A/N: This was supposed to be a fluffy chapter. What the fuck happened?

Also here are everyone's ages so things don't get messed up when I say 'older' and 'younger'. I'm not sure what the ages are for canon so I'm kinda guessing here.

Reverse Batfamily:

Damian: 24

Stephanie: 18

Cass: 16

Tim: 15

Jason: 11

Dick: 8

Canon Batfamily:

Dick: 27

Jason: 24

Tim: 21

Cass: 20

Stephanie: 19

Damian: 11

I know that the ages are different regarding Stephanie. It wasn't until after that I realized that she might be older than Tim in the canon, and I don't want her canon self to be 17 to make the age differences match because that is not accurate. Cass might be older too, but for this fic she isn't.


Dick shot up in bed with a gasp. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he whipped his head around the room, trying to find Zucco. In his nightmare, the man had been about to kill him, throwing him off the platform to fall to his death, just like his family. Dick had woken up before he had hit the ground. Judging by the fact that no one was barging into his room, Dick surmised that he hadn't been screaming. He didn't know if that was a good thing or bad thing.

He whimpered, shrinking at the growing shadows in his room. He usually used a nightlight at home, but there didn't seem to be one in here. It had been fine when he had fallen asleep while Damian told him a story, but now the darkness was smothering him. He could feel tears pooling in his eyes, and he hated himself for it. If there was anything in the shadows, it was Batman, and Batman would always protect him. Except Batman wasn't here now, and everyone who was here was currently sleeping, leaving Dick alone to his imagination.

Dick gathered his blanket around him and lightly hopped out of bed, his bare feet barely making a sound as they hit the floor. He dashed to the door, afraid of the potential monsters under his bed grabbing him, and yanked it open. He shut it gently behind him and turned, almost shrieking as he noticed another figure in the dark. The figure covered his mouth.

"Shhh! It's just me!" Dick recognized Jason's whispering voice. "You couldn't sleep either?"

Dick shook his head. Jason removed his hand from Dick's mouth and took his hand. "Come on. I was going to Damian's room."

The two boys tiptoed their way past identical doors, hoping they'd get their brother's room right. The first room they chose was definitely the wrong room. It was decorated, for one, and there were books and papers littered everywhere. Jason and Dick looked at each other. This had to be Other Tim's room. Their Tim's room was exactly the same. They shut the door quietly and made their way to the next room. This one was also decorated, and Dick immediately recognized it as his other self's room—the Flying Graysons poster gave it away. Dick bit his lip, but stepped further into the room.

"Dick!" Jason hissed, but Dick simply waved an arm at him. He was curious to see how an older him would keep his room. Jason hesitated before entering the room. He wasn't going to leave his brother alone with a stranger, even if that stranger was Dick's alternate self.

Dick noticed framed photos by the bed and quietly scampered over to them. He glanced over at the sleeping lump in the bed before picking up one of the photos. He recognized himself, even though he looked like a teenager, but he didn't recognize anyone else. There seemed to be two redheaded boys, and two ebony-haired teens, one a girl and the other a boy. He wondered if he could get their names out of his older self. They seemed to be friends in the photo, and he hoped that he'd become friends with them in his own universe.

"Couldn't sleep?" Dick nearly dropped the photo as a voice suddenly rumbled in the darkness. Jason let out a squeak, quickly grabbing Dick's hand and shoving him behind his back.

"What's it to ya?" Jason raised his chin at older Dick, who was slowly sitting up in bed. He smiled sleepily at the boys.

"Well, you are in my room." Other Dick cracked a grin, which quickly melted into a knowing smile. "I had nightmares a lot as a kid—used to sleep in Bruce's bed a lot. Must be tough not having him here, huh?"

"We were looking for Dami." Dick's voice was soft as he spoke. He stared at his other self. "We don't know what room he's in."

"Oh." Other Dick nodded. "You're headed in the wrong direction. Your Damian is at the other end of the hallway."

Jason nodded and started dragging Dick towards the door. "Cool. Thanks for the directions. We'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight." Other Dick winked at the younger, causing him to giggle. Jason shut the door behind them and pulled Dick along to the other end of the hallway.

"We shouldn'ta done that, Dick." Jason was frowning, which caused Dick to frown.

"I was just curious…" Dick mumbled. His older self hadn't seemed to mind.

"Still, we shoulda just kept looking for Damian." Seeing alternate versions of themselves set Jason on edge, mostly because his alternate self scared him. He had a predatory aura about him, especially when his focus was on Dick, and that scared him even more.

"Looking for someone?" For the second time that night, Dick jumped and Jason let out a squeak. They whirled around to find the alternate Jason smirking at them as he leaned against the doorway to his room. "You sure are making an awful lot of noise."

"I thought we were being pretty quiet." Dick pouted.

"Dickie, be quiet." Jason murmured. Other Jason barked out a laugh.

"Yeah, Dickie. Be quiet." Dick's Jason glared.

"What's your problem?" He didn't care if he woke anyone up anymore. His other self was being a big jerk, and he couldn't understand why. "You're—You're mean and rude, and I would never act like that to my brothers and sisters." Jason could hear doors opening, but he ignored them. "Maybe I was like that when Bruce first took me in, but everyone was really patient with me, and now I'm a big brother and I think it's awesome, but obviously you don't! Why?" Jason didn't realize he was trembling until he felt Dick's hand on his shoulder.

