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Tim's POV

Stray padded across the rooftops as silent as a shadow. His footsteps hadn't made noise since he was six, when Selina changed him into one of the cat creatures.

She'd said, that it was a gift from the cat goddess Bastet, that her energy had given us life when it had been taken from us. And his life had been taken from him.

Stray could remember every moment of the fists coming down over and over again on him. He'd guessed one had just hit his temple to hard or something and broke his skull. He remembered feeling so cold.

Stray suppressed a shudder. He shouldn't be thinking about this; this was one of the main things that gave him nightmares that caused him to wake up screaming, or was it screeching, he was a cat now, after all, claws and fangs unsheathed.

Selina would try to calm him down, the same way she calmed Kitrina. They both got nightmares too, nightmares about drowning again.

When Tim had woke the day he'd died, he felt warm again, only later finding out that his temperature was rising to that of a cat's. And Selina was there with him. She called him her 'little stray kitten', and said that he was all right now.

Tim's mother had overdosed on drugs about a month before. He'd asked where his father was, but it was more out of fear that he'd come hit him-kill him-again.

Selina told him he had nothing to be afraid of; his father was gone. He later found out that his dad had drank himself to death that same night, after he killed him, though he was definitely intoxicated when it happened.

Stray gave himself a little shake, as if he was a cat ruffling his fur. No point in thinking about this now.

Selina, Kitrina, and he had split up for the night, like they usually did. They could cover more streets if they weren't all together in a big group. Sometimes they'd patrol together, but Kitrina and he weren't little kittens anymore; they could handle themselves now, though Catwoman always made sure they were okay and nothing went wrong.

He was pretty sure anyone who hurt Kitrina or him would have a very vengeful Catwoman after him or her.

Tim leapt across from the building he was on to the next, landing supplely as a cat, and perhaps that's because he almost was one.

Tim stalked across the building's roof, cocking his head to the side to listen for anything going on nearby, and caught a sound of four humans-he could hear their heartbeats, their movements, their breathing.

They were coming from above him.

Stray's eyes darted up, and the four Bats swung down on top of him.

Dick's POV

The boy seemed to know they were coming, and was almost prepared for them.

He jumped back, his jump a little too, powerful, so to say.

Nightwing couldn't help but wonder if he was a Meta.

But they had him outnumbered, and they had excellent fighting skills and training as well, and they could take down Metas.

That day, the four of them had found a warehouse to stay in, had bought food, finding out that the money from their old universe worked in this one as well, and found out as much about the vigilantes here as possible.

As it turned out, there was no Batman, and therefore none of his protégés, though it was possible they all existed, with the exception of Damian, because Bruce wouldn't have had him if he never became Batman. It made Dick sad. Poor Dami!

Damian, however, had told him to stop his sniveling, because he didn't care. He loathed the idea of not being 'one of a kind' as he called. Jason had had to suppress bellows of laughter at that, but Damian had found out he was laughing, leaving Dick and Bruce to break up the fight.

Dick could only hope Babs and Tim, and Cass if she got there in time, could find a way to get them back home.

Oracle and Red Robin were very skilled with technology.

Dick then learned why you should never get distracted in a fight, because catlike Metas can always end up kicking your feet out from under you.

After splatting on the ground, Dick immediately flipped up, and continued to fight, though this boy was good.

They had found out that this vigilante's name was Stray, and that he worked for Catwoman, who judging by pictures was still Selina Kyle and Catgirl was still Kitrina. But none of them had ever heard of Stray, he was only a vigilante in this dimension.

Dick couldn't help but wonder if the reason there are other vigilantes, and not all the same ones, was because Bruce had never become Batman. He had shared this theory with Bruce, who had said he had the same thought. Dick could tell Bruce was disappointed in himself because of this, even if it was his other dimension self.

The four Bats were using all of their trapping techniques on Stray, as that's all they wanted to do: capture him. They didn't want to harm him in anyway, and they most certainly did not want to kill him, not even Jason and Damian.

They'd all agreed that Stray seemed, familiar.

The four of them had Stray cornered, but the Cat was not backing down. He hissed at them, and shivers went up Dick's spine. That wasn't a human hissing, that was an eerie, ethereal, cat hiss coming from a human mouth.

The others seemed equally disturbed, even Bruce, but they recovered quickly enough.

Stray looked prepared to fight back with an enforced vigor, as if he was going to attack them in a harmful way. Dick was suddenly reminded of Jason and Damian, but he knew why they were like that, so why was Stray?

Suddenly, Dick remembered some of the darts Timmy had given him, and pulled on out of his belt. He threw it at Stray, and the Cat wasn't expecting it, so it hit. It obviously was not enough to knock him out, so Dick assumed that he'd either built up an immunity for sedatives or his kind of Meta was harder to knock out, or both. But it did make the cay-boy-suddenly a little disoriented and drowsy.

The Bats took their opportunity and tackled him. The feline metahuman fought back, despite the dart's sedative influence, but he wasn't as powerful now and was wearing out. The Bats quickly bound all of his limbs quite a bit, knowing he was probably pretty strong, and gagged him for good measure(he'd been screeching rather a lot and tried to bite Bruce and Dick's hands off.)

