The four of them donned in emergency domino masks try to copy their resident Batman as they make their way across the darken rooftops of Gotham. They believe to be closing in on Batman's location to provide the grumpy man with back up.

Along the way they are able to stop a few muggings and with only a few pointers from Bruce on how to optimise impact and lessen injury to themselves in the process. Either way their confidence in combat with these bodies were increasing. Bruce though was becoming more and more suspicious. None of the league including himself seemed to tire, which was weird considering the amount to running, jumping and fighting they were doing. Bruce subjected himself to years of intense training to build up resilience and strength but these people seemed to cope just as well. Even the 10-year-old.

The others have not seemed to notice and dwelling on it for the time being will not do any good at the moment so he continued on with tracking his older self. Trying to somehow help him even though he didn't want them there. Let's just hope they would help and not cause him any problems with his investigation. Bruce knew how he would prefer the others out of his city and crime problem, but well, his here now.

Bruce turned around now looking at the rest of this 'team'. They were trying to pat a street cat as it hissed at them, trying to retreat back into its cardboard box home. It swiped at Clark's hand leaving four little scratch marks that started to bleed.

"Ouch!" Clark yelped, surprised at the little sting of pain that presented at the top of his hand. This might have been the first time he's been hurt by an animal like a cat and not having to fake his response. He stared at the blood now starting to pool at the base of the cut in fascination.

Bruce watching him do this inwardly sighed. At least now he was aware that he could get hurt. Bruce moved onward, prompting the others to follow.

They later found Batman already in a full blow battle in an old factory. He seemed to be in the process of fighting off about 15 goons and been fairing as well as expected of a Batman. Not even breaking a sweat. That is until two hitman came. Looking to be hired contract killers. They are more heavily aimed with strange looking weapons that were giving off some type of radiation or energy. Bruce couldn't be certain without a scan. Batman wasn't necessarily struggling, but his opponents were putting up a fight. While Batman was dealing with the two actually well trained individuals, more goons were coming up from behind crowding around him.

"C'mon guys let's go lend a hand" Clark said tying to unlatch the window that lets them see into the factory.

Bruce stares at them with what utter disbelief (not that they could see that). It was like they were mission driven for once in their lives. Not really thinking about what they were doing, or at least in much depth as Bruce would. All they could think about was helping, not really caring what would happen to them.

He watches as Diana starts to climb into the building. His eyes move over to where Barry is silently bouncing up and down on the spot. Barry was muttering to himself. Telling himself he could do it and fighting hand to hand combat without his speed would just be like fighting another speedster. Even though his only done that once at this point. But what was all that extra training for if not for this?!

'At least Barry remembered he didn't have powers anymore' Bruce thought with an eye roll.

As Bruce followed the rest inside the building and jumped straight into battle, he looked at his counterparts face. It was completely blank, but Bruce new better. The look on his face was utter distress. That was weird. He almost looked scared. Batman is never scared.

But Batman was. Was the past versions for his team really that stupid (probably still are). honestly Batman didn't really care if the goons got a few kicks in on his teammates, lord knows they could use a reality check in their age. But when he noticed them coming to aid him, worry, concern, anger and even fear managed to creep its way into his soul. Untrained in their new environments could be disastrous. And those new environments were his children!

Batman fought harder, trying to lessen the blows of their opponents can get in. Fighting side by side used to come so natural for Batman be it the boys or the Justice league. But this justice league was inexperienced and overestimated their ability to adapt to these new circumstances. His instincts kept wanting to fight how he normally does when fighting with either Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin or Robin, and his mind was constantly aware of this so he wouldn't. It seemed so easy to fall into that routine. Batman thought he could at least rely on himself to be useful, but he was sadly mistaken. Bruce seemed to be doing a great job, but for a Batman that's trained multiple people he could see that his old self was a mess. Trying to be everywhere at once, clearly not use to the team dynamic. Not used to having someone there at all. Handling it all himself.

