Sleep was a strange thing for Bart.
Unlike his father, The Flash or his cousin, Wally, his metabolism was always on, so there was never a moment the world wasn't crawling around him. Because time moved so quickly for him, normal things were completely different, like sleep. On average Bart closed his eyes and slept for maybe 22 minutes a day, to him that was sleeping in.
He had fallen asleep shortly after the pack's nightly sex, where they all came together and shared of each other. He had finally got to fuck Wally and it had been as amazing as he had imagined it would be, but as soon as he was done Conner had taken his place and Bart had been mostly forgotten.
He didn't blame them, I mean look at Tim, Dick and Conner. Bart knew he was good looking, but those guys were gods. Instead of watching them fuck he had ran back to Keystone, took a quick shower and laid down in his bed for a while…a whole 20 minutes.
Sex takes it out of a guy.
After a quick meal at Sushisho Masa in Tokyo he did a quick patrol, stopping a purse thief in Brazil and evacuating a burning building in Madrid before heading back to the tower. A couple of hours had passed since the orgy and the tower was quiet. Bart popped his head into the room and saw Conner and Tim cuddling on one side and Dick and Wally on the other.
But no Donnie.
Bart looked around the tower and found him looking out one of the huge bay windows, overlooking the city. He was only in his boxers and the view…well it made the city ugly. Bart had thought he'd become jaded being around people like Tim and Conner but seeing Donnie's body in the morning light was…it was transcendent.
Each line of muscle stood out in the dim light, making him look more statue than man, but from this angle Bart could see the sizable bulge in those boxers and instantly felt his mouth go dry.
"Donnie?" he asked, walking in slowly.
The alpha looked back at him with a sad smile on his face, "Hey Bart, where'd you run off to?"
"You guys looked like you were having enough fun, why you up?"
He shrugged and went back to the window, "Not sleepy, sometimes I feel like all I've done is sleep."
Bart walked over to him, "You ok?", clearly sensing the alpha wasn't.
He looked out over the city and sighed, "I'm just missing my own time."
Bart understood instantly, "I know how you feel, all I seem to do is miss the future, no one else understands."
Donnie looked over, "I get you pup, but I'm not even missing something real, I didn't grow up in the 80's. I grew up in a tube and I'm still missing people I never met, places I never went…" he trailed off, but Bart could feel the despair rolling off him from the bond they all shared. It was pure agony to watch his alpha be in need. "Like for example, there was this place in Metropolis at 86th street called Crash and Byrne, it was an arcade we used…they used to go to. I have all these fucking memories like it is my favorite place in the world, but I've never been there before. You know what that feels like?"
Bart had to admit he didn't, but that didn't mean he couldn't help.
"I have an idea!" he said brightly, "You trust me?"
Donnie looked at him, "Pup, I trust you with my life."
Bart felt a glow at from his words, "Ok come on, I know how you cheer you up."
Donnie let the speedster drag him along, knowing there wasn't anything in this world that could to that.
Tim
I was dreaming of a boy…
That, in itself, was nothing new, I dreamed of boys a lot. What was new was that it wasn't Conner I was dreaming of. I was dreaming of a boy with chocolate brown hair and laughing eyes and a body made of sin. He was talking to me, but I couldn't hear his voice, all I could see was Dorito crumbs on his perfect eight pack and wondered what it would taste like if I licked them off.
"Really? With everything about to happen all you can think about is your loins?"
I suppose I should have been surprised to see my adult self, the one who became Batman standing next to me, but I wasn't. Actually, it felt like part of me had been waiting for him to show up for a while now. I had ran into him when we were thrown into a possible future where I had taken over as Batman and gone a little Jason. I had started killing villains, Conner and I had become dark versions of our mentors…seeing him here was just some ghost of Christmas future shit.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked him, "I'm doing everything I can." I said as I moved towards the boy, my hands moving over his body.
"You're wasting your time getting your rocks off."
I leaned in, licking the boy's chest…the taste of Doritos tingling on my tongue…
"What are you doing?" Dark me screamed.
It was a good question, but the taste was so good, the chips, the saltness of his skin…
"You're wasting your time dreaming this shit!"
A dream, this was a dream…then why could I taste? This wasn't a dream; this was a memory…but I didn't know this guy! Wait, what was this?
I pulled back but the boy tried to force me back down to service him…so much of me didn't want to resist.
"You're wasting time!" he raged, "You have to get ready!"
"I am," I reasoned, wanting to go back to the boy…
"You aren't!" he snapped, "You're counting on this idiotic plan when you could be taking the initiative…"
"What plan?" I asked sitting up, when hands formed out of the walls and began to bind my older self, covering his mouth first. "What plan? What are you talking about?" I screamed as the hands dragged him away, pulling him into a wall. "What have I forgotten?" I called after him as the wall swallowed him, one open hand the last part of him showing before he was gone.
The boy with the perfect body turned to me and in Dubbilex's voice said, "Go back to sleep."
My eyes shot open as I jerked in Conner's grasp, waking him up.
"Hey," he said groggily, pulling me into an embrace, "Bad dream?"
I opened my mouth to explain to him the other me, the failed plan, and the panic I felt when I thought about it…and then nothing, as I mentally grasped for the details, they faded away…leaving me a vague sense of discomfort, but nothing tangible.
I nodded and snuggled back into him, "Don't remember…"
He kissed the nape of my neck, "Well I can make you forget about it."
I chuckled, "I told you, I already forgot."
"Then let me make you forgot more…" he said, nibbling at my flesh, his hardness pressing up against me.
I reached back and grabbed his head, pressing him deeper into me, "Take me clone boy…"
But I swear I could still remember the taste of the chip dust…it was just a dream, right?
Donnie
He took me down to their training room, a large white room with panels built into every surface. They tried to explain it to me once, some kind of hologram shit but like everything else in this time, it didn't make any damn sense.
Bart walked over to the console and started typing, "You said Crash and Burn?" he asked.
"Um yeah, but dude, that was years ago…it has to be gone by now."
He nodded, "They tore it that area down in 94 and built a parking garage," he said dispassionately, not knowing he was telling me my best friend was not only dead but had been dead for a couple of decades. Suddenly the weight of all that missing time came crashing down around me and I felt even more out of place…
Suddenly Bart's face was next to mine, "Hey, stay with me, ok? I can fix this."
I gave a laugh that was half sob, "Can you pup? You taking me back in time?"
"I mean I could, but Uncle Bart did that once and let me tell you, it starts out fine but then Superman is wearing jeans and no one knows who Conner is and it just isn't worth it," he cocked his head, "But Dick did look good in red…" I began to get annoyed, and he looked back at me, "Right, not the point, no, no time travel, but I can do better."
I did not believe him but what could playing around do?
"Ok so Crash and Burn? I can't find it."
I looked at the screen, "No Byrne, not burn."
He made a face and changed it, "Why is it spelled that way?"
I shrugged, "Someone thought it was clever?"
