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Bit of a warning there is a tiny bit of swearing here. This is mostly filler but thanks for reading.


'-now to our next story, do you know where you children are? Because research has shown-'

Bruce switched the tv off. Barry still stared wide eyed at the now black screen. His eyes moved over to Bruce who was also glaring at the blank tv. Barry opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't decide what. It's in these situations that his thankful that he has or had a brain that worked faster then everyone else's because before he decided to in fact not say anything at all, his mouth was still hanging open for way too long to be considered normal. What was he meant to say anyway. Congratulations? I'm sorry? My condolences? Wow...kids huh? Agh that just didn't feel right when talking about the Batman. Did he even like kids? No way in hell were those two planned. Who would even fall for the emotional studded 'I work alone' Batman. Annnd I don't like where this train of thought was going.

Barry quickly closed his mouth and pretended to look interested at the pots and pans hanging up above of him, waiting for whatever was going though Bruce's mind to soak in and for him to start the conversation first. Because if Barry was being honest with himself he really wanted to talk to Bruce about this. Ah he feels like a 15 year old girl longing for some gossip, but he doesn't care this is some juicy stuff. This is the type of stuff you expect when time traveling. It's just he never thought it would be... well, Batman.

But in Bruce's mind, well in his mind the information was clicking in much slowly. 'Wayne'? he thought. Wayne is my name last name. Who else has the the same last name as me living in Gotham. Wayne is not a rare name, even for a first name. But what Wayne family in Gotham had two black hair children that only got kidnapped like not even an hour ago but already was in the headlines. A Wayne family that had to be rich enough to send both kids to that fancy school and for the kidnappers to risk grabbing them in broad daylight. A Wayne family that apparently didn't care where they children have been after they ran away from school, but were later told every thing was fine and they'd be gone for a few days by a complete stranger on the phone or even a crazy man in the Bat costume. Two boys that made Alfred pull that worried face when stareing at the news cast. A rich, important, Wayne family in Gotham that Alfred probably knew and he himself could orchestrate.

...Oh my god

It's his family!

Bruce could feel his hands beginning to shake, quickly grabbing the countertop for something to tether him to his new reality. It all started to make scene now. Why Clark and Diana or should he say Damian and Tim were kidnapped. How Batman just 'handled' the kids parents. Why he found them so fast. Why he even looked for them in the first place! Why the cave just let the others walk straight in without setting off any alarms. Why Bruce had turned off the lights to 'clean up' for gods sake.

Why he got so worried when we went out.

Guilt floored him hard at that, remembering what Bruce had told him. How upset he'd been. His shaking picked up even more.

Then he remembered the smirk on Bat-mites face.

He knew what he was doing! This was just some game for him.

The bench felt like it was going to crack under the pressure of Bruce's grip. Then a thought occurred to him. If bat-mite knew what he was doing and put Diana and Clark in his sons bodies, then who was he? And Barry?

If Clark and Diana were posing as his sons...

His sons

'My sons' he thought. That is something he never thought he'd say. His always been so careful and now to say that their were people out there he called his sons, just sounded strange on his toing. Or mind in this case.

But if Bat-mite purposely put them into his... children's bodies, where was he? He and Barry can not be the only random ones.

Bruce slowly turned to look at Barry.

Barry snaps his head back to look at Bruce again a giddy smile threatening to break free, making him look like he had a quivering grin. Bruce continued to stare at him with the most emotion Barry has ever seen on his face before (even though it wasn't his face) but the look in his eyes seemed more horrified then anything.

Barry wanted to laugh.

But Bruce's mind kept ticking. He moved his gaze away from Barry and lifted his own shaking hands in front of his face. Focusing more on the calluses and little scars littering them.

No way

...more?

Barry couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Well, this is a change in events huh?" he said practically shaking in his seat.

"...Yes Barry. That it is" Bruce replied a bit spacey. He looked over at Barry again and decided to pull himself together. Standing up straight and stepping away from the tabletop. Two of his children of the future have now been kidnapped under his watch. He didn't think older him would be pleased.

Bruce and Barry walked out of the kitchen and followed the sound of Alfred's voice to a room where he was on the phone presumedly with Bruce. Alfred gave a sight nod in acknowledgement as he went though what details he had about the situation, Barry adding in what led to prier to the kidnapping and what other information he cold offer here and there.

No would notice as Bruce slipped out. But Alfred caught him as he disappeared from the doorway, pretending not to notice. A knowing look in his eyes as he refocused on the matter at hand.

