"Maybe I should try and convince him that I'm the love child of him and Catwoman…"

Roy remained silent, sitting hunched over on his sofa, his gaze boring into the wall. Jason bit back a sigh; the Roy of this time period was obviously still a boring little shit, and clearly not worthy of being his friend…but Jason was nothing if not loyal, and Roy was a pretty decent best friend and team mate in the future, so he'd put up with mini-Roy's crap for now.

"This is the moment you say "do it" in a really eager and excited voice."

Roy didn't so much as glance at him. "I'm not talking to you."

Jason smirked. "Ha, jokes on you. You just did."

Roy groaned and rubbed his forehead. Jason's smirk widened — at this rate, he wouldn't be able to ignore him for much longer. Plus, this Roy's skills of dealing with Jason weren't as strong as future-Roy's, and that meant that mini-Roy would be way easier to break.

God, he just loved being himself sometimes.

"Oh, come on Roy! We're going to be best friends in the future! And teammates! So you better get used to it now."

Roy shrugged. "Or I could just change the future."

That stubborn little shit.

"Nah," Jason said, slouching back into the couch, "that stuff's pre-determined. You can't fuck with destiny."

"Are you actually trying to convince me that you're my destiny?" Roy sounded more than a little incredulous.

Jason grimaced. "Fuck no, that sounds like something out of a cheesy romcom." If he was ever going to star in a movie, he'd probably go for some kickass action flick. Or a documentary on how useless the Batfamily really were. He'd take either. "Nah, think of it as more of a horror movie — I'm going to haunt you for all eternity. Hell, I even came back from the grave to do it."

Roy blinked. "What does that mean?"

"What it sounds like — let me tell you, clawing your way out of your own grave is not fun."

Roy snorted. "Right."

Jason's eyes narrowed slightly. Seriously, mini-Roy could stop being such a sceptical little shit all the time. He didn't believe him about the time travel, he didn't believe him about coming back from the dead — what was wrong with this kid?

"Yeah Roy, it sucks. It hurts like hell, it's hard to breath, you swallow enough dirt to want to throw up every time you see it, and dirt gets under your fingernails. The only silver lining is that those nails aren't going to last too long with all that scratching and clawing." Jason grimaced. "Still hurts like hell though."

Roy stared. Well, more like gaped, and that was a very unattractive look on him. "You…actually want me to believe that you came back from the dead?"

"Yes. What, is that not a thing in your time?" Jason cocked his head, considering the time period he was currently in. "Huh, it really isn't…"

Weird, considering how many people had actually popped back up after being buried six feet under (or come back after being presumed dead…Bruce, the old attention seeker).

Roy continued to stare at him for a moment, and Jason bit back a sigh. Yeah, this was getting annoying. Maybe the silence should have been welcome, what with him having to deal with his obnoxiously loud and mind-numbingly awful family all night long, but Roy was just making this awkward.

"You know I could just give you directions if you want," Roy said at last. "I'm sure Gotham isn't…too far from here."

Jason shook his head. Sure, Roy was making this awkward as hell, but he was obviously suffering more than Jason was, and that was the important thing. "Nah, I think I'll stick around. Nice place you got here."

Roy scowled. "If I kick you out, what'll happen?"

Jason considered this. "Hmm…under the small chance that you actually do…I'm going to start screaming your name again." Wait, that wouldn't work. Dammit. "Actually, I'll just scream ARSENAL! Or whatever else your weird superhero name is right now. And then I'll point at your house."

Jason smirked. Hell yeah, he was awesome at this. He supposed there were perks of hating your family as much as he did — it meant he was great at coming up with torture methods.

"What the fuck was future-me thinking," Roy murmured, staring at Jason with a mix of disbelief and wonder.

Then there was a flash of green, and Jason was gone.

Roy stared, and wondered what the hell had just happened.

Moments before Tim and Cass had showed up, the rest of the family had still been trying to process the current situation.

Damian was scowling, Dick was rambling, Bruce was avoiding everyone's eyes, and Alfred seemed oddly calm.

(So all in all, Dick supposed that it wasn't that different from how it usually was).

Dick turned to Alfred. "You know, I would've thought you'd have more questions."

Alfred raised an eyebrow. "I think you've revealed quite enough, Master Dick."

