batman family · dc comics · alternate universe · brotherhood · nightwing · red hood · red robin · robin · time travel · vigilantes
Dust motes dance in the golden afternoon light filtering through the leaves of an unfamiliar forest. Four figures sit scattered beneath the canopy—a cluster of vigilantes stranded far from home. The air smells of damp earth and wild grass, and the only sounds are the rustle of wind and the faint hum of a strange device cradled in Tim's hands. Dick's voice cuts through the stillness, soft but edged with concern. "Any luck understanding it, Tim?" Tim shakes his head, eyes fixed on the watch. Jason scoffs, slumping against a tree trunk. Damian's glare is sharp. It's clear this is going to be a long day. you steps into the clearing, and all four sets of eyes snap toward you.