The shadow provided by Terry quickly vanished before Bruce leaned forward to consider what he needed. They still needed to approach the issue of the phone calls and he wanted to be the one to intercept the call. Perhaps he would even be able to connect the number with a known line and figure out who was behind this entire scheme.

Bruce gestured for Dick to shut the library door before he continued to explain his plans. The smooth leather of his chair creaked under his weight as he watched the curious expressions flicker across Barbara's face. Steepling his fingers, the dark-haired man spoke. "Let's entertain the notion that Terry is telling what he thinks is the truth and this phone call tells us something important."

"There are people aware of who to contact and have made some dangerous connections to each of us. We revealed ourselves when we brought Terry to the cave and confirmed that what they thought they knew was right. We only exacerbated the situation by keeping him close to the manor and even taking him on patrol." Bruce continued as he moved his eyes to stare at the distant wall. "Terry is genetically related to me though the circumstances of how remain unclear. I believe that Terry has been manipulated into thinking that he's from another universe. He has likely been brainwashed by Tetch or someone else like him. We will, of course, take that into consideration when we begin investigating his situation."

Standing, Bruce walked over to the hidden entrance to the Batcave while Dick explained the situation to Barbara. Using sign language, the eighteen-year-old explained how Terry was closely related by blood to Bruce. He told her about their suspicion of how he'd been found on that rooftop and the car and how the younger teenager claimed to be Batman.

When her mouth rounded in acknowledgment, Barbara waited as Bruce released the locks on the Batcave. Taking her phone from his pocket, Dick handed it over to his boss while the three of them quickly evacuated the premises into the Cave proper.

Looking the device over, Bruce placed it in a slot on the main computer and set an automated scan up. Turning to look at the young Batgirl, he asked. "Can you tell us about your mysterious phone call. Did they give a time when they'd call back?"

"Same time as the original call the following day. The speaker was young, probably about the same age as your mysterious guest. Female too. She sounded deeply concerned about him, though she failed to provide any real information." Barbara reported. "She wasn't on the phone very long though."

"We'll keep the phone here. Dick will give you a spare once we're finished here." Bruce answered, pausing when a red light began to blip on the computer in an alert that an unexpected person had entered the cave. Before he could do much else, Terry's costumed self stepped into the overhead lights of the cave and started to speak.

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Raising his palm, Terry placed his hand on the bed as he braced himself. His plans would have to be reevaluated. He could not, would not abandon the people of this time to Blight's schemes. He had no way to make contact with home until Bruce decided to trust him with the computer, or he was able to reach the other members of the future Justice League. Fingering the mask, Terry pulled the material from his pocket. It didn't have much juice left, he figured. However, he had a spare costume in the car and if he grabbed it he could keep the changes in this time line limited.

He supposed Dick would have to deal with the impunity on his future name until he was able to get back home. Terry had a lot of similar skill sets to Nightwing, so when Dick finally took the name he'd not have to explain it too much.

Still, that something he would discuss with Dick later if he survived the coming fight. The Nightwing costume would have to be his backup plan if the Batsuit failed him in the next few hours. For now, he needed to get Bruce and everyone else away from his line of fire.

Changing his gear, Terry slipped his mask on before shoving everything he could call his own into his backpack. Slipping out of the room as Batman, he moved down the hall until he entered the library where everyone else was absent. Stepping down the stairs leading into the cave, Terry paused as he listened to Bruce order everyone about some kind of business as the man scanned an old style mobile device on the giant computer in the middle of the cave.

Dismissing the device for the moment, Terry stood in front of the other three with nary a word before he settled for a glare. "You're not going after Powers. He's mine, Bruce, as much as you keep the cases involving the Joker to yourself, Powers is my business."

"Terry," Bruce started, clearly unprepared for the teenager to show up clear as day dressed in the uniform that marked him.

"This is Terry?" Barbara gaped, looking from the pure shocking image of someone claiming Batman's identity as his own, aside from herself, that is - then back at Bruce. The two men she was in the company of had stiffened their muscles as they prepared to argue or even fight it out. Before the other two could move, a small pellet dropped from Terry's fingers and gas seeped out into the air.

