Notes: So, this is going to be sort of like a 'meet the family' thing. Members of the Bat Family are going to crash Ibn's Tuesday. This chapter; Ibn's father walks in.

Part 2 – Bruce

Tim decided to guess at who this man was.

"Does Bruce hook up with Selina and have a child?" he asked. He had noticed the cat crawling around and Ibn had already mentioned he was a vegetarian when he offered them some bacon.

"Huh?" Ibn questioned.

Bruce's and Jason's eyes were on Tim, expectant. Dick was chatting away at Tal'i as she chattered back.

"Trying to figure out where you came from."

"I'm not Selina's kid," Ibn stated with a sigh.

"Then give us a hint then or we'll starting thinking you're the demon brat," Jason snorted. His tone made it obvious that he thought he was making a joke.

"I'll kill you, Todd!" Damian snapped in response.

"I suppose that is ridiculous. Who would agree to marry you?" Tim snapped at Damian.

Jason was laughing now.

"And married with kids? He's Bruce's son! He'll probably be fifty and standing alone on a building going 'I am the night'."

Damian growled and tossed a knife at Jason which Ibn intercepted with his own knife, knocking it away from its intended target.

Ry'an chose that moment to start wailing. His little fists banged the high chair and the visitors from the past all covered their ears.

Ibn sighed, stood up and placed a napkin over his shoulder before picking the baby up.

"Shh," he hushed as he cradled his son, patting him on the back and bouncing a little.

"Yep, there is no way that is the demon brat," Jason relented.

"You're actually good with kids," Tim added as Ry'an burped and spit up. More evidence that this was not Damian.

"That's because Tal'i ruined my entire wardrobe before I learnt the napkin trick," Ibn responded, shifting Ry'an so that he was comfortable. "Also, you might notice how my kids went missing and I only realised a few moments before you arrived. Oh, and my eldest somehow has it in her head that she can just 'give away' her little brother."

"But they love you," Dick pointed out, seeing the way Ibn was beating himself up. "And so does Mar'i."

The people from the past stared at their Dick. He hadn't managed to keep the bitterness from his voice.

"Explain," Bruce growled at Dick. "You know this 'Mar'i'."

Dick shifted uncomfortably.

"Probably because he's my father-in-law," Ibn said.

"He's grandpa," Tal'i stated. Her statement attracted the attention of the whole table due to its innocence. She looked around at all the stares and then pointed to her empty plate. "Finished," she announced with a smile.

Jason covered his mouth with his hand, trying not to laugh at the kid. Tim smiled and even Bruce's lips twitched. Dick was the only one who didn't feel happy at Tal'i's declaration.

Dick thought about Mar'i, back in their time and wondered whether she had moments like this. The hole in his heart from not seeing his child hurt because he knew he had missed them. Mar'i was already past Tal'i's age. Then Dick internally kicked himself; Mar'i's safety was more important than what he wanted.

However, looking at Ibn, Ry'an and Tal'i, he wondered if that was true.

"Alright, Tal'i, go get changed," Ibn said.

Tal'i gave a happy squeak as she bounced off her chair and dashed out of the room.

"So, you married into the family," Tim deduced. "That would explain why we don't recognise you."

"Doesn't explain where Grayson's spawn came from," Damian growled. The kid was annoyed that Grayson's kid seemed to get his inheritance. And he refused to entertain the idea Jason and Tim were joking about. It just wasn't possible. Married to Grayson's spawn? His nose crinkled in distaste. That was not in his plans for the future, no way. Never.

Ibn didn't get a chance to respond as someone else spoke up from the entrance.

"Damian. Looks like you're having an interesting morning."

"Father." Ibn resisted the urge to scream as he turned to face his father.

Standing in the doorway was the Bruce Wayne of this time. His hair was a shocking grey and his hairline was receding. Age marked him with lines over his body and face. But, he was still fit and well-built for his age.

His fitness level didn't stop Jason from laughing at the sight of an old Batman. Dick breathed a sigh of relief to see him still alive and kicking. Tim catalogued differences between this Bruce and the one from their time while Bruce himself had a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping?" Ibn asked his father as the man walked into the room.

"We have guests." The ageing Bruce Wayne walked over to the table and seated himself down. "Interesting ones too."

Then it clicked in Tim's head. He recalled what the Bruce Wayne of the future had called Ibn.

"I'm sorry, Damian?" Tim practically squeaked the name as he stared at Ibn. He looked him up and down. "Married? With kids?"

"Impossible. Ridiculous!" Damian said, in complete agreement with Drake for once. "I would never m- not with Grayson's spawn!"
"It seems we've failed to pick up some vital information," the younger Bruce Wayne said, slipping into the chair across from his future counterpart.

"Father, why?" Ibn muttered in a quiet voice.

"The only important information is that which explains how you came to be here," Ibn's father explained.

Bruce explained to his future self about Tal'i and how she brought them there.

Meanwhile, Jason turned to Ibn.

"So, you're the demon brat?" Jason asked Ibn.

"My name is Damian Ibn Al Xu'ffasch Grayson-Wayne," Ibn said, not commenting on the 'demon brat' part. He was an adult.

"Grayson-Wayne?" Damian squeaked. He felt slightly sick at the thought that he would share Grayson's name. Also, when had his future self stopped adding Al Ghul?

"Relax a little, kid," Ibn said to his ten-year old self. "It's not bad. In fact, it's pretty good."

"You're holding a baby," Damian pointed out, spitting out the word 'baby' like a curse.

"My baby," Ibn reminded him. He held Ry'an a little tighter and Ry'an wriggled a little in his grip. He loved his children. Tal'i was his princess and Ry'an his little Robin, although not really because he didn't want Ry'an to grow up to risk his life on the streets like that. His father-in-law often cooed 'Little Robin' at Ry'an when he saw him though and Ibn had picked it up.

