A/N- I don't want this to be confusing, but I'm switching to 3rd person. Oh, if you read chapter two before Dec. 8 (?), I kind' a changed the interview a little. I know it was stupid and unrealistic, but it is, what it is. Actually it's still stupid and unrealistic. But whatever.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Marvel. Or DC. =(
After walking down lots of hallways, past rooms with technology that would make Lex Luthor jealous, science labs, something that looked like containment cells, Agent Hill took him inside another interrogation room. In it was a table, not unlike the one in the last room, and four chairs, three of which were occupied by one of his brothers. Tim and Damian were glaring at each other across the table, and Jason had his head down next to Tim, probably bored to sleep. He sighed, sitting down next to Damian. "Damian if you don't stop glaring I'm going to tickle you, and no force in the known universe can stop me." He said. Damian stopped and looked at him.
"You shall do no such thing to me Grayson." He glared at him.
"Sure Lil'D. Sure." He ruffled Damian's hair. Damian swatted his hand away. Tim Smirked. Agent Hill pulled up a chair that was in the corner to the table. She opened her folder and peered down at the papers inside.
"Where in New Jersey did you say you came from?" She asked.
"Vineland," Tim said rather quickly. "Vineland, New Jersey." He probably doesn't want to ruin his genius master plan to get back to Gotham.
"And, what was the name of your adopted father?" She questioned.
"Matches Malone." Tim replied. Oh! Oh, Okay. Damian Malone, son of Matches Malone. Eh it's okay. Damian Malone. Ha!
"Okay," She looked up at us. "You're, Timothy Jackson Drake," She pointed at Tim then Damian. "You're, Damian Malone, you're, Richard John Grayson, " She pointed at him. "And, he's Jason Peter Todd." She pointed at Jason.
"Yep" Dick said. She nodded, then got up and left, closing the door behind her. There was one camera in the room. It was in the corner and could see everything in the room. Tim and Jason had their backs to it. So if the Agents looked at the tape, they wouldn't be able to see half of the conversation.
"Is she gone?" Jason murmured. He lifted his head slightly.
"Yeah." Tim said. "Okay, we have to hurry, we don't know when she'll come back. Did any of you see the Empire State building?" Tim asked.
"I did." Damian replied.
"I saw the Statue of Liberty." Dick commented.
"Me too." Jason said. "They must have taken us different ways."
"These people aren't stupid," Dick said, "We've almost messed up multiple times already, so from now on you need to be really careful." Everyone was silent for a minute. "Tim, Damian Malone? What were you thinking?" Dick said
"Well, uh, Damian came in with me, and I wasn't just going to spit the name Bruce Wayne out there. You never know what could happen." Tim replied.
"Yeah, bats will come jumping out of the shadows and beat you senseless." Jason said.
"Ha ha ha Jason" Tim said in a snarky voice. There was once again a period of silence.
"I think I know what happened." Dick said.
"What?" All three of them said at once.
"I think we traveled through the Multiverse. And we landed somewhere way past Earth-51."
"That makes sense." Tim said looking down at the table. "But the questions we have to answer now are who, why, and how. Mostly focusing on who and how."
"Is the Rock of Eternity- uh, never mind." Jason slumped in his chair. Dick looked at Damian. His arms were crossed and his face was scrunched up like he was thinking really hard. Dick smiled.
Well, whom do we know that can travel through or break the interdimensional boundaries of the Multiverse?" Dick piped up.
"Uhhhhh . . ." Jason
"Can't Barry, Wally, Bart and all those people do that?" Tim asked.
"But they weren't even close to Chicago. Barry was helping Hal with something in Coast City, Wally was in Keystone, and Bart was with the rest of the Titans in New York." Jason said.
"Who said it was a person that opened the Multiverse?" Damian spoke up. "Theoretically, a black hole could be used to travel between Earths. Or if someone opened a singularity . . ." Damian relaxed his arms and face. Silence fell over them again.
"Iris's birthday is in three days." Dick said. "I told Wally I'd be there."
"I was going to go too." Tim said. "I really haven't seen Wally that much after the Team separated."
No one spoke until Agent Hill came back, looking even more tired than before. She saw that Damian and Tim had returned to glaring at each other and sighed.
"Our system crashed, so we weren't able to find your files, and the phone lines are down so we weren't able to contact Mr. Malone." She said. "Luckily, we still found an agent that was willing to do your physical exam. This is Agent Anderson." A man with shockingly blond hair walked in. He also looked exhausted. "Now the physical exam's purpose is solely to inform us of your physical capabilities. Now if you would please follow him to the training room." She said. They all filed out of the interrogation room, Jason at the front, Dick at the back.
The hallways were filled with agents running around like ants. Finally after many more long hallways, they arrived at what was apparently the training room. Well the sign on the door said Training Room #2. Inside was a balcony that looked over the actual place where they trained. The room was huge. The ceiling was high, and there was a huge floor to ceiling window that was at a slight slant. There were stairs that led down to the training area. Lines on the floor suggested that there were probably things under their feet that could be brought out for training. Ya know, like robots that are programmed to attack you. Like the ones that are on the Watchtower.
Agent Anderson was a man of few words. He took out an ipad with the SHIELD logo on it. He messed around with it for a second then a pull-up bar descended from the ceiling.
"Okay, so the physical exam is really you just doing a bunch of pull-ups and push ups, then you'll run around the room as many times as you can." Agent Anderson said. "So . . . Whose first?" Jason stepped forward towards the pull up bar. Agent Anderson stood with his back facing us and Jason stood opposite him. Thank goodness that it's September and everyone that isn't crazy is wearing a jacket. Jason grabbed the bars with both hands and made a show of barely being able to do one pull up. He struggled and gasped and his arms visibly shook. After two minutes passed and Jason had only successfully done two pull ups, Agent Anderson finally took pity on him and told him to stop. He typed something on his SHIELD ipad and motioned for Dick to come up. Dick, like Jason, grabbed onto the bar and gave a similar performance, though he was able to do about three pull-ups. Then Tim went up and did two pull-ups and Damian only did one. Then Agent Anderson retracted the pull up bar and had them do push-ups. After another disappointing and embarrassing performance from everyone, Agent Anderson told them to run around the room until their lungs hurt. Then he finally led them back towards the interrogation room. But they walked right past the interrogation room. They went down some stairs and Agent Anderson motioned for them to go inside. The room had two bunk beds pushed up against the wall and a desk with a computer against the far wall. Everything was gray, black, or blue. Agent Anderson looked at Tim and Damian
"Until we are able to contact your legal guardian, you'll have to stay here. We request that you don't leave this room." He left. There were no cameras here.
"They're just going to leave us on here?" Jason exclaimed.
"I'm not staying in close quarters with that demon kid." Tim remarked.
"Well, I refuse to be in close proximity with you too, Drake!" Damian yelled.
"All of you calm down! Jeez, what's wrong with you guys? We've got to work together if we're going to get back to Gotham. Or New York. Or Chicago, or wherever." Dick said. He pointed at the first bunk bed. "Me and Damian will sleep there, you two sleep on the other one."
"Dibs on top." Jason said and climbed up that ladder. Tim looked at the clock. It read eight thirty. Was it really only eight? He was exhausted. He collapsed on the mattress and fell asleep.
A/N- wiki/Matches_Malone- solid proof that I did not steal this name from any other fanfiction writer. =) SO. Do you like third person better? Was this chapter better? I think it was longer than the other two. No it's not. Chapter two was longer. Anyway, just because I didn't say REVIEW last time doesn't mean stop doing it! Please review!