"Lame, ok here it is…yeah…a couple of exterior pics, lemme slide on into the city planning office's DM's," his hands were a blur as he typed, "Oh yeah, send me those dirty pics," he said as blueprints flashed on the screen, "Ok, here's the layout, but I can't find any interior pics…so plan B."
More typing and multiple screens popped up, each one with a different movie playing, all from my time! I recognized Tron and Wargames, The last Starfighter! I loved that one, Back to the Future? What the…
"Ok, so I have the framework, the exterior and a variety of era appropriate interiors…now let me load them in, combine them…" more typing, and what looked like a lot of computer code.
"I thought this was Tim's thing," I said seeing how fast he was moving, it wasn't just because he was a speedster, it was obvious he knew a thing or two.
He looked a little embarrassed and I could sense his discomfort spill out of him through our link, "Um yeah, Tim likes to be the smart one so I let him, but I mean…this is a binary system and I was raised on quantum state processors, so this is a lot like a calculator to me…but I try to stay out of his way cause he likes being able to do it."
"But you can do it too, you should tell him."
He shook his head as he types, "Oh no. no, no, I can't do that. Tim is the smart one, Conner is the strong one and I'm the one who makes jokes a lot, it's always been that way."
He was being flippant but I could feel the emotion under his words, he was upset, hurt even but he would never say it out loud. I was going to say something, but he stopped typing, "Ok, that's done, next part."
He just stood there, blinked a few times and then started to type in the air, his eyes moving like he was reading something.
"Um, you ok?"
He nodded, still looking off into nowhere, "Yeah, hold on, am loading an environmental program and linking it to the training room…it takes some doing since there is literally 1000 years of technology separating them, but luckily my lenses can speak caveman."
He smiled at his own joke, but I could tell he wasn't lying, the world in which Bart came from made everything I thought was futuristic about this time look like the Flintstones to him. I waited as he typed in the air, wondering exactly what's all this was leading to.
After a few minutes he stopped and looked at me, "Ok, I think we're ready."
"For?"
He pulled out a pair of contact lenses and put them in his palm, he extended it to me, "Put these on."
"Oh, hell no," I said backing up, "I tried those once, I can't stand things touching my eyes…it freaks me out. Trust me, there is no way…"
There was a gust of wind, and his hand was empty.
"Ok, done," he said.
"What?"
"Blink twice," he said.
I slowly blinked…
"No, like normal, like this," he blinked twice.
I blinked twice and my whole field of vision came alive with lights and computer type.
"What the actual fuck!" I growled, swiping at them uselessly.
Bart grabbed my hands, "Hey…calm down, it's ok…it's just my virtual reality lenses."
"I'm wearing contact lenses?" I exclaimed.
He nodded, "Yeah I put them on you before you could notice, ok…deep breath…you can do this…you got this…"
I forced myself to calm down as freaking Star Wars shit danced across my eyes.
"Better?" he asked, and I nodded, "Ok cool, repeat after me, load."
"Load."
"80's."
"80's."
"Learning model."
"Learning model?"
There was a chime in my ear and a series of blocks appeared in front of me, they traced an outline of a building and then suddenly it was Crash's place! The area around us changed into Metropolis and suddenly…I was home!
I looked around, the sound of traffic, the smell of exhaust coming off Perez parkway…it was just like I remembered, "How is it doing this?"
"This is the easy part," he explained, the exterior of the building and Metropolis in 1986 is well documented. Come on, walk in here," he said taking my hand and leading me inside the arcade.
The room was just a series of grids, outline of things but nothing that was solid. As I looked around the walls began to change color, brick, wood, plywood, all sorts of things until it came to the dull green concrete that Crash's was made of. The only thing it was missing was the tile divider that ran around the edge of the room…and there it was! The bar did the same thing, morphing through a hundred different types until it landed on the same brass and wood one that I remembered and then it began to age up, with the same dents and pockmarks I recalled.
"What is it doing?" I asked, watching the entire room do the same thing, every piece of furniture rolling through an infinite number of designs before finding the one I remembered…
"I loaded the interiors of all of the arcades from the time into the database and then told the lenses to monitor your synaptic patterns, as soon as it hits on the right one your brain registers it, and the computer locks it into place. The rest of the details are supplied by your subconscious as it fills the environment. Just keep looking around until it looks right."
I looked around the room slowly and piece by piece, it shaped itself into my memory. At first it was just a picture, a static three-dimensional image…but as the last Spy Hunter game loaded in the whole place came alive. The games began flashing, the sound of three dozen arcade cabinets was like falling into a cold spring on a hot, summer day. I felt my tension fade, my anger just evaporates as I stood there and took it all in.
"So, this was music?" he asked, pushing buttons on the jukebox. You could hear the needle drop and Bad medicine came blaring from the speakers."
"No!" I yelled, "That's too old, this should be 1986, New Jersey came out later than that."
The kid looked at me confused but the computer seemed to know what I was walking about. The song skipped and suddenly it was Livin' On a Prayer…I closed my eyes and just let the music take me.
I was home.
Something caught my nose, I looked around…fucking popcorn! I could smell the popcorn machine! How…I looked at Bart, "How can I smell things?"
"It has a neuro synaptic feedback loop that learns from…" he saw my smile fading, "Magic, it's just magic."
"This is just…the balls pup…seriously."
"Almost done," he grinned, "Now repeat, run and populate."
"Run and populate."
"80's"
"80's"
"Simulation."
"Simulation."
Two chirps and suddenly the place was filled with people! Two dozen or so, kids my age, wearing Motley Crue shirts and hair done up with cans of hairspray…they all stood at the games talking, laughing…it looked just like I remembered it.
"So? Better?" Bart asked.
I looked over and my eyes almost fell out of my head.
Bart stood there looking like a perfect 80's skater kid. He had on baggy jeans that hung on his hips, the white Calvin Klien briefs glowed under the black light of the arcade like a spotlight. He had on a torn pink Thrasher t-shirt that hung off his frame, hiding that tight little body underneath. Though no one in the universe would know who he was dressed like, I did instantly.
He was dressed like Luke Thornton.
I know that name means nothing to most people but to me, it was my Rosebud.
That's the sled, right?
Luke Thornton was a guy who used to hang at Crash's all the time. Him and his friends came from a better side of town than I did, and he always had the best shit. His boards were fresh, his clothes were crisp, and he was just everything I wanted to be as a teenager. See, I wasn't any of that. I was a thug from the worst part of town who had to steal a skateboard if he wanted one, whose clothes looked like he had always just done an oil change and was just an all-around bad guy.
People like Luke would run from people like me if we got close, so I never tried. But secretly, I wanted Luke in a big, bad way, in a way I wouldn't even admit to myself. But here, years away and with stolen memories, I could see clearly that the original Donny had wanted Luke, and here he was…in front of me…all mine.
He looked down, "What? Did the computer dress me wrong?"
I just smiled, "You look great," and held out my hand, "Come on, let's find a game for me to destroy you on."
He took my hand and grinned, "I have to warn you, I'm something of a gamer."
I pulled him close, "You're in my world now pup…"
We walked towards a game…this was going to be a great day.
