Chapter 2

Red Hood had shifted to a defensive position before his vision had fully adapted to his new surroundings. His vigilante sixth sense was telling him that the two Robins were both somewhere behind him, and neither were making any noises that would indicate any manner of wounds.

His vision cleared, and Hood suddenly realized something. He was not currently the Red Hood. Right now he was Jason Peter Todd. Leather jacket and all. And… seemed to be in Wayne manor. This made no sense.

He didn't see any attackers… turning around slightly, he saw Tim and Damian, both in civvies, both looking as confused as their older brother.

"What is going on?" Jason demanded, eyes flicking back and forth, checking for hidden cameras; anything to indicate who their captors were. And was it safe to use real names? Their masks were off and they were in Wayne manor, so their identities were probably lost. But if they weren't, was there any reason to give themselves away?

Of course, if they weren't captured, and their civilian selves were the targets, maybe if they used code names that would give away their secret identities. All these thoughts passed in a split second, more in feeling and instinct than in words. Jason knew the same thoughts had flashed through both his brother's minds.

"I don't think we've been captured." Tim said, straightening. "This was Tachyon's energy. We've been teleported. Now we need to see if anyone was taken with us. If the energy picked up anyone else before reconveening with itself."

"Is that possible?" Jason wondered, before scanning the room.

"I think so… something else is weird. I can't touch anything." This was true. Tim's feet hovered about an inch off the ground, like he was walking on an invisible layer of ice. His hand ghosted through the walls. Damian was in the same predicament, but Jason was as solid as could be.

"I think we're in a temporary state of phase." Tim decided. "We must have been to much to get teleported all at once, so Damian and I aren't all here yet."

"This is ridiculous. Are we going to be forced to stay in this state? And why must I be in it with you?" Damian grouched annoyedly.

"I think we'll solidify here later. Judging by the information we have from previous exposure to the energy, I'd say we'll be solid, in this room, in a week. No negative side effects. And as for why Jason is solid, I think that was just random chance."

"Lovely. I'll be here in a mansion haunted by the Replacement and the Demon Spawn. Just what I always wanted."

"Actually, I think we'll be transported to an inbetween state for a while. We won't be in the mansion at all until we solidify in a week."

"This just got way to confusing for me."

And it's probably far too confusing to expect anyone to understand by reading it! If you did, good job! If you did not, here's the basic condensed version.

Jason is in a parallel universe Wayne manor. He is normal and solid.

Tim and Damian are intangible, and will disappear to another dimension for a week before also being normal in the manor. The reasoning behind this is not really important to the story line. Now that that confusingness is sorted out - o

"That's not surprising." Tim looked over the room before sighing. "Looks like we're in an alternate universe version of the mansion. But… it doesn't seem to have the defences ours does… and look. Damian gouged this wood with a shuriken he tried to throw at my head. There's no mark here."

"It is unfortunate that I missed, Drake. Any world would be a better place devoid of your presence."

"I'm saying it's possible that over here we're civilians and only civilians. Be careful with what you let slip."

"You be careful Drake, restrictions were made for inferior beings such as you."

"Who won our last spar, again?"

The argument was cut off by both boys looking confused before Tim spoke up again. "I think we're disappearing now. See you right here in a week, Jason."

The boys faded away, and Jason was left in an unfamiliar universe in a manson he tried to avoid in his own world. Yippee. And then he heard a child crying.

Moving to the door and pulling it open in one smooth motion, Jason saw… Dick. But not Dick as they knew him: this Dick Grayson was no more than 8 years old.