Bruce entered a room he knows well. His father's study. Well, by the looks of things it's his study now. Back in his time he'd never really felt comfortable changing it and his older self hadn't really changed much but it was still noticeable to someone who spends a lot of time in there. He walks around the familiar desk, now noticing the three frames littering the front of it. One was a picture he knew well, of his parents and him a couple months before they passed. The other one was of Alfred sitting down at the dining table with a cake placed in front of him, Bruce stood to one side of him, hand resting on the chairs back. There were a couple of faces he recognised like Clark and Diana or more accurately Tim and Damian. And there was a few he didn't at all, like the blond haired girl who sat next to another dark haired, Asian girl. There was a couple of other people he didn't recognise including a young lady with red hair in a wheelchair to Alfred's direct left who oddly enough pulled strings in Bruce's memory like had in fact seen them in a different photo once. There was also Barry's host body there giving a cheeky grin into the camera. It seemed he was the only one who acknowledged the cameras presents as everyone else were to busy looking in Alfred's direction. And there finally in the corner of the screen was his own temporary face. He was the one taking the picture, his face slightly cut out because of the angle his holding the camera at, but the smile is clear as day in his eyes.

The last frame has five different small photos in it most of them school pictures. He recognised the school picture of Damian from the news, there was also one of Tim but younger probably 11 or 12. There were two more small boys all neatly draped in the fancy school uniform beaming at the camera. He could tell that it was him and Barry's host bodies even though their current self's were much older. The only photo that wasn't a school picture or was taken when the person was around 10-12 was the fifth one which was of the black haired girl from the other photo, with her head resting on her knee and smiling slightly at the camera, she seemed around 17 in this photo.

There was a new wooden cabinet sitting to one side of the door and on it sat even more photos. Bruce took his time to scan though them all. So, he guesses this just confirms what he thought about his and Barry's host too. They are also related to him.

Fucking Bat-mite

Barry and Alfred appear in the doorway. Alfred looked soundly at Bruce as he held up a new photo. Barry steps in up behind to look at what Bruce was looking at. Recognising the faces in some of the photos Barry scrunches his face up in a twisted smile.

"I knew it! Look, I'll admit that I had no idea at the start, but once Diana and Clark were exposed as your kids, I knew there was a connection between us. But jeez Bruce four?-" Maybe more Bruce thinks "this is why Bat-mite was having such fun"

Bruce looks deep in thought before he looks towards his oldest friend.

"Alfred... Is this true?" Alfred the normally stoic, loyal butler can't help but feel sorry for the man when he hares the desperate note in his voice

"Who's to say, young master" Bruce knew in Alfred speak that was practically a yes.

Damn

"You know I thought this was pretty creepy to begin with, but is it weird that now knowing this is your sons body makes it like 1000 times more gross." Barry finished with a nervous chuckle clearly not liking the serious aura. Then a another thought occurred to him.

"Oh my god! Bruce! That was you on the phone! Remember the other day"

"Oh I guess your right... how did I not figure that out" Bruce said the last bit more to himself, biting his nail. Something he hasn't done since he was a boy and inwardly cringing when he recalled the 'worried father' that called Barry when they first got here.

Why was he living in such an apartment anyway. No way was it Alfred approve.


Diana was getting a little more pissed off with this guy. She could feel her cheek starting to bruise from a mean slap that one of the goons gave her to stop her from talking. Clark was still glaring at her, telling her though his eyes to shut up or she's gonna get hurt again. But Diana was also getting bored with waiting for the others to come get them.

But, both her and Clark were filing away little bits of information.

This had to be a personal attack. Well, maybe not personal but by judging what he said earlier they were from some rich families that were high profile enough that people knew who there were. Just like Bruce feared.

They should really listen to his concerns more.

The 'main' man walked back into the room

"Alrighty, calls been made and dad should be paying up soon and you kiddos will be out of here in no time" He said as he looked over to the two chained up. "And no more of that talkback Damian, I swear I'd think you'd know the drill by now" he added with a smirk.

...kidnapped a lot then?

The others better hurry up and get them out of here because Clarks hands were starting to chafe together from him trying to get more comfortable. Superman was invincible but being someone who has had the pleasure of never experiencing that before it really bothered him. Maybe if he uses a bit of charm and display how 'weak' he was the man would show mercy and loosen them a bit.

He looked up to the man with the biggest puppy dog eyes he could muster and tried to find some of that farm boy charm he's told his got way to much of. Even a criminal would feel bad for a poor, hurt kid.

"Excuse me, Sorry but my hands are really sore would you be able to loosen the tape just a tad"

"Shut up! I ain't loosen the fucking ties-" he bellowed, walking over and crouching down to Tim's height " Just. Just shut up and be quite. If your dad knows what's good for ya you wont be here too long 'kay"

'Right' Clark pouted in his mind 'I'm in Gotham'

Diana was glaring at him form her side and the man noticed.

"Oh what your worried about you're brother, now" he stated annoyed and slung back up and walked away from the pair.

...Wait

"Brother!" they both shirked at the same time, before a distant 'Shut up' answered them.

That makes so much more sense if it was true. The way they kept referring to one singular Dad. Oh the poor family. To have two sons taken away and held for ransom.

They just wanted Batman to hurry up. They'd been in this stinky building for hours now, no way Bruce normally took this long dealing with a low level thugs who kidnapped two kids on a bloody whim.

Just then the sounds for sirens in the distance drew they attention.


Hey again!

Thanks so much for reading. Just so you know I might be pretty busy for a while so I might take longer to update then I've already have. I might be fine, but just letting you know just in case it does happen.