Tim
Feeling Conner behind me was like waking from a dream into a whole other dream. I had spent so much time imagining what it would be like to wake up with him like this and now here we were, and it was so much better than anything in my fantasies.
I could have never imagined how his warm skin would feel pressed up against mine, or how safe I would feel with those massive biceps holding me. He lightly kissed me on the nape of my neck and my body shivered in response, years of unspoken passion came rushing out in one tender motion and I reached back and pulled his face into me, urging him on.
His hands were rough as they moved over my chest, pulling me into him, his cock slid between my cheeks reminding me that my boy inherited the best parts of his body from Superman. As I writhed in his arms, I could sense Dick and Wally waking up, our sexual energy moving from us to them.
Conner nipped my neck, and I gasped as I felt him mark me, not seriously, but enough for him to claim ownership. He was asking permission, begging me with his actions to let him use me like I had longed dreamt of. I arched my back and exposed myself to him, letting him know I was submitting, the low growl that came from his throat was as erotic as anything he could have said.
Wally had moved behind Dick, spreading those legendary cheeks so he could violate his best friend with his tongue, vibrating his mouth as he worked, causing Dick to gasp and stutter as he watched Conner take me. We had moved past language at this point, the only thing that made us human was our bodies, in our minds we had been reduced to carnal animals looking to rut.
Dick watched with fascination as I let Conner dominate me, pushing me face down on the bed as he trolled his massive cock through my ass. I was the beta, in Dick's animal mind I was supposed to be topping Conner, my submission sparked his own feelings of dominance in him, the remains of his human self that remembered at one point he was the older brother, and I was the beneath him.
He moved towards me, drawn to my vulnerability as if I was prey. Sensing his intent, I looked up and we locked eyes…he froze in place and then looked down. He was confused, the mixed signals were too much for our bond, I needed to establish order.
Pushing Conner off of me I got to my knees, my cock slapping my abs as I looked down at Dick.
"Now," was all I said, and he began to crawl towards me.
"Hey!" Wally exclaimed, seeing his partner leave him, "You have yours, he's mine!"
Looks like lessons need to be taught all around.
"He is mine," I said in a tone that was deathly serious, again Dick froze and I could feel Conner stop moving behind me, "You are all mine," I said to Wally, never blinking, "I will use any of you whenever I want, when Donnie isn't here, my word is law."
Wally looked down and I could sense his fear through the bond.
"You've earned yourself a timeout Wally, go sit in that chair."
He got up and walked over to the chair in the corner, knowing he had brought this on himself, he sat down naked, waiting my orders.
"Hands on the armrests and do not move them, and watch."
He put his hands to either side and sighed, knowing they might as well been tied down with my command. I looked at Dick, "Here."
Watching Dick Grayson crawl on all fours across a bed to me was unlike anything I had ever seen before. I could feel the vestiges of his heterosexuality echo in his head as he crawled towards my cock. Gone was his confusion about it though, he knew where he belonged now, and he craved it. He was dying for me to fuck him and didn't care who knew it.
Conner came up behind me, his cock sliding through my ass cheeks as he wrapped an arm around my waist, "Can we use him?" he asked, his tongue licking my ear.
Conner asking me if we could share fucking Dick…my life couldn't get any better than this.
Donnie
He didn't like Tempest, I beat his ass at Burger Time and then destroyed him at Spy Hunter. He liked Gauntlet well enough, but I could tell he was getting tired of losing.
"You like these games?" he said after a pretty bad defeat.
"I lived for these games," I said looking around again at the people…there was something wrong with them. "So where did these jerks come from?"
He looked around, "Oh the people? They're taken from templates from popular media of the day," he could sense my confusion, "TV, movies, anything that had kids at the time."
"Oh, that makes sense then," I said with sneer.
"Why?"
"They're all dressed like fucking Breakfast Club and shit, the people who hung out here weren't that pretty."
"Then change it."
"How?"
"Computer open simulation interface with tactile input."
There was a shimmer and a floating wall of text appeared with numbers scrolling down.
"This is the program," he said tapping at the numbers, "Let's bring up identifiers for the NPC's…" suddenly the people had descriptions next to them. Average, Caucasian female, archetype, valley girl, wardrobe: Night of the Comet (1984), model reference: Simone Adamley, Ferris Bueller's Day Off (1986)."
"Shit," I said shaking my head, "No wonder they look wrong, it's pulling from bullshit movies."
Bart cocked his head; he didn't get it.
"My friends, the people who came here, they were never in any fucking movie. We were too low class for that."
"Oh, well…ok…let's try this."
He began typing again and the people shimmered and became blank mannequins. No face, no clothes, nothing, just a blank human form.
"Ok close your eyes, and start picturing the people you remember, their clothes, their mannerisms, everything. Nothing specific, you aren't recalling a person, but the feeling of them."
I closed my eyes and did just that, remembered. I recalled Marion White, all her clothes were from a thrift store but that was only cause she liked vintage, she had that wild, teased hair that looked like it could work as a flotation device and she always had this jean jacket on with safety pins on the shoulders. I pictured Hunter, not his real name, he would have been a jock if he had the temperament for sports, he always had shirts with the sleeves cut off and a pair of acid washed jeans with the cuffs rolled up.
Marky with the frayed baseball cap and the skoal can making a ring in his back pocket, Tina with half her head shaved and the other half a dark blue, that one kid who always wore the suspenders down around his ass…
"Ok open your eyes."
I opened my eyes, and I looked around silently, tears blurring my vision. It no longer looked like the place I remembered, it was that place. Everything was perfect, the haze of smoke that lingered over the whole place from the tokers, I could smell the burning oil from the popcorn machine now and the sound of bottles clinking from the smuggled beer bottles the kids had in their jackets. The big difference were the people, these were my guys!
Punks, thugs, the entire wrong side of the tracks were in here now and it was perfect.
"Did it work?" Bart asked.
I looked over to him and felt my heart skip a beat…
Before Bart was dressed as Luke, now he was him. Not entirely, he still looked like Bart, but he had Luke's haircut, his clothes were not identical and I could smell him…that mixture of soap and deodorant that I never realized I had associated with him. My body reacted instantly and I felt a low growl start to form in my throat.
"Do I look ok?" he asked.
I just stared.
"Did it get it wrong?" he asked, a little more worried.
The growl intensified.
"Are you gonna bite me?" he squeaked, sounding what I imagined a rabbit would sound when cornered.
I looked over to the corner and saw the sit down Star Wars game that was rarely used. At a buck a game it was used more to make out in than to ever really play, I had always wanted to take Luke and just destroy him. And now here he was, standing in front of me…like no time had passed…
I grabbed his hand, "Come on!" and pulled him towards the machine.
He yelped once as I almost took him off his feet…I was going to fuck this kid so hard he was going to walk with a limp for the rest of his life.
Tim
Dick crawled on all fours across the bed to me.
