This chapter is also taking place in the future, but it will be the last one for a little while. Please let me know what you think, I'm always looking for ways to improve!

Disclaimer: I still don't own Young Justice.


The Watchtower 14:56

"Nightwing, B01," the computer announced.

The Watchtower was packed. Scientists, The League, and The Team were all there. A nervous tension spread throughout the air.

"What happened?" Nightwing asked, okay, more like demanded.

Everybody looked up, but only Batman answered. "There has been an... incident."

"Dude!" Bart exclaimed. "I was totally moded!"

Batman's glare spoke that he did not like being called "dude."

The Bat continued. "As I was saying. We have reason to believe that it is in everyone's best interest that Bart return home to his own time, for safety purposes of course, so that the time stream may be properly... mended."

Nightwing narrowed his eyes. "And what exactly is the harm in Bart being here?"

"See for yourself," Batman said and motioned towards a monitor.

Horrible images of earthquakes and volcanic eruptions filed the screen.

"A string of natural disasters world wide, all emiting gamma and zeta radiation, clear indicators of time disturbance. And last of all..." the Bat narrated, signaling for the final slide. It was an image of Bart's flickering form. "Molecular scramblage."

Dick didn't speak.

"Relax, hermano," Beetle spoke up. "We've got the best of the best here trying to figure out a way to repair Kid Flash's time machine to transport him back to, you know, whenever he's from."

"Then what do you need me for?" Nightwing asked coldly.

"Because, 'Boy Wonder'," it was Zatanna that answered this time. "You've got a knack for figuring out tricky machinery. And that's pretty much what this is."

She motioned towards the majorly scorched time machine standing in the corner.

"Wait, the cave blew up! How did THAT survive?!" Dick asked, bewildered.

"Wing, that thing is built to withstand breaking through time barriers. An itty bitty bomb's got nothing on that." Bart said, probably too proudly.

Nightwing wanted to bite back and say that was no itty bitty bomb: it had destroyed a mountain for Pete's sake! But he bit his tongue.

"Fine," He said finally. "I'll do what I can to get time all turbed again."


Told you this chapter was going to be short! The next one is going to take place back in the past, and trust me, it'll be easy longer! Remember to review!