-PART FIFTY!!!! Idea by requested by  Anonymous6275 !-

-the best "Family" stock photos are the ones where it looks like their being held at gunpoint-

-Ages:-

24

19

14

8

"Hey, are you alright?"

Dick squinted, a person crouching over him swam into vision.

"Dami?" He asked, it looked a bit like Damian, and wore the suit, but the voice wasn't Damian's at all.

"Playing dressup?" Dick stared up, a little scared. the man just smiled down at him, amused.  "I admit, it's a great costume, but it's dangerous to be out here; as I guess you've seen..." He helped Dick sit up.  "Do you know where your house is?"

"Who are you?" Dick asked, rubbing his throbbing head. He had no clue where he was, or what was happening. As his eyes focussed, he could see that the man over him didn't even look that much like Damian. "...I want Nightwing?"

The guy in the Nightwing suit smiled sympathetically. "Right here. What's you're name?"

Dick frowned, confused and worried. Where was Damian? Why was this guy dressed as him? and why couldn't he tell who he was? "Robin."

The guy smiled, laughing a little. "Okay, Robin. I really like your costume, but we already have a Robin." He joked, pulling a bandaid from his belt and quickly applying it over a scuff on Dick's knee.
"Can you tell me your parent's phone number? It's really not safe for you to be out here."

Dick stared at the guy like he was crazy. "I'm Robin! " He exclaimed, wondering where Damian was. "I want Nightwing!"

The man sighed a little. "Listen, if I have to do any fighting tonight, you could hurt. Let's get you home."

"I'm Robin!" Dick explained, confused. "I know Batman."

"I know, okay." The guy stared at him, trying to... well Dick wasn't sure what he was trying to do, but it seemed tired. "Well, If I take you to see Robin, can you tell me where your house is?"

Dick frowned "I am Robin!"

The guy nodded a little. "Okay, Robin. Well we know the police commissioner: commissioner Gordon, if we can take you to see him, he'll help find your parents."

"No!" Dick ordered. "Not Nightwing! I'll tell Batman!" Dick told him, trying to sound brave, though quite scared now.

"Okay, calm down." Fake-Nightwing told him. He reached up ad tapped his ear. "Nightwing to batcave. We have a situation." He paused. "Yeah- We've got a new Robin on our hands... No I don't know if he's an orphan! We need to get him home safe-" He paused and lowered his hand, turning to Dick. 
"You use He and Him, right?"

"yes." Dick replied. He didn't know what that meant.

"One sec," Fake-Nightwing tapped his comm again. "We need to get him home safe, but he wouldn't tell me what his name is, or who his parent's are! He's wearing a Robin costume- pretty impressive actually, it looks like one of my old ones. ...Actually yes. Exactly. He keeps saying his name is Robin."

"I am Robin!" Dick told him.  

"I'll try." Fake-Nightwing lowered his hand, sighing. "Alright. I called Batman."

"You didn't!" Dick told him. "You're not Nightwing!"

The man sighed. "Okay, lets go to the batcave, and find a way to get you back to your parents, I bet they're worried."

Dick thought this sounded stranger-danger, but put on a brave face. "Batman knows me!"

"Okay, buddy, follow me." Fake-Nightwing sighed.

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"Batman!" Dick shouted, pulling away from Fake-nightwing. He tried to hide behind Bruce's leg, but was caught with a batglare. He froze. 

"Nightwing." He grunted. "I thought you were taking him to Gordon."

"He insisted that he knew you. I thought we could use the batcomputer to find out who he is." Fake-Nightwing told him. "And I mean come on. He's adorable."

Dick frowned, and looked up at Batman. "That's not Damian!"

Bruce seemed slightly surprised by what he said. "Damian?"

"Where's Damian?" Dick asked his father

"Do you know Damian?" Bruce asked Dick sternly, glaring down at him.

Dick didn't know what to say. "Yes." He stared back up at his father, confused. "Bruce?"

Bruce seemed very taken aback. "What!"

"Bruce?" Dick asked again. "You're being scary! I want Damian!" He stared up at Bruce. Under his mask, his eyes flooded with tears. Why was Bruce snapping at him? Bruce was scaring him!

"B, come on." Fake-nightwing ran over and swept him off