"You've probably damaged the timeline, Grayson," Damian added, a scowl still etched across his face. Dick wouldn't have taken him seriously either way, because an angry Damian was still an adorable Damian (plus, Damian was angry most of the time — although Dick was definitely working on that, and making progress if he did say so himself), but the combination of Damian and a Nightwing onesie was almost too cute for him to deal with.

Bruce's eyes moved towards the child, and then quickly flittered away. Obviously he didn't think the same way.

"I'm sure it's fine."

"If I'm not born, I'll blame you," Damian muttered.

Dick snorted. "I'm pretty sure you've already been born."

Bruce froze. "What?!"

"Grayson!"

Dick shrugged, his expression somewhat sheepish as he took in Bruce's expression of alarm, and Damian's fury. "Well, he is ten. What did you expect."

Bruce paled.

"It's not like it matters," Damian interjected, his words coming out rushed and stilted. He looked tense. Yeah, maybe keeping his mouth shut was a good idea. Sure, seeing Bruce all flustered was pretty fun, but Dick didn't want to upset Damian (plus, who knew what kind of damage this was doing to the timeline — although considering the fact that them being here at all was probably messing with it big time, maybe he hadn't made things that much worse. They'd just have to find a way to fix this before they went home).

"He can't do anything about it." Damian continued. "Now — how are we going to get home? I heard there's a risk of a thunder storm tonight, and you know how Titus gets — "

"We'll figure it out," Dick said, placing a comforting hand on his little brother's shoulder. "And Titus will be fine. Alfred will look after him if he does get scared."

Bruce frowned. "Titus?"

Dick waved a hand dismissively, remembering his decision to remain more tight-lipped.

"My dog," Damian said, and then turned to Dick. "Really Grayson — you told Father about his future son, but you're afraid of telling him about a dog?"

Dick shrugged. It wasn't like he'd ever done this before, so forgive him for not knowing perfect time-travel etiquette.

"And where is Master Dick?" Alfred questioned. After a brief pause he elaborated, "The younger Master Dick."

"With the rest of his team," Bruce replied. "I thought it was for the best." He looked relieved at the distraction. "Dick can be pretty…enthusiastic."

Actually, younger-him had looked too traumatised to be enthusiastic, but Dick didn't think Alfred needed to know about that.

Damian snorted. "That's an understatement. Grayson is like a child on a perpetual sugar high, without any actual sugar."

Dick shook his head. "Nah, sugar is life." He glanced at Alfred. "Hey Alfie, got any cookies? I didn't get to have any the other day, before these guys finished them off."

Damian stiffened. "I did nothing of the sort! I was forced to eat those cookies against my will!"

"He loves them."

Alfred coughed. "Ah, so that was what Master Dick was talking about…"

When Cass and Tim arrived a while later, led into the room by Alfred (who looked far too calm considering the given situation…then again, he was Alfred), Bruce glanced up and frowned slightly.

"Who are they?"

"More visitors from the future," Alfred said, seeming completely unruffled by what he'd just said. For a moment Tim stared at him uncomprehendingly, until he noticed the two figures standing next to Bruce.

"Tim!" Dick greeted cheerily. Tim was too focused on Damian to take much notice. Of course the little brat just had to be here.

"Drake," Damian said, glaring. "As if this wasn't bad enough, you had to go and grace us with your unwanted presence — "

Tim rubbed his forehead. "Oh God, it's too late for this." Seriously, why did Damian have to be here? This whole situation was crazy enough; did they really have to go and add the little psychopath into the mix?

"It's daytime outside," Cass pointed out.

"You know what I mean." He spared another glance at Damian, who looked like he was preparing himself for a full blown argument, and then looked away. No way was he dealing with this now. He turned his attention to Bruce, who was watching them with an expression than was equal parts curious and wary. He didn't look too shocked by Alfred's announcement though, so Tim guessed he already knew about the time travel. "I guess Dick's given you the rundown?"

Well, at least it meant he didn't have to deal with Bruce's usual suspicion and paranoia. He didn't know what Dick and Damian had done to convince him, and right now, he didn't really care — he'd figure out the details later. Right now they just needed to map out a plan to get home.

"Yes," Bruce said. There was a brief pause. "I'm glad to see you're wearing clothes."

"Uh — what?"

Dick flushed and shook his head. "Just Bruce, kidding around as usual." Tim stared at him, because when the hell had that ever been normal behaviour for Bruce? "But anyway, we're all here, and now we can start figuring out how the hell we're going to get home."