I watched the muscles of his back move under his tanned skin as he moved, that perfect ass moving each time his legs moved, they defied gravity as they looked thick as well as firm. He could feel out lust and admiration through the link and it just made him all that more turned on. He liked the attention; he loved the lustful thoughts we had…as he got closer, he became more and more entangled into our emotions.
By the time he got to me it was a China syndrome of sex, our want of him turned him on and his desire turned us on more…I looked down and watched the straightest man I know slowly extend his tongue and lick the tip of my cock…
I run a hand through his hair as he begins to lap at my shaft, "Such a good slut…"
He moaned as he reached up with both hands, taking my hardness in his grip and running his tongue up and down my full length. His thoughts were a jumble, memories of the scores of women who had sucked him off and what they had done to please him…and his desperate need to please me now. It was amazing to watch.
I glanced up at Wally, who was watching Dick lovingly worship someone else's cock and could do nothing about it. His cock pointed skyward from the brass colored pubes that surrounded his tool, it was a nice cock all things considered…but all it could do was weep while we began to work Dick over.
Conner moved behind Dick, marveling at the older man's ass with more than a little awe. Dick had always been in a position of power over Conner, hell he had been over most of us our entire life, and to have him on his hands and knees, presenting…
I could sense Cooner's hesitation for a moment, not sure if he wanted to cross that line even thought he had fucked him once already. That was to break Dick, to bend his will into the pack…this, this was pure fucking pleasure.
So, I helped my boy out.
"Slut," I said, but Dick ignored me, still slathering on my cock, "Hey!" I grabbed his hair and pulled his head off of me, "I'm talking to you cunt!"
"Sorry sir," he said, dropping his gaze from me, waiting for my next command.
"Reach back and present your hole to him," I snapped, "Now!"
His hands reached back as he buried his head in the mattress, he spread his cheeks apart, exposing his tiny, pink hole that had been used to much lately. His body was quivering in anticipation as he waited, knowing what was coming next.
I watched as Conner leaned in and forced his tongue into Dick, causing him to moan into the mattress as he felt that thick tongue probe him. I could feel Dick's need to stroke himself rise but he could no more move his hands than Wally, at the moment, my word was law and he had to obey. Conner's exuberance was growing as he dived deeper in, causing Dick to gasp and whimper with each inch.
I smiled as I grabbed Dick's head and pulled him out of the mattress, "Shut up," and shove my cock into his moaning mouth. I made sure to keep eye contact with Wally as Dick began to choke on my cock, showing him exactly who owned Dick body and soul.
Hearing Nightwing gag as I slammed the back of his throat was everything I imagined it could be. The brief explosions of shame that bubbled up in his thoughts as he remembered he was a straight male were plentiful as his eyes watered and he struggled to breath. Feeling them consumed by the need to serve me, to bring me pleasure was like a million tiny orgasms unto themselves. Each one warping Dick's mind permanently, making him our cunt forever.
I felt a pang of guilt, why was I punishing him so hard, why was I drilling the bond into him even more? I was about to let up when I heard my future voice whisper in my ear, "Oh no, this is your shitty plan…so we follow through with it."
My hands gripped handfuls of Dick's hair and began slamming him down on my cock…except they weren't my hands any more.
They were the other me, as well as my words.
"Fucking take that cock you whore, I am your master now, this dick…choke on it! Come on more!"
I could feel the echoes of shame and disgust move through his brain, the last remains of the man he used to be as they screamed one final time. They were replaced with the pure pleasure of following my commands, his rewired synapses rewarding him for being a good bitch, and I could feel the same with Wally.
As Wally watched Dick get used, his genuine feelings of affection and protection were slowly being replaced with the need to see Dick be destroyed. His concern was being consumed by the pack need to breed Dick as many times as we could. He started this wanting to protect his best friend.
He would finish it screaming at us to fuck him as hard as we could.
Just like the other me wanted.
Donnie
I pushed him into the Star Wars game, and he tumbled onto the seat, legs skyward as he tried to regain his balance.
I didn't give him the chance.
I moved in between his legs, leaving them spread as I moved in and kissed him. I felt a thrill move through me as I tasted the spearmint gum Luke always chewed, I saw what brand it was once and bought some for myself. The taste brought back a slew of lost memories, tiny moments that had been captured by the original Donny and then most likely forgotten. But to me they were fresh, I was experiencing them for the first time and had none of my old self's reluctance.
I didn't have his self-loathing about liking guys, the shame he had not being the kind of man that he thought he should be. It wasn't the 80's anymore, the stigma he suffered under wasn't mine so I had no problem ripping Bart's shirt open, revealing that tight little body underneath.
Part of my mind knew Luke had never been built like this, but the way the memories were merging with the here and now and retroactively, Luke became that hot in my mind, so once again I was looking down at Luke. My hands moved over the hard muscle of his torso, loving the way his abs felt like smooth marble under my fingertips.
I felt him shiver under me, his eyes wide as he saw me look down at him as if he was just a meal for me to consume.
"Donnie?" he asked nervously, he had never seen this side of me before, had never seen me give into my baser desires as I had with Conner.
I tugged at the neck of my t-shirt and pulled down, the sound of ripping cloth merged with the sounds of the game, reminding me where we were, or at least where we were supposed to be.
"Make the room think you're Luke, and make them want to watch me fuck you," I growled, undoing my belt.
"Computer," his voice cracked, "Change simulation to erotic voyeurism, change my character to Luke…"
I heard a small chirp as I pulled my jeans off and moved over him again, "Gonna fuck you," I said, my eyes boring a hole through his, "Am going to fuck the living shit out of you in front of all these people, got it?"
He nodded quickly, his want rushing through his mind and then hitting mine, making me growl in anticipation.
He looked do vulnerable, so much like prey my mind just snapped. I leaned in and clamped my teeth onto the side of his neck, causing him to groan as he felt me mark him. His soft skin bruised as I began to gnaw on him, his hands reaching out and gripping my shoulders as he felt my teeth press into him.
"Oh god!" he cried out as I moved up his neck to his ear and then moving to his face. I silenced him with my tongue as I kissed him hard, taking his breath away. Bart had never been kissed like this, the intensity was new to him, and he felt his panic fade as he surrendered to me, letting me do whatever I wanted.
"Get him Donnie!" someone said outside of the game.
Bart looked up and could see half a dozen guys peering in, watching me ravage his naked body.
"Gonna breed your little ass while they cheer," I said grabbing his briefs, "You want me to fuck you?"
"Y-yeah…" he said stammering, caught up in the intensity of the moment.
I grabbed this throat and squeezed, "What?"
"Yes sir," he croaked, a pulse of erotic energy moving through him.
I slipped my underwear over my hips, freeing my cock so it could slap against my abs, sounding like a gunshot in the small space. His eyes bulged as he watched it hover there, dripping, waiting to claim him. I saw his tongue dart out and lick his lips, and I knew he was caught.
"Make him suck your cock, Donnie!" one of the guys outside yelled.
"Yeah, choke that preppy fuck!"