And that trail of thought caused Ibn to look around.

Just where was his little princess anyway?

"Father, on your way here, did you see Tal'i?"

"No," Ibn's father responded. He noticed the pinched look on his son's face and held out his hands. "I'll take little Bruce while you go check on her."

"'Little Bruce'?" the Bruce of the past questioned.

"Father's the only one who calls Ry'an by his first name," Ibn explained. "My wife insisted on the name." Not that he was going to fight her very hard on it. Ibn had seen the way his father's face had lit up when she suggested naming the baby after him. "And are you sure you wish to risk my wife's wrath? It's Tuesday."

"Yes, yes, the day where you are supposed to care for the kids and not fob them off on the family members such as myself. However, I want to hold my grandson."

Ibn considered it for a moment. Then he passed Ry'an to his father.

"No leaving the manor. On second thought, no leaving this room. No running off to the Watchtower to show him off."

"Damian, you'll be gone only a few minutes-"

"We left you with Tal'i for a few minutes once and she ended up in Metropolis," Ibn reminded him in a scathing tone.

"Not my fault, Clark-"

"I don't care if Kent kidnapped you! You should be able to fight him off! I'll be gone ten minutes at the most and I expect to find you and my son right here when I come back, father!"

Ibn stormed out of the room, his feet sending him straight for Tal'i's room.

Tal'i wasn't there. Ibn cursed and brought up her tracking data. 'SIGNAL ERROR' popped up on the screen.

Ibn's heartrate skyrocketed. Had she been kidnapped? The tracker was supposed to work through deep space and even through time, which they hadn't tested but that's what his father told him.

Where could Tal'i possibly be? What could be happening to her?

The worst part about being a vigilante on the streets of Gotham for so many years was that Ibn didn't have any trouble bringing up the worst case scenario. And then some. He had seen a lot and his skin went cold with terror as he imagined any number of them happening to his daughter.

"Alfred!" Ibn jumped up and pushed off the wall to the other side of the hall in order to avoid running into the aging servant. "Tal'i's not in her room forthesecondtimetodayand-"

"Calm yourself, sir," Alfred said, nodding down at his hand. Attached to Alfred's hand was Tal'i.

Ibn breathed.

Everyone's eyes snapped up when Ibn entered the room. His younger self was practically glaring at him and it was obvious that Ibn had been the main topic of discussion before he entered.

He decided to ignore that and continued in with his daughter in his arms.

"Grandpa!" Tal'i said happily, wriggling around to see the person of her attention. It was then Ibn noticed what was sitting innocently on the table before his father.

"Is that hot coffee?" Ibn asked. His head tilted up, his eyes narrowed and his mouth twisted into a disapproving glare.

"It is," Ibn's father responded. With Ry'an in his lap he reached out for the mug.

"Don't you dare!" Ibn growled in a perfect imitation of the Batman voice. "What if you spilt it on Ry'an?"

Ibn's father froze, hand inches from the mug.

Past Bruce watched his future self interact with the future version of his son. It was difficult to believe this was the man that Damian would grow into. Ibn had more than he could ever had hoped for when he brought Damian in to the family.

Bruce also wondered if this was what Talia would have been like if they had stayed together. The nagging was interesting to watch, although Bruce had the feeling it would be annoying from the other side.

Damian was interested to see Ibn stand up to his father. He couldn't imagine telling his father that he was doing something wrong.

Jason enjoyed seeing someone tell Bruce off for his 'parenting', even in this kind of situation.

Tim was astounded while Dick was secretly pleased that Damian grew into such a good father.

Ibn's father shot a glare at his son but he understood the reason behind the protest. If he had spilled the coffee by accident or something, the baby would have been burnt.

He understood so he didn't appreciate his son keeping up the rant.

"I'd rather you be kidnapped by your friends! At least then, Ry'an would have proper supervision."

Dick barked a laugh.

"What?" Ibn growled.

"Super-vision."

Jason groaned loudly and Tim looked pained. Bruce rubbed his forehead.

"Huh." Ibn hadn't intended that. But the interruption had given him time to think. He had a plan to get his father to leave. "Anyway, father, about last night-"

"Here, Dick. Hold your grandson," Ibn's father interrupted, passing little Ry'an over to the person from the past. "I just remembered, I have stuff to do. Down in the cave."

"Right, escape to the one place I can't follow you," Ibn grumbled as his father quickly moved out of the room. He knew his father wouldn't want to confirm that he had been out when he was supposed to have stayed in the cave. "Try and figure out a way to send them back while you're down there!"

"What do you mean 'the one place you can't follow'?" Bruce questioned.

"It's Tuesday," Ibn said, "and so, I'm locked out of the cave. No night work or cases so that I can spend this time with my children." No surface work either, unless it was an emergency.

"And you follow that rule?" Tim questioned in disbelieve. He couldn't imagine being locked out of 'night work'.

"I spend a day with my children and I get a break from the rest of the family." Ibn then considered his current situation. "Or, at least, I'm supposed to." There were other benefits too. Plus, Mar'i didn't mind if he snuck down to the cave after the children were in bed.

"Hey, can't blame us," Jason commented, "your spawn brought us here."

"Daddy." Tal'i tugged on Ibn's shirt. "What is 'spawn'?"

Jason froze. He hadn't meant for the girl to learn that word. And, wow, now he could see Bruce's influence in Ibn's expression. He was getting cold shivers from the overprotective Bat Glare.

"Don't worry about it. Uncle Jay's just trying to get in trouble," Ibn said to his daughter. He ran a comforting hand through her dark hair.

"'Kay. Can we practise now?" Tal'i asked.