"All right," Batman said when they were all finished and left with the seething feline meta. "Let's see who he really is."

Bruce pulled off the cat mask and they were all stunned at the sight.

For facing them, with blue eyes turning yellow and pupils changing to vertical slits, was a very pissed and very tired looking, bound and gagged Tim Drake.

Bruce's POV

Bruce crouched down beside his son, because he was his son, different dimension or not. He reached out, and brushed his fingers against Tim's cheek. The boy jerked back, flinching away from Bruce.

"Shh, it's all right," Bruce soothed, and Dick began helping him. Jason looked like part of him wanted too, as well, as he had grown attached to his 'Replacement' in the past few weeks, but his ego wouldn't let him, and Damian still looked stunned, which was a rare sight.

"We're not going to hurt you," Dick said, in a comforting and persuasive tone, but Stray-Tim-would not be persuaded.

His look said it all: Like hell.

"We're not," Bruce insisted, his tone equally as calming as Dick's.

Tim responded by beginning to struggle as robustly as he could while under the sedatives and as well tied up as he was. Bats knew how to tie good knots after all, especially Bruce. There was no way a drugged meta could escape.

"You won't get out of that," Bruce said.

Tim glared at him, his now yellow eyes narrowed in anger as he silently seethed.

Bruce turned towards Dick. "You got any chloroform? I don't think he will exactly come with us without kicking and screaming."

"Technically, Father, he can't kick or scream, his legs are bound too well and his mouth is gagged," Damian said with a click of his tongue.

Bruce ignored him.

"I've got some," Jason said pulling out the chloroform and a cloth.

Bruce gave him a look that clearly said: How did I not know you'd have some?

Jason shrugged, and handed it to him.

Drugging the cloth, Bruce clamped it down on his son's face, covering his gagged mouth and nose, almost tenderly. Or at least he did it as lovingly as a father could do while drugging his inter-dimensional, catlike son with chloroform.

Tim began to struggle, and Bruce gripped his shoulder, gently, but enough to force him to stay still. Dick and Jason helped, as Tim was really struggling now.

He obviously had a resistance for it, because it took several minutes of holding it there, before he began to lose consciousness. His eyes changed back to their blue color and the pupils turned back to their round shape. His eyes looked so tired, but also looked afraid as he began to slip into unconsciousness.

We're not going to hurt you, Tim, I promise.

Bruce picked up his second to youngest, other dimension, son, and slung him gently over his shoulder.

"Come on," Bruce said. "We'll take him back to our temporary cave."

Tim's POV

Tim slowly began to regain consciousness, but he didn't feel strong enough to open his eyes. His mouth was still gagged with some cloth, and his body was bound quite well. Tight ropes were tied around his wrists, ankles, shoulders, forearms, calves, and thighs, not showing any signs of giving easily, though he wasn't awake enough yet to really struggle against them

He was afraid.

Tim had been captured on several occasions, but there was one time that gave him as many nightmares as his murder did. And he couldn't help but compare it to this kidnapping, or should he say catnapping.

It happened around three years ago. It reminded him of this, because his captors were nice to him, for the most part. They'd beat him sure, and hurt him, and chain him down and lock him in the dark, but they were always gentle afterwards, and would tell him it would all be over soon, and he would soon be like him.

And if he hadn't escaped, he would be by now.

They were called Ferals in Ailuran Culture. That's what they were: Ailurananthropes, werecats.

Created by the cat goddess Bastet, when her messengers or other Ailurans changed them by giving them the Gift of Bastet. It happened through breath, and it turned the human into an Ailuran. It changed the inside of them too, giving them the blood of Bastet, their new mother, so to speak.

But Bastet has a sister. Sekhmet. She was the lion goddess of warfare. She was more...vicious than her sister, who could be an excellent warrior, but was known to legend and stories to be more tender and peaceful.

Ferals were children of Bastet first, but were injected with Sekhmet's blood, making them change allegiances and becoming feral, killers, as if they were lions now instead of cats.

The leader of the Ferals was known as the Catmaster. He'd controlled the Ferals for several centuries. Tim had come face to face with him. His eyes were always in their cat form's, as if he couldn't change them back, and he had this malevolent aura hanging about him that had made Tim want to curl up and die.

The Catmaster was going to inject him with the blood of Sekhmet, turning him Feral too, but he'd escaped, somehow, the memories were kind of a blur.

That's why he was afraid of his captors. They didn't smell like Ailurans, but his kind had been known to change their scents to hide them if powerful enough.

Tim knew that if he ever did become Feral, he'd be a monster. He'd want Selina and Kitrina to put him down, and they would, even if they'd hate doing it.

Slowly, Tim cracked his eyes open, and tried to contain his fear at the sight of his captors. There was no way he'd go down without a fight.

AN: So, what do you think? I admit, these ideas keep coming to me, it was hard to stop. I can't wait to update this again, wouldn't be surprised if it happened again today or tomorrow.

Well, I really want to know what you think of this.

Thanks for reading again,

-DragonsintheMoonlight