My vision blurred, choke Luke with my cock, make him pay for ignoring me all that time…I looked down and Luke looked up at me in a panic, shaking his head, pleading…I felt reality blur around me…and then something seemed mentally grab me from behind…
A moment of confusion and then I looked down at the punk, oh, now he wants to treat me like a human being? After all these years Luke wants to come in here…and pretend he hadn't treated me like shit this whole time?
"Think you're better than me?" I growled, moving up to straddle his chest, "Show you who the fucking man is!"
"Donnie wait," he said as I pressed my cock downwards into his mouth, "I'm not him…computer pa…"
I had no idea what he was talking about as I shoved my cock down his throat and he began to gag as the guys cheered me on, his hands slapped at my side as I kept sliding more and more of my meat down his throat…
I was going to make this little fucker pay…big time!
Tim
The gurgling sounds coming from Dick's throat was like music to the other me.
I was shocked as I watched my own hands shove Dick down on my cock, forcing him to gag and choke as I thrust into him. It felt amazing but I was being too rough, too aggressive…I had to calm down.
"No!" I heard other me rage, "You planned this out…let's play it through!"
"Planned what?" I asked him as I felt the back of Dick's throat give way, letting my cock slide down his abused throat, making it massage my swollen cock. I felt the shiver run through my body as Dick silently moaned, that small part of him that knew he was being used by his little brother sobbed for himself to stop this…
But he didn't, instead Dick pushed his ass back into Conner's mouth as he let me ravish his throat, his own cock throbbing beneath him as he was used. My fingers tangled in his hair as I pulled him down on my shaft, he was gagging with each thrust but he could feel the pleasure I was feeling so waves of ecstasy flooded his brain as he served his role as pack bitch.
I screamed at myself to slow down, to let him breathe but my other self was hearing none of it, "This is the why you were replaced as Robin," he sneered, relishing the sound of Dick choking on my cock, "It's why no one takes you seriously, because you make these fucking plans and then your bleeding heart stops you from following through."
Dick's face was red as tears ran down his face, my balls slapping him on the chin while Conner violated him deeper and deeper.
"What plan?" I asked again, trying my best to pull him off Dick.
He opened his mouth and I saw movement across the room, in the mirror behind Wally Dubbilex stared at me, "Go back to sleep."
My vison blurred and I was back, face fucking Dick.
I groaned as my balls tingled and my impulses kicked in, shoving my cock deeper down his throat instead of pulling out…
"Take my fucking seed you cunt…" I heard myself scream, not sure if it was me saying it or the other me…
Dick gurgled as my shaft expanded in his mouth, flooding his mouth with hot cum, drowning him in my load. He jerked twice and then fell face down on the bed, complete limp as cum pooled around his chin. He coughed up more of my cum as he descended into unconsciousness. As horrified as he was from not being able to breathe…he still came as I shot, like the good slut he was now.
I looked up at Wally and his cock was coved in precum, the shaft just twitching in place…
"What now?" Conner asked, disappointed our toy had broken.
"What do you mean? We still fuck him…he doesn't need to be awake…"
Conner gave him an animalistic grin as he turned Dick over onto his back and spread his legs. I looked at Wally and smiled, "Enjoying the show."
He said nothing, the last sparks of his old friendship with Dick were being consumed by his new want to see him completely used and fucked…
As Conner spread Dick's cheeks, I saw him hold his breath and knew…yeah, he was enjoying the fuck out of the show.
Bart
I have made a mistake.
I knew this was a problem when using direct synaptic interface, but did I listen to myself? No, no I did not, and now I was here, pinned in an ancient video game about to be raped.
Ok, raped is not the right word since I really do want this, but as far he was concerned, he was raping whoever the hell he was seeing I was and was not going to be gentle with it.
The problem with direct interface is that it can, in some cases, become impossible to tell reality from fantasy. I had thought this simulation would bring Donnie some peace but instead it looks like it attached itself to latent memories he had been given from the original was going to act on them as the original Donny would.
Which is to say very bad.
He straddled my chest, shoving his cock down my throat viciously, not caring if I could breathe or if he was hurting me. He was an animal and only cared about getting off, his hips slamming into my mouth, choking me as his cock pushed down my throat, gagging me. I don't think any of us realized how strong he actually was, Donnie was built but he had never really been physically aggressive with us before. Maybe with Conner, but never me.
But he held me down easily as he face fucked me, my head slamming against the back of the game as he watched me gurgle around his massive cock, all the time looking down at me with a grin, "Not so superior now huh preppie?" he asked, his balls slapping my chin, "What good is your money now?"
I couldn't tell him I wasn't whoever he was seeing and with his cock in my throat I couldn't access the computer to stop this. All I could do was feel his shaft push the sides of my throat apart as he kept shoving himself into me, inch after inch…not caring I couldn't breathe.
The people outside were pounding on the machine, laughing, cheering him on, they seemed crazy watching him destroy me, was this what the real Donny and his crew were like?
My vision blurred as he sped up his thrusts, the sound of my head hitting the back wall echoed around the small booth as I heard him grunt, "Take it you preppie fuck…thinking you're better than us…flash your money around…you're gonna die with my cock in your throat bitch…swallowing my load."
The second worst part was, because I was bonded with Donnie, I was in the same boat as Conner, I couldn't use my powers against him. Right now, I was just a skinny ass nobody, shoved into a video game with no chance of stopping this. I wondered if he would kill me, I mean we knew nothing about the original Donny, maybe he would…maybe he could…
The worst part was, I was so turned on by this.
The guys had asked me millions of times what sex was like in the future, and I couldn't bring myself to tell them it was pretty wild. Within the confines of VR, you could get away with nearly anything, so being choked to death by a monster cock wasn't that farfetched, in fact it was just another Thursday for me. The difference here was that we weren't in VR, we were in the training room, and I don't think the Tower was smart enough to know he was killing me.
My own cock strained against the confines of my jeans, the front of them looked like I had pissed myself I was leaking so bad…I was desperately trying to find a way out…and yet I was so close to cumming in was insane.
"Come on you little fucker…take my cock…gonna flood your throat…"
I was about to pass out and I honestly didn't know if I was going to wake up. On desperation I looked up at the guys watching me, drooling, hunger in their eyes and wondered how fucked up these guys were? They would react like Donny's memories would think they would, so at this point I was literally gambling that they were as bad as I thought.
I winked at one and he paused, Donnie's cock slamming into my mouth over and over. I waggled my eyebrows best I could, and he pointed to himself, I did my best to nod…
"Hey man!" the guy pounded on the machine, "We want a turn!"
"Fuck off!" Donnie raged, speeding up.
Everything seemed far away now as my vision shrank into a pinprick…
"We want a piece man…you had your fun…our turn!"
"He's mine!" Donnie growled.
"Don't you want to watch us fuck him to death?"
He slowed, only slightly…
"Come on man, throw him on the pool table, let's see how much he can take!"
He paused and looked down at me, "You wanna die in here, or on the pool table?"
I couldn't respond, I was losing consciousness.
"Come on Donny…we want some." I hear someone cry.
And then nothing.
