Wanted to do this for a while. I am a total geek. I own nothing.

Dick-16 Jason-12 Cass-11 Tim-8 Damian-2

Empty Children?

"Are you my mummy?"

Selina froze just as she was about to drink her coffee, turning slowly to the side at the voice. She didn't know what creeped her out more: the question or the voice saying it. When she fully turned, the face saying it made it worse.

Tim was wearing a gasmask just a foot away from her, looking at her almost innocently. He was wearing a freakin' gasmask! In the kitchen!

"What?"

"Are you my mummy?" The second time he asked didn't make her feel any better. What was going on? Was that an accent?

"Uuummm... no..."

"I want my mummy." There was a small pout in the boy's voice. He even stomped his foot like a brat. That was not very Tim like.

"That's too bad kitten," she retorted, trying to ignore it now and hide how freaked she was.

"Where's my mummy?" Disappointment entered the muffled, accented voice, worrying her more.

"Mummy! Mummy!" Another muffled voice came from the kitchen entrance, jerking her attention to the door. Judging by the kid's size, the one coming in was Dick. He turned to her slowly as he came in and cocked his head to the side just like Tim did earlier. "Are you my mummy?"

"Of course not!" What the hell was going on?! Damian followed in after his brother, toddling along with a gasmask much too large for him. "What on earth are you doing?!"

"Are you my mummy?" That was Jason's voice, somehow managing to get in on her other side. He too wore a gasmask and used an accent. Now that she looked at all of them a little closer, they all had a weird mark on their hands. They were coming closer to her and she could swear they were trying to touch her.

"Muuummmyyyy... Muuuummmyyyy..."

Oh cripes... Was Cass now one of them? Things were just too creepy! "I'M NOT YOUR MOMMY!"

"Are you my mummy?"

"BRUCE!"

"What's going on?" The man finally appeared from the doorway, a report in his hand that he was working on first thing. He took one look around the room, a baffled look on his face for a moment before Selina screamed to high heaven.

"DO SOMETHING! THEY'RE POSESSED!"

Bruce looked at her for a moment before suppressing a smile and glaring at the kids. "Go to your room."

All at once the children stopped and turned to him. The woman gaped at the man and the kids, wondering what was going on. He said it so calmly... but in a British accent. What?

"Go to your room." Their father gave them a shrewd look before saying more. "I warn you. I am very, very cross. Go. To. Your. ROOM!" He pointed down the hallway behind him, being firm and impressive as he towered over everybody. There was no way that was going to...

All at once, the older four's heads drooped in disappointment and they started drifting past him out the door. Damian was the only one who seemed confused as he was prodded back the way they came in. Their father stayed where he was, an immovable statue, until they were all out of the shocked woman's sight. He looked back to where they exited before saying another word more, still in an accent.

"I'm so glad that worked. Those would have been terrible last words."

As soon as he finished saying those lines, Selina heard the kids burst out laughing like maniacs. Bruce cracked a grin watching them, shaking his head. "Okay! You've had your fun. Now get ready for school! Car's leaving in twenty. Damian, over here."

"What was that?!" His girlfriend nearly marched over to the man crouching down and picking up his youngest just out of sight. He gently took off the gasmask just as she made it to him. "What the hel-eck just happened? What was with that... that prank!" Until that time, the kids never swarmed on her for a joke. And that was super creepy!

Bruce just shrugged, smirking an apology to her. "They were imitating a scene from one of our favorite shows. You play it out, it ends."

"What show has gasmask kid zombies?" This was not something she wanted to see. A group of really nasty investors wore gasmasks to hide their identities at an auction she raided not too long ago, and some days she could swear they were after her.

"Doctor Who, Ninth Doctor." He tried to silently apologize once again. "It's actually quite enjoyable but tends to be a bit eerie from time to time. The writers are very good."

"And you let your kids watch this?" She looked at young Damian and how confused he was about everything, scowling a bit. The others clearly put him up to it.

"Better than Barney. You should watch it some time. It's rather good. I have a feeling you'd really enjoy Captain Jack Harkness."

"And they have gasmask zombies."

"Yes they do."

"Are you my mummy?" Damian asked innocently, probably not knowing what the phrase meant. Selina and Bruce exchanged looks of concern before she answered.

"No honey, I'm not." The toddler pouted in some confusion but didn't voice it. Thank heavens. This was becoming a headache. A thought came to her after a moment, calling a glare towards her current lover. "Why do you have gasmasks anyway?"

"Um..."

A/N: explaining gasmask zombies to non-whovians is a bad idea. Watch the Empty Child and the Doctor Dances for information. Much more fun. With Alfred being British and scifi shows already being watched in the house, of course they'd be Whovians! Dunno if Selina would be but captain jack would be her fave character next to River Song and Donna Noble. Just thinking that's all.

Who came up with this plot? No idea. Just having fun! Everyone watch the Doctor on BBC on the 23rd for the Day of the Doctor! 50 years! W00T! ^^V