OK, here's the third chapter! Sorry I couldn't reply on all the reviews, but please know that I appreciate them very much! On with the story! Oh and to those of you wondering about Oracle and Steph, they're appearing in this chappie. I apolegise for the OCC-ness. Okay NOW on to the story!
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"Talk." Bruce said, glaring at both of them. Jason rolled his eyes—not like they could see them anyway.
Bruce and Robin—He STILL didn't know if it was Tim or Dick—had whisked them away after their 'entrance', and Bruce had given the Team a glare that clearly said, 'You talk about this and you'll never see light again'. Now, Dick and Jason were in the interrogation room together, with Bruce interrogating them. They were cuffed together, which was a smart move, Jason decided, but had made him extremely uncomfortable now that he couldn't risk slipping out of his handcuffs without having TWO Batmans and a group of super powered teens on his tail.
"Talk about what?" Jason asked yawning. That trip was really tiring him out.
"Who are you?" Bruce asked, glaring hard at them, "And what are you doing here?"
Dick was the first to speak. "I'm Batman, from another dimension." He stopped hastily and looked like he wanted to add something, but decided against it. Jason knew it had to be about Bruce. He wanted to add the fact that he wasn't the original, but Jason found that obvious enough. That cheesy sentimental push-over was never gonna be Bruce.
Bruce nodded, and took note of his hastiness. Jason figured it was his turn now.
"You can call me Red Hood."
Bruce frowned even deeper, if that was possible. "The Red Hood here is a known criminal." He stated.
Jason shrugged. "I consider myself more of an anti-hero. I do justice, but I work for myself more than anybody."
Bruce filed this fact in his mental cabinet. He was going to have to be cautious around this guy.
"Where do you come from?"
"We come from another dimension, but we don't know for sure which dimension, exactly." Dick replied.
"Why are you so sure about that fact?"
"Because where we come from, that archer girl was never part of the Team, she was a villainess known as Tigress."
"How do you know that?"
"I take it to myself to know about every villain that every raided in Gotham. Her structure, physical appearance and characteristics all fit, not a hundred percent, but a close ninety-five percent."
Bruce nodded. "Now that we've covered the basics, let's get down to business."
Jason sighed loudly. "Oh joy."
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Meanwhile, outside the interrogation room, Robin was bored out of his mind, so he decided to mess with the 'visitor's' stuff a bit.
He lifted 'Batman's' utility belt for a closer look. Yep, too good to be a fake, he decided. But just as he was about to check the equipment inside, there was a familiar beeping sound. He wanted so bad to answer the communicator and give that person a freak, but since he changed all the passwords for Batman's files to 'Kitty-Love', and he had to unlock it in front of the league to get the files of Joker, he desperately needed to get on Batman's good side, so…
"Um, Batman?" both males turned towards Robin as he stuck his head inside the interrogation room. "There's a communicator beeping." He said. Now this alone would've confused a lot of people, but 'Batman' understood and sprung towards it, but not before making sure Bruce held Jason away from his direction, even though the hand-cuffs tugged painfully at his wrist. Oh well.
When he saw the caller his brows knitted in confusion.
"Red Robin, what's wrong?"
The person on the other end, Red Robin sighed in relief. "Batman. Thank God this still works."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I'm stuck here in Gotham, with Robin and Black Bat, and not to mention the fact that THIS FREAKING ISN'T OUR DIMENSION!"
Batman frowned. "So you're stuck here too? Oh this is just great."
"Wait, you mean—"
"Yes."
Suddenly there was a crash from the other end. Dick saw an ally, a narrow one, with a telephone booth at the end. Cass was studying something printed on the telephone booth curiously, and Damian was yelling something at Tim.
Suddenly, there was a 'whoosh', and Tim disappeared from the screen, looking pissed off.
"Watch it with the blade Da-Robin!" he yelled, glaring at Damian.
"Well it's your fault you aren't fast enough." Damian retorted.
"Wasn't fast enough? WASN'T FAST ENOUGH? If I wasn't fast enough you would've chopped off my head!"
"And what a shame that would be." Damian said sarcastically.
"Robin." Batman said, threateningly, "What did I say about killing your brothers?"
"But—"
"Apologise." Damian sagged, and pouted at him. "Fine."
Dick watched as he approached Tim. "I am terribly sorry that I didn't cut off your head."
"Robin."
"I'm sorry." He mumbled quietly. Tim smirked. "Aww, now that's a good Robin." He remarked, and patted his head, finding it funny when Damian tried to bite off his fingers.
Then suddenly, something dawned on Dick.
"Wait a minute, what did are you doing bringing throwing daggers on patrol?"
Damian crossed his arms, glaring away defiantly. "I do not know what you are talking about. You only forbid using daggers. Not THROWING daggers."
Tim shook his head in the background. "You're impossible."
Jason, who had been unusually quiet the whole time, snorted at the comment.
"You know, I think I like the Little Demon more than I thought."
There was a pause on the other side.
"Was that Red Hood?" Tim asked, his tone dark. "The one and only." Jason said, and by his tone anyone could tell he was smirking.
"Dick what are you doing with him?" He asked, not caring that he just used his real name. Dick and Bruce's eyebrows both shot up. "Who else is in the room with you? Where are you?" Tim continued.
"Tim—" but before he could continue, there was an alarm and the mechanic female voice announced, "Intruder alert, Intruder alert."
Batman and Robin rushed off, and Dick and Jason followed suit, albeit slightly awkwardly.
Outside, in Tim, Cass and Damian found themselves in the same awkward situation that Jason and Dick found themselves in just a while ago. Turns out that the JL symbol on the telephone booth wasn't a fake after all. While they recongised most of the heroes there, there was some that they didn't know, like the girl in green with the bow and arrow, and another one in a magician's outfit that looked suspiciously like Zatanna, but she was a teen, around fourteen and fifteen.
Same way around, the Team felt confused too. I mean, five unexpected 'guests' on the same day. It didn't help at all that most of them were either Bat-themed, Bird-themed or had a thing for red.
"Team, back down."
Just like 'Batman' and 'Red Hood', the three froze at the sound of Bruce's voice too. Robin observed. He wondered what had happened to their Bruce that had to lead to this kind of reaction from them. But then again, since he was in the Bat-suit, it couldn't have been good. Robin thought to himself, glumly.
And just when Dick(Robin) thought things couldn't get any weirder, suddenly, the voice announced, "BTF Oracle, BTF Batgirl" and two other figures stepped out. Well one wheeled out, actually. She was in a wheelchair.
"Oh Boy," Jason remarked, "This is gonna get fun."
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