian? Why would some kid I don't know replace Tim as Robin? It seemed Bruce was just as confused as I was, but before we could voice our query, Tim had passed out again. M'gann gave him an anesthetic and continued to dig the bullets out of Tim.

Tim's POV

I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or not the first time I had opened my eyes. I saw Bruce, and though I didn't believe him to be dead, I found it hard to comprehend that he could be there right in front of me. And then Dick was being really weird. I guess Commissioner Gordon had told him to come get me, but what I didn't understand was what he was doing in his Nightwing uniform. Damian was also absent but I wouldn't expect the demon spawn to be there anyway. There was a dull ache in my abdomen and I was faintly aware of a repetitive beeping in the distance. There were voices chattering around me and I wondered if I was in the cave.

"-need to find out how to get him back!" Someone said.

"I know that already."

"Guys stop it, they're probably looking for him now."

"I hope so, I have a bone to pick with myself." I reached out when I heard Dick's voice from somewhere beside me, and my eyes flitted open.

"Dick?" I asked. He looked unsure of how to act, nervous almost. He leaned down and put a hand on my forehead and caressed my hair.

"Hey Timbo, how are you feeling?" He asked gently.

"Like shit honestly, was I shot?" He winced at my choice of words.

"Yeah, Tim. it was pretty bad, what happened?" I was confused because he should have known that it was likely from Strange and Black Mask. I indulged him nonetheless.

"It was Black Mask. I know you told me to do recon only, but he had a little girl held hostage as some sacrifice for whatever project Strange had. I had no choice but to step in, I'm sorry." He looked torn between some decision but seemed to think staying silent was the best course of action. I looked back at him for a minute and finally couldn't take the nagging voice in my head telling me that something was very wrong about this situation. "Hey, uh, Dick? Can I ask you something?" Having been fully awake by now, I realized that we were not alone in the room. Kon was there as well as Bart, and Miss Martian and well, the Young Justice team, which in itself was very weird. They all had slight differences in either appearance or height. I also noticed that I was not in the cave's infirmary as was my first speculation, but in fact, I was in the med bay at Mt. Justice.

"Yeah, what's on your mind Timmy?" Dick asked with a forced smile that I could recognize anywhere.

"Why are you in your Nightwing uniform? And Where's Damian?" As soon as I said this, his eyes were momentarily blown wide and everyone else's voices hitched. Dick regained his composure.

"I just felt like trying it on…..and Damian...he, he was worried about you, but we told him to wait outside since there were so many people here already…" He trailed off. I remember being pushed through that ruin by Black Mask and Strange saying something about only one person going back, and that settled it. I wasn't in my time. Mt. Justice not destroyed, Dick in his Nightwing uniform, everyone looking younger…...seeing Bruce alive, or at least I hope it wasn't just my imagination, and the thing that sealed the deal was that last bit about Damian. The demon spawn could care less if I kicked the bucket or not, so no way in hell would he be worried about and waiting outside the room for me.

"You're lying." I stated curtly. I hardened my gaze and shifted into a defensive position on the bed even as my wound screamed in pain. The occupants in the room were startled at my sudden change in behavior and put up their hands in a pacifying gesture. Dick and M'gann stepped forward.

"Wait Timmy, what are you talking about?" Dick tried saying.

"I know for a fact that Damian would rather kill me himself than be worried about my well being, Dick."

"Please, Tim, you'll open up your stitches. Sit back down." M'gann said and after a moment's hesitation, I complied.

"I should have known." I said, biting my nail in frustration.

"Should have known what Timothy?" A voice resounded from the doorway and all heads shifted towards the owner, but I didn't need to see what I already knew. It was Bruce.

"That you are presumed dead in my time and Dick wouldn't be this understanding to me when he's got Damian to think about." I said, staring hardly at the floor. Dick shifted uncomfortably and spoke quietly, yet loud enough for those present to hear.

"You keep mentioning this Damian person. That he is Robin now. Who is he?" At this, everyone waited eagerly for me to answer. I sighed and looked at Bruce.

"He's your son, Damian Wayne."

Well I hope this is turning out alright. I really love time travel fics where the characters go back and meet themselves or the same thing but with different dimensions.