Tim
Dick woke up to being fucked.
Conner's massive tool tore into his tender ass like a knife into butter and he let out a loud moan. I watched those two perfect mounds of muscle get bruised as Conner grasped them tightly and pounded into Nightwing's hole. Dick moaned again and Conner slapped his ass, making it jiggle from the impact.
"Still tight?" I asked him, hearing Wally whimper from the corner.
"Could be tighter," he says, looking at me with an evil grin.
I leaned over and kissed him, both of us drowning in the desire to just fuck Dick until he passed out. It was a primal urge, to just use him over and over…no mercy, no pause…just breed him until our seed dripped out of his aching hole. I realized I was watching again as the other me broke away from the kiss, "Pull him up."
"Don't," I said as Conner pulled Dick upright, still riding that cock. The only person who could hear me was other me and he was ignoring me.
"This is how things should be," future me said, sliding between Dick's legs, "You waste so much time on trying to be the good Robin, the dutiful son, the caring brother…we are a thousand times smarter than all of them and even better…" he lined his cock next to Conner's, "We have the will to do what others won't."
I watched as my cock plunged into Dick's ass, his hole busted open by both of us.
"FUCK!" Dick cried to the heavens, his whole body tensing up for one brief moment before going slack between us.
"You like that Dick?" other me growled as my older brother just laid there, letting us fuck him, "You like being our cunt?"
Drool spilled form his mouth as he tried to nod, the only sound coming from him a muffled grunt every time we pulled him completely down on us.
"You are mine, you get that? MINE!" Other me accented his words by thrusting up, making the nearly comatose Nightwing gasp as he felt the full length of conner and my cock break him, "No matter what happens, no matter who tells you different, you belong to me and this pack. Right?"
Dick's head fell to the side, "Yessssiiirrr…" he slurred, still trying to comprehend his ass being filled so much.
I grabbed his throat and made him look at me, "Say it with meaning, who do you love?"
"Ease up!" I screamed at myself.
He backhanded me and I mentally fell back onto the bed as my body squeezed Dick's throat, "Tell me whore…who do you love the most?"
With ragged breath he was able to say, "You…only you…"
The laugh I made was unlike anything I had made before, it sent chills down my spine as he let go and just grabbed Dick's hips and began forcing him down on they both pushed up. Each time mad Dick's muscular arms twitch like a toy that had a short. I looked over at Wally and saw his cock was throbbing, head purple as he strained at the chair.
"This is what you were made for Dick…to be fucked like the whore you are…you'd let anyone fuck you, wouldn't you?"
I would," he gasped, slowly coming back, "Need cock…"
Never looking away from Wally I kept asking, "If I told you to fuck a stranger, would you?"
He nodded, his hands weakly holding on to my shoulders, "Anyone…need it…"
"What if I took you and auctioned you off to the highest bidder…to be their fuckdog for the rest of your life…what would you say?"
"Anything," he panted, slowly pushing back against us, "Anything you want…"
"What if I put you on the street? Naked with a sign that said fuck me for 2 bucks, what would you do?"
"Please fuck me…" he whined, speeding up, riding both cocks now like a champ, "Please, anyone, fuck me…"
I could feel the hurt in Wally even as it was replaced with the desire to use Dick, hard…to breed him not cause he loved him…but because he was a hole that needed to be filled.
I nodded once and Wally was gone, suddenly standing on the bed, cock in front od Dick's mouth, "Fucking suck me off you cunt!" he said, pulling Dick's mouth onto him. Dick gagged once as the three of us had our way. Not giving him a second to think or react, just using his holes for our own pleasure as he struggled to keep up.
"Why?" I asked myself, watching Nightwing slowly and surely destroy himself on these cocks…there would be no coming back from this, he was burning the old Dick out of him inch by inch. What would be left would be an eager slut that went around begging to be fucked by us, why would he want this?
"I don't want it," future me said with a smile, "You keep forgetting…"
And I was fucking Dick, my hands were holding him down, my cock was slamming up into him.
And. It. Felt. FANTASTIC!
"This is your plan," I heard myself whisper in my ear as I began to thrust wildly, about to blow my load up into him.
Dick screamed around Wally's cock as he felt our loads fill him, his own cock exploding between Conner and I as he realized he had served his purpose, he had pleasured the pack. Wally held his face to his cock, making sure he shot every single drop down that fucking throat he could, Dick choking to keep up with the speedster's load and failing.
Conner and I fell back onto the bed, covered in cum and sweat…exhausted…
Except Dick…who was still riding out softening cocks, "Fuck me…please fuck me…" over and over again.
I smiled as my eyes closed…all according to plan.
Bart
I woke up, which was a good thing.
I woke up face down on a pool table with someone eating me out, which wasn't an all bad thing.
I woke up and tried to tell the computer to cancel the program and all that came out of was horse mess of sounds, which did nothing.
And that was a bad thing.
Without the lenses I couldn't access the interface which meant I couldn't stop the program. I was trying to clear my throat but whoever the fuck had their tongue up my ass knew what they were doing. I grunted as I felt myself shift, trying to impale myself on it at the same time I tried to get up.
Yeah, this was all bad.
"Look," one of the gang sneered, "The fucking slut likes it, he's backing up!"
I hated that he was right, but this was ticking off way too many boxes for me and I was fighting my own urgers just to go with it. I looked behind me and saw Donnie standing there, arm around some other thug as the rest of his gang watched.
"What's wrong Preppie?" Donnie asked, disdain dripping from every word, "Itchy cunt?"
I tried to talk again but all I got out was garbled noises…fuck.
The guy stopped and stood up, my ass already missing his tongue. "He looks stressed," he said to Donnie, "Doesn't he look stressed?"
Donnie just glared at me and nodded, stranding up and walking over to the bar, "Hit me."
The bartender handed him a bottle of something, maybe whiskey? Donnie walked over to me, "Spread them legs slut." I shook my head, trying to plead with him but my throat was wrecked, all I could do was make noise. "Grab his legs," he commanded, and his guys took hold of my ankles and spread my legs wide.
I struggled, what else could I do? They held me down as Donnie put the bottle to my ass, "Drink up."
I shook my head as I felt the walls of my ass burn from the alcohol, shit…this was bad. I had never been drunk before, it was impossible with my metabolism, but right now, since it was Donnie…I had nothing. I felt the warmth flood my hole and then spread out, and I stopped fighting.
I collapsed onto the table as I was instantly shit faced from the whiskey enema. My head spun as they laughed, letting my legs go. The room spun around me as they began to undress, their words meaningless as they taunted me.
This was what it felt like to be drunk? And people liked it? Nothing worked, my body seemed full seconds out of sync with my body as I tried to sit up. I moaned as I fell back to the felt top of the pool table, more laughter and talking…oh god I couldn't focus…
Someone was slapping my face and I tried to stop my vision from blurring. One of Donnie's guys, tall, Nordic looking guy with a black, sleeveless vest on and nothing underneath. I could see every line of his abs as he moved between my legs. His cock was long, it reminded me of Tim, skinny skater punks…
I laughed and he paused, and slapped me hard, "Focus up cunt," he snarled, "I want you awake for this."