The alternate Jason felt rage boiling within him each second that passed with his younger self talking. The kid didn't understand what he had been through, and it sounded like he had it a lot better than the older Jason had had. He was almost—dare he say it?—jealous. He sneered at the kid.

"You wanna know why, kid?"

"Jason." Bruce warned.

"Shut it, Bruce!" Jason snapped. He leaned in close to the younger Jason. "It's because I fucking died, kid. Went off to find my real mom, and you know what? She sold me out to the Joker. He beat me with a crowbar and then blew up the warehouse I was in. B didn't save me in time and, if it ever happens to you, he won't save you either. Bastard didn't even try to avenge me."

Jason furrowed his eyebrows. "But...if you died, how are you here now?"

Older Jason straightened and projected an air of nonchalance. "Ra's al Ghul decided to dip me in the Lazarus Pits. Fucked a bit with my head. And now I'm here." He shrugged and turned back to go into his room. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to sleep. Good fucking night, everybody."

The door was slammed shut, leaving the hallway in silence. Everyone seemed to be staring at Jason, waiting for him to react. He felt arms wrap around him from behind.

"Jay?" Dick whimpered, his voice wobbling. "Are you okay?"

Jason looked at Dick and then at everyone else. Their stares were starting to overwhelm him, so he did something he hadn't done in a long time.

He ran.

He untangled Dick's arms from around him and bolted, ignoring Dick's cry of "Jason!". He ran and ran, until his emotions took over and he collapsed to his knees. He didn't know where he was, some part of the Manor he had either never explored or was just different to the Manor he knew. Jason curled up, wrapping his arms around his legs. He began to cry.

Meanwhile, Dick was squirming in Tim's arms, pounding his fists into Tim's chest. "Let go of me, Timmy! I have to help Jay!"

Tim struggled to hold onto his little brother. His face was a light pink, both from exertion and embarrassment at the audience they had. "Dick! Stephanie and Damian have gone after him. They're gonna make sure he's okay."

"No!" Dick shrieked, arching his back. Tim nearly dropped him. "I want Jason! Let me see Jason!"

"Dick." Tim tried to use his firm voice. "You're making a scene and embarrassing the both of us. Stop this. Now."

Dick whined, bursting into tears. He finally stilled and wrapped his arms around Tim's neck, sobbing quietly into Tim's chest. Tim sighed in relief and looked at their audience sheepishly.

"Um, sorry about that. He doesn't usually act like that." Tim rubbed the boy's back, trying to soothe him.

"It's fine." The other Dick Grayson was staring at his younger self with surprise and...was that embarrassment? "These aren't exactly normal circumstances."

Tim sighed and looked down at Dick. "Are you going to be able to go back to sleep?" Dick shook his head quickly.

"Movie?" Cass asked. Dick nodded shyly. Cass looked at Bruce. "You have movies?"

"We do." Bruce didn't take his eyes off the younger version of his son in the arms of a younger version of one of his other sons. He wondered what the other Bruce had done to get them to all be as close together as they were and wondered where he had failed. "I would assume they're in the same place you keep them in your home."

"Thank you." Cass stated. "Join us?" She looked around at the others.

"I'd love to join you guys." The older Dick smiled. "I'm sure everyone else would, right?"

The older Stephanie nodded along with the older Cass. The other Tim was hesitant but sighed and agreed at the pleading looks from his Stephanie and Dick. The older Dick had decided that the younger Damian and Bruce would join them, much to that Damian's protest. However, Damian did walk with them to the living room. It seemed that no matter the universe, Dick had Damian wrapped around his finger.


Jason heard footsteps approaching him but didn't raise his head from his knees. "Go away." He mumbled.

"Oh, sweetie…" He felt Stephanie sit down beside him and pull him into a hug. He leaned into her, drawing comfort from the feeling of someone holding him.

"Jason." Damian sat down on his other side, crossing his legs Indian style. Jason sniffled and looked at Damian from Stephanie's arms.

"Is what he said true? Would Bruce really not save me?"

Damian growled. As soon as he saw the man again, he'd punch the fucker out for upsetting his little brother. "He doesn't know our father like we do. Father is much different from this universe's Bruce Wayne. He'd never abandon you, just like he wouldn't abandon the rest of us."

"Yeah?" Jason asked, looking up at Damian hopefully.

"Of course!" Stephanie beamed at him. "Besides, this universe is pretty different compared to ours. You're different, Bruce is different, Dickie's an adult..." She cracked a grin as Jason giggled. She stood, pulling Jason up with her. "Now, come on. I bet the family isn't going back to sleep after what happened. I bet they're all downstairs, watching a movie or playing a game. How about we go join them?"

"What if they are sleeping?"

"Then you can sleep with one of us." Stephanie picked him up. He enjoyed it too much to tell her that he was too old to be held. He needed the closeness, the feeling that there were people who loved him and would be there for him. He sighed and rested his head on her shoulder.

"Okay." Stephanie smiled at Damian, glad that their little brother was feeling better already.

"Great! Let's go!" Stephanie jogged off followed by Damian, who yelled for her to be careful with Jason.

Jason smiled as he listened to the two argue. His family wasn't perfect, but if he ever got into a situation like the one the other Jason had been in, he knew they'd be there for him. They loved him.


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