Coughing, Barbara lifted her fingers to her face as she realized the fake Batman had just gassed them. As she felt her legs go out from under her, she heard Terry say something else to Bruce about how this was for his own good. Dick spat a few curses as her vision fogged and the shadowy form of the other Batman slowly walked away in the direction of the motorcycles. She had no idea how long it would take for him to do what he was aiming for, but she knew anyone able to sneak up on Batman was dangerous. Darkness never quite took over her brain and she actually heard the tick of her watch ticking away the minutes. The sound of her telephone going off was the last thing Barbara heard as she fell unconscious.

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Arriving back at the manor to find the library door opened and three unconscious team members on the ground of the Batcave nearly drove Alfred straight to the emergency medical laboratory nearby. Stilling himself, the butler began his work of undoing whatever it was that had knocked out three of the most prepared people he knew.

He had left Jason in the kitchen with lunch and the tasking putting his things away so hooking an IV line into Bruce he stood back as he assessed what might have happened. The sound of a phone ringing from the computer demanded his attention as he had done what he could for these three at the moment.

Wiping his hands off on a rage, Alfred approached the phone he recognized as Barbara's. Answering the call, he placed the device to his ear.

"Thank goodness I've finally reached you," a young female voice exclaimed. "We don't have much time, Barbara. We need to know if Terry is there."

Alfred twitched at the mention of that name. "He was here, young lady. There is, however, a slight issue that has arisen that I believe should be addressed. You are familiar with young Terry and perhaps you can explain why he would proceed to knock out people who are only trying to help him."

"Oh, dammit McGinnis. Listen, I can guess at who you are but we don't have any more time. Terry only has a small window of opportunity to get home. He needs to be in his car in the next thirty minutes or he'll be stuck in your time for good." Max stated panic in her voice.

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"Oh, dear." the voice on the end of the line answered. The young pink haired woman came to her feet in a slight panic as she felt her heart thunder in her chest. Terry had done something unbelievably stupid and it would endanger the entire plan if they didn't get to him before the timer finished counting down.

"You have to locate him. Tell him he has to be in the car so we can get him home. Thirty minutes is all we got left." She stated. "He's got family waiting for him to come home."

"I shall do my best to inform young Master Terry, however, seeing as he is not currently on the premises I do not know if he will make it to the vehicle," Alfred answered.

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Tucking the phone to his ear, Alfred sank down into the main chair in front of the computer and began typing away at different keys to see if he could obtain a signal for the foolish young man. He didn't know if this was what Bruce had in mind however it was a close solution as he was able to ping the stolen motorcycle sweeping at impossible speeds towards Gotham. Lifting a brow, he glanced towards the ground where Bruce was the first to move.

The large dark-haired man rolled to his stomach, pulling the IV from his arm as he did so with muttered oaths. Looking up through the fringe of his hair Bruce nodded to Alfred as he gestured with his free hand that he had intercepted the phone call. Like the younger man had intended the Butler set about trying to obtain a set of coordinates from the phone. Bruce made his way towards the case that hid away his costumes and gear as he quickly suited himself up. The gear he picked was usually reserved for the more dangerous enemies that might have escaped Arkham.

On the other end of the phone, Max was continuing to push for Alfred to contact Terry. Finally, the Butler replied with an inquiry about Terry's last name and asked more questions about the stories he'd related to himself as Bruce went about his business of tracking down the more present threat he believed Terry to carry to Gotham and himself.

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Terry was halfway out the path when the Butlers car passed with the strange boy in the back seat. He recalled the teenager they'd apprehended a day or so ago. Was he Tim Drake, the Second Robin, who had become an unwilling host to the Joker's plans to destroy Gotham? The teenager watched them pass by as he directed the motorcycle he'd taken down the path directly to Gotham. Ultimately, the boy's identity didn't really phase him. He'd told the butler about Drake too. They'd have to be prepared for his future changes and make the best of the situation.

Blight was active in the city and needed to be stopped before he could set himself back to the task of taking down the bastard. He'd obtained the costume he'd needed from the car, switching his Bat Costume with the emblem of Nightwing. The young hero tightened his fist down on the throttle as he tucked his body close to the machine. He'd have to hurry since he didn't think the knockout gas would stall Bruce for long.

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Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Computer online. Navigation compromised. Running diagnostic scans. Temporal anomaly detected. Zeta three three nine initiated. Thirty minutes until temporal displacement commences.

(Break)

Max closed her eyes as the countdown hit zero and Terry failed to make the deadline. There was a brief surge of static before the window closed and the line went dead.