I had no idea what he meant until I felt his cock force it's way into my ass. A groan escapes my lips as I arch my back, oh god it feels so good! He doesn't stop, doesn't pause, just shoves almost nine inches of punk cock into me until his pubes are pressed against my ass.
"Fuck preppie," he said as he moved his hands over my abs, "You're built as fuck."
His touch is rough and impersonal, and it just turns me on all the more. He grabs my hips and pulls me down onto him, shoving himself even deeper into me. God I hadn't been fucked like this in forever, just a good old fashioned grudge fuck, no emotion, no caring, just animal sex by a stranger. This had been my drug of choice growing up, just wandering into dark, VR rooms and letting men use me until I came. Being passed around, degraded, used like a whore, the whole time them marveling that a tight, little fuck like me was in here.
I knew I had to stop this, to get Donnie out of this memory trap, but right now I felt myself push back onto this thugs cock, sobbing for more as his friends watched.
"Oh, preppie likes it!" someone called out as the rest of them began to holler, "Come on fag, fuck yourself on that cock!"
I was so out of it that it took me a second to realize I was doing just that. He had stopped moving and I was grinding back, slowly fucking myself on that cock, touching myself in all the right places. Realizing he wasn't going to do anything I reached up and grabbed his shoulders and pulled myself up onto him.
"FUCK!" I cried out as I felt my weight press down on him, even more of him was in me now as I laid my head on his shoulder, wanting so much more.
"Come on preppie," he whispered in my ear, "Ride that cock like the slut you are."
Achingly slow I pulled myself up off his cock, feeling his shaft push my walls apart with the most delicious pain, "Do it," he hissed, and I slammed back down, impaling myself fully on him.
"SHIT!" I screamed as he moved my hips up, he pushed me down harder and I saw lights dance in front of my face. I began to ride him, slowly gaining strength as I felt him slam into me, harder and harder…until the arcade was filled with the sound of my flesh slapping against his. His friends cheered him on as they watched me rut against his cock like a fucking crack whore, working for another hit.
They began to chant as I worked up a sweat, riding this nameless thug like my life depended on it. His slate gray eyes watched me work his cock, the only show of emotion was a small twitch of his face as he watched me unspool on him. I leaned in to kiss him, lost in the moment…
That was a mistake.
He grabbed my throat and slammed me down onto the table, knocking the wind out my lungs. His hand squeezed as he pushed his cock into me, "Fucking think I'm a fag?" he growled, fucking me savagely, slamming his cock over and over without pause. I groaned as I felt him speed up, not caring if I was liking it or not.
I gagged as I tried to breathe, his eyes boring into mine as he fucked me, my own cock throbbed, it was like this guy knew I liked being choked. I know the computer was trying to rape me but so far it was pulling out all my greatest kinks.
But this was too much, he was just bludgeoning me with his cock and I felt my eyes roll back…this was no longer fun.
"Don't fucking kill him" one of other guys said, slapping his hand away, "We all want a turn."
I began coughing as I drew air, this asshole was still fucking me!
He thrust twice into me, "Fucking take my load you preppie cunt!"
I felt his cock expand and my ass was filled with a warmth as he unloaded into me. He slid his cock out and laughed, "Nice ride cunt."
I laid there, moaning, wishing I had my healing back. I was hurt, my throat was even worse now and my ass felt like it was on fire.
The new guy looked down at me, "How's that pussy?" he asked, his fingers easily entering my abused hole. "Shit…you wrecked him!"
The Nordic guy shrugged as he zipped up his jeans, "I got mine."
"So you liked that?" he asked, I shook my head and he laughed, "Then why you leaking so bad?"
He grabbed my cock and I gasped, I was so close to shooting.
"See I think you wanted more," he said walking away from the table, "So let's give you more."
He walked over to me with a pool cue, "How about some nine ball?"
He turned it around and shoved the handle into me, I screamed as I felt my ass get speared with the pool cue, he ravished me with it, stabbing into me repeatedly, making me cry out in pain. The laugher of the rest of them was deafening as they heard me scream.
All of them but Donnie, who was just watching.
Once the pool cue had slack he put it down and then put his hand in one of the pockets, "Three ball…side pocket."
I tried to tell him no as he pressed the ball against my hole, the sound that came out of my mouth was inhuman as he pushed harder and harder…until it popped into me. I felt the weight of the heavy ball lodge in me, and I felt my cock twitch. Oh god no…not this.
"Oh, lookie there! Preppie likes this game," he said, grabbing another ball, "Five ball," and shoved it in, I felt it press down next to the other one and again my cock lurched, the weight was pressing down on my prostate…oh please don't let me like this!
"More! More!" the crowd cheered as he shoved one after another until the pressure became pain became unbearable.
All I could do was let out a ravaged scream, my throat was too far gone for words as they cheered him on. "What else can we get up there?" he said, looking around.
I sobbed, trying my hardest to say something, anything…
"Stop."
Everyone froze as Donnie stepped forward.
I looked up at him, tears rolling down my face as I silently pleaded with him.
"You gonna fuck him Donny?" one of the guys said, "You wanna fuck him to death?"
"Yeah," one of them said in his ear, "I wanna see him cum as he dies…we can ditch him in Bludhaven bay…come on Donny, you want it…"
Cold horror fell on me as I realized this was all taken from his memory, this wasn't the computer making a horror movie, this was the computer processing latent memories. As I looked into Donnie's eyes I could see, this was who he was, this was who he had always been, a thug, a punk, a killer…
And I felt my heart break in that second.
Donnie pressed his hands to his head and screamed, the entire arcade shimmering for a moment, "NO" he screamed, "THIS ISN'T ME!" the people wavered and then vanished as he raised his head and let out a howl that sounded like it came straight from his soul. The arcade flickered twice, the walls and surfaces returning to the basic grid of the training room…
"I AM NOT YOU!" he screamed, tearing at his hair, "Get…the…fuck…out!"
There was a deafening shrill as the computer broke connection and the data transfer was exposed. The arcade exploded into a shower of lights as I fell to the ground, the table, balls and everything else vanished as we were left in the training room.
I couldn't move I was in so much pain, but it was nothing compared to the pain coming off of Donnie as he knelt there…sobbing.
I tried to say his name and he looked up, seeing I was looking at him he rushed towards me, "Bart! Pup…are you ok?"
I shook my head.
"Ok hold on," he said picking me up like I weighed nothing, "I'm gonna get you to the med place."
I nodded and leaned my head against him as he raced me to the medlab, feeling my consciousness fade.
Tim
I woke up instantly, the feeling of dread coming through the link like ice cold water.
Conner felt it too and we both jumped out of bed and raced out of the room, leaving Dick and Wally to sleep. We got to the medlab and Bart was in one of the regenerator capsules, Donnie looking down at him, his face stained with tears.
