Miseries of the Hood Epilogue

Tim sat at the Batcomputer, Dick leaning on the back of his chair as they worked on the report. Jason was still in the shower, and Damian was servicing Jason's gear for him. It had been a long day, the little side trip having taken place after the night's patrol. They just needed to finish up before bed. At least school didn't start after the summer until the following week.

"Do we have any information on the region at that time other than what we found out?" Damian asked from across the cave.

"We don't have a lot of info on the history of France, but we can do a search," Tim replied. "Dick, do you mind?"

"No problem," the acrobat answered. He reached over to a second console and started searching. "Oh, wow," he said after a few minutes. "You know the musical Les Miserables, based on the book of the same name? B got me cross-translating the book once for practise."

"Yeah, I did that too," Tim said. "Dami?"

"I've heard of it, but I've never read it," the assassin child responded. "I suppose I could try the cross-translation some time."

"Well, apparently it's based on a true story, and the bishop who sent the message for us is the same one who gave Valjean that silver," Dick continued. "The book doesn't mention our little escapade, fortunately; can you imagine the trouble we'd been in if it had?"

"I'd guess we baffled and embarrassed everyone enough that they didn't feel the need to mention it," Tim shrugged. "A cover-up would have been a lot easier in those days. But that bishop was a wonderful guy. Gave up his palace for a hospital, gave practically everything he had to those who needed it, and when he found out he could supplement his income with a cart and carriage payment from the church, he went and gave that away too."

"A good man," Damian nodded. "How did Todd get there?"

Tim looked at Dick. Dick looked at Tim. They both looked over at the changing rooms, as Jason finally emerged towelling his hair. "What?" he asked.

"Jay, how did you end up stuck back in nineteenth century France?" Tim asked.

"It was that damn heap of junk that sent you reeling to that other Gotham," Jason shrugged. "B told me to take short patrol and come back to dismantle it – you couldn't make it work right, could you?"

"You mean you messed up dismantling a trans-universal device?" Tim winced.

"Oh, I removed the dimensional component first," Jason answered.

"Well that's something," Dick muttered. "And also explains why your gear was left behind."

Damian came over. "What happened to the remains of the trans-versal device?"

Jason froze. "Erm…"

Tim's eyes widened. "I hope Booster or Rip Hunter are still on the League's HQ."

The four bolted for the teleport.