This intervention was not helping at all. They should be optimising each other's skills and bounce off each other. Even with their 'special skills' gone, they should be able to recognise what their new weaknesses is and cover each other. The only problem. They weren't.

Batman gritted his teeth, trying to keep an eye on everyone. He did that anyway; his parenting may be considered a little bit on the helicoptery side. But this time it was working overtime.

That's when Batman noticed the glint of a gun. A sniper on the overhead railings. 'Oh shit'. Batman noticed where they were aiming. At Diana. No, at Damien! Presuming to be picking off the weakest first. The littlest. Diana could take a bullet; she could handle herself. But this was his youngest son's body she was using and if something happens to her then something happens to him, right? Panic and fear rippled up his spine and he dove into action. Not even registering what he was doing. He pushed Diana behind him taking the shot.

As soon as it pieced though Batman's armour he realised it wasn't a regular weapon. The same type that these goons were using earlier. The bullet itself only pieced a few inches into Bruce's skin around his shoulder. But that was enough. A stinging sensation spread out from the impact point as blood started to seep though. The stinging transformed into a fast burning, spreading from his shoulder, around his chest and down his back. He let out a grunt and then gritted his teeth together, collapsing on his knees and clutching his shoulder, the main source of his pain before passing out.

Diana stood, frozen in shock, starring at the man who protected her.

"Diana!" Clark shouted

Her head whipped around just in time to see one of the goons swing at her with an enhanced looking bat. She ducked, putting weight on her hands before swiping her legs out in an attempt to knock the guy off his feet. But her feet never made contact. She was too short! Her legs never made contact 'Oh Hera'. She didn't incorporate her new body into her fighting style. The momentum of the kick sends her spinning a bit, but she got right back up and fought on.

Barry's the one who rush to check on Batman and how he's hurt, but before that Bruce ducks down to rummage though his older self's utility belt like some kind of vulture. He prioritised the snipers by grabbing a couple of Batarangs and throwing them at the insulants on the overheads. Before grabbing a few more items. Some of them looked unfamiliar and even recognising the basic tools was hard. Some of the compartments he couldn't even open. He decided to only grab what he was a hundred percent sure of what it was, rather than getting hurt trying to operate something new. He pocketed as many Batanangs as possible a couple of explosive disks, a grappling hook and a collapsible Bo staff. Then, quickly giving Barry the side glance hopped back up to aid Clark and Diana to finish off the last of the villains (or what he assumed were villains since they were fighting Batman).

Barry couldn't help the shocked and disgusted look he gave Bruce as he watched him get back up and joined the fight. 'He just robbed a man down' he thought 'It's like grave robbing, but you know his not dead... yet'. Not really knowing what to do expect check his vitals and putting pressure on the wound.

"Come on Batman" Barry insisted "Guys we need to get him out of here" he said looking up at them.

Bruce walked over to where they were, pressing a button on Batman's belt that calls the car over to them as Clark knocks out the last goon.

"You guys take him; I'll look into what was going on here"

Jeez this guy didn't even care about himself.

Clark moved to pick up the downed Batman and then finding out that he was struggling. Barry had to fight the chuckle in his throat as Superman could now no longer lift one human being. He moved to lift the unconscious man to rest on his shoulder and Clark following his lead took the other arm. Diana lead them out and towards where the Batmobile rolled to a stop. The walk towards the car was silent, Diana's soul filling with guilt. If she hadn't been there or paid more attention this wouldn't have happened. Bruce keeps telling her to focus on what's around her. She's the worrier, but no, she apparently needed to be saved. Maybe she was getting too use to her powers. While her guilt grows so did her anger, but that was mostly directed at herself. Both Barry and Clark felt awful. They didn't really know what to do in this situation, they failed to protect their friend and he got hurt. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to follow him.

Diana opened the door for them and they laid Batman down in the back. Barry, forever trying to lighten the mood started

"Hey guys" his solemn friends faced him

"at least this car has a back seat"

Hey, sorry this ones so short, kinda just wanted it to stop there

thanks to every one who reads!