"What happened?" I asked, moving to the readouts, Bart was suffering from blunt force trauma, strangulation and…what the hell was wrong with his ass?
"I did," Donnie said grimly, "Listen to me," as soon as he spoke it became an order, "I need you two to do something for me."
Both Conner and I nodded, waiting for our orders.
"I need you to kill me."
His words hit and we both screamed in pain as the order moved through our brain, the contradictory nature of the command causing intense feedback in our brains. I screamed at Donnie to take it back as Conner whined, dropping to his knees, pleading with him…
"Shit," Donnie snarled, "Forget it, I take it back."
The pain vanished and we collapsed onto the floor.
"Fuck me," he said, walking around the lab, looking for something to stab himself with, "I'll do it myself."
"Wait," I said, struggling to stand, "What happened?"
He spun to look at me, "I told you, I did! I happened! Look at him," he said pointing to Bart, "I was ready to kill him! It's me! I'm the fucking bad guy!"
His words made no sense, but the memories he was projecting made it clear what had happened. I felt my blood chill as the events of the past hour danced through my mind, the only thing that made it worse was the calm joy that the other Donnie had felt watching it.
"He's in here!" he said, tapping his head, "I was screaming at him to stop the whole time and it was nothing! You have to kill me, you have to kill me before he kills you all. Don't you get it? I'm a monster, a mistake…I shouldn't be here…" he fell to his knees, "I shouldn't be anywhere."
Conner rushed to him, embracing him as he wept. I, on the other hand, looked down at Bart. The table was healing him sure but without Donnie's interference he was healing himself. I reached out with the link and woke him up.
His eyes popped open, those golden orbs looking up at me in a panic.
I smiled and sent feelings of reassurance to him. I was about to say something and he was gone.
I heard Conner gasp as something moved past him and Donnie and Bart stood there, his lenses in the palm of his hand. Without a word he clenched his fist, there was a ultra-sonic squeal as he crushed them completely.
Donnie looked up at him, "Bart, I am…"
Another blur and I felt myself be pulled to the ground next to Conner and our heads were pushed together…
Bart concentrated and pulled us into the soul link…
A void less space where our souls stood.
Donnie looked like he had walked out of an 80's video while Conner had a modified version of Clark's uniform on, Bart was dressed as Kid Flash and I looked down at myself…
Of course, I was dressed as him, as the me who became Batman.
Donnie looked at us, "Why the fuck are you all dressed like that?"
Conner looked down and I saw his face redden, "Oh…this is what I always imagined I would if I ever became Superman."
Bart smiled, "This has always been what I wanted to be, I never wanted to be the Flash, I just wanted to be Kid Flash forever…"
They looked at me, "What they said, why are we here Bart?"
The knew I was lying but they moved on.
Bart opened his mouth when Donnie blurted out, "Bart you have to…"
"Stop," he said holding his hand up, shocking all of us by telling Donnie what to do, "One, I am fine, two, you are blaming yourself, and I don't think you are looking at this correctly."
Donnie paused, curious but also not sure how to process being told what to do.
"You think you attacked me, that you just tried to kill me."
"I did!" he said, emotion cracking his voice.
"No, you didn't," Bart said firmly, "That was fragments of the old Donny's memories, made real by the synaptic link, that had nothing to do with you."
"It had everything to do with you! I was choking you in the game!"
Bart shook his head, "I told you, you're not looking at this correctly."
"Then enlighten us Bart," I snapped, trying to change the way I looked and failing.
"You didn't try to kill me, you saved me."
Donnie's mouth closed.
"The link animated a fragment of memory and made it real sure, it's like PTSD, the memory becomes reality, and you can't tell the difference but you, you broke it! You fought past it and broke the program! Donnie, you saved me! You aren't that guy, you never were, you just have some bullshit left in here from him, but you are your own person, you just proved that."
I could feel the slow realization dawn through him.
"That guy," Bart said, moving towards Donnie, "He is a piece of trash, no doubt, but you aren't him! Can't you see that? You're your own person."
"I don't even know who I am!" he admitted.
"Yeah," I said trying to abolish my own doubts, "But you know who you don't want to be, and sometimes that is enough."
Bart nodded, "See? That's why he's dressed like that, that Tim is a monster, in that future we all were." The memories of our dark selves filled the space and Donnie saw the men they could all grow up to be. "But he chose to be better, to be more…you can do that too! You don't have to be that monster!"
"I'm just a clone," Donnie said, doubt radiating off him.
"And?" Conner added, "Am I just a clone?"
More realization from Donnie as his thoughts raced.
"Please Donnie," Bart said, grabbing his hand, "You saved me…please…" he pressed his head against Donnie hand and I could feel the sheer love radiate out of him, filling the space with emotion. Conner took his other hand and did the same, they stood there, surrounded by their love…healing each other…bonding…becoming closer…
"What's wrong Timmy?" I head in my ear, "Go hug it out…be one of them…oh that's right, you aren't."
I turned to see him staring at me, he just smiled, "You're never going to be one of them, know why?"
I grabbed him and pulled him close, "Leave me alone."
He just grinned, "Because no matter how much you try…you will never be a follower. We can't be, those people, those idiots, they are what are is just sheep. Donnie over there might not be a monster…but you know we are."
"SHUT UP!" I screamed and the link was broken.
We all knelt there in the medbay, the three of them looking at me in confusion.
Donnie opened his mouth to say something when there was a tone throughout the tower, "Hey Tony Hawk," Amada Waller's voice echoed through the room, "Answer your god damn phone before I send someone there to do it for you."
I got up and walked over to one of the command panels and saw there was an incoming communication line. I opened it and Amanda's face filled the screen, looking at us. Sighing she said, "Is it a white boy thing or do none of you own any pants?"
I focused the camera on me, "What did you need," I asked, even though I felt like I already knew the what she was going to say. There was a familiarity about all this that I couldn't shake.
"I was just served a federal warrant to hand over the statis tube of Rudy Jones over for transfer to the Metropolis Metahuman Detention Center."
"The prison Lex runs," I said, again feeling like we'd had this conversation before.
"The one and the same, he got some judge to sign over one of the most powerful metahumans to him, they are in route now." I saw data packets move to the consoles, "That's the GPS signal, I don't need to say it, if Lex gets his hand on Rudy…"
"It's over, I know," I said, I could see the reflection of my other self behind me, smiling the whole time.
"Well I hope you and your friends can handle this, cause I am fresh out of bodies."
I said nothing, looking at myself behind me, he tapped the nonexistent watch on his wrist, "Tick Tock."
And thought I couldn't fight it, I had the feeling I was about to make the worst decision of my life.
"Titans suit up," I said closing the connection, "We got a mission."
Everyone began moving as one, Dick and Wally changing in the room above, Conner going to put his clothes on…and me, looking at myself who was slowly clapping at me.
"A fantastic performance…you had me convinced."
I closed my eyes and banished these thoughts, I turned around and headed to the armory. This was the plan, now we execute it. We had to stop that truck and make sure Rudy didn't get to Lex, no matter what.
That was the plan.
Right?
Right?