"I'm a bit confused as to how you ended up here in the first place," Alfred said.

Tim opened his mouth to reply, but the shrill ring of the telephone interrupted whatever answer Tim had been about to give. Alfred made a move towards the phone, but Bruce shook his head.

"You stay," he said. "I'll go."

He turned to leave the room. Tim turned his attention back to Alfred.

"It was a sorceress…she used some sort of spell. We thought it'd be a one-time thing but obviously that didn't happen." He cocked his head to the side, considering the situation. "I assume it has something to do with proximity — Cass and I were together when we travelled, and Dick and Damian were probably close by too." They'd both been upstairs when they'd been sent here, hadn't they? He stiffened sightly as something horrifying occurred to him. "I guess that mean Jason's somewhere around here too."

Because they'd all been struck by the spell, hadn't they? And Tim didn't think he was nearly lucky enough for Jason to be left out of this mess.

Dick paled slightly. "Oh."

"Yeah."

"Great." Damian crossed his arms in front of him, scowling. "Just what we need. More ingrates."

Dick frowned slightly at Damian, and Tim rolled his eyes.

"Apparently I have another son," Bruce said flatly, walking back into the room. "Someone named Jason?" The whole group stared at him, processing his words. Tim's heart sank. Yeah, he definitely wasn't that lucky.

"He was just on the phone," Bruce continued, as the rest of them stared at him, dumbfounded. "He's at Roy Harper's house right now."

"Uh…" Dick coughed. "You're, uh, taking this really well…"

Bruce shrugged slightly. "Anything is a possibility with time travel." His eyes flickered to Damian. "So? I guess it's true then? He's my son?"

"Adopted son," Damian said.

'Oh god, here we go…'

"Father, he is adopted like the rest of them." Damian gestured at the group. "I am your only true son."

Bruce stiffened. "What?" His head snapped towards them, his eyes flickering between Tim and Cass. He didn't seem nearly as unflappable now. "They're my children too?!"

Huh. They'd never really elaborated on who they were, had they?

"Adopted," Damian corrected.

Bruce stared. "What?"

"They are your adopted children. Not your blood children." He lifted his chin defiantly.

"Fine then — adopted children?!"

Cass nodded. "Yes."

Bruce paled and glanced away. Tim noticed that his hands were clenched at his sides. "Are there…anymore?" He sounded almost afraid of the answer.

Dick shook his head. "Nah, not yet." He paused. "Well…I guess there is Steph and Babs, but they're not technically your kids, so…"

"Oh dear," Alfred said.

It took Bruce a moment to recover. "Right then…" he said, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else than there. "I…told Jason I'd go pick him up. I think it's best if you all stay together."

Well he obviously wanted to get the hell out of here if he'd rather be spending time with Jason.

Tim never really got around to learning just how bad things would get when Jason arrived (although he had a pretty good idea…things never ended well when the whole family got together).

About half an hour or so after Bruce had left, there was a familiar flash of green light, and both Damian and Dick disappeared. Before Tim and Cass could even process what had happened, there was another flash of green, and the next thing they knew, they were standing in Damian's room, in the exact spots they'd been in before being dumped in the future.

Damian — possibly the only kid who could manage to scowl like that and still look somewhat adorable (but still mostly terrifying) while petting a dog — stood in front of them, with an excited Titus wagging his tail beside him.

Tim stared. "…What just happened?"

(Dick, on the other hand, wasn't nearly as lucky. When the green light had faded, he'd found himself half submerged in an overflowing bathtub. His furious, "Oh you have GOT to be kidding me!" was well warranted).

AN:

Okay…so guess who's finally updated! Guys I am soooo sorry for the huge delay on this chapter. I just couldn't get it done no matter how hard I tried - I've literally had the plan for this all written up for ver a month now, and I just couldn't bring myself to write anything. But anyway, it's finally done, and I just hope the next few chapters will be easier to write.

Also, the Batfam are back in the present, but there's no way this story is even close to being over…and the insanity has only just begun. They'll be back in time again very, very soon xD (Also, I'll most likely have more of the YJ characters in the next chapter :D).

Once again, sorry for the long wait, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! It's not my favourite chapter in this fic, but I'm just glad to finally have it out, and now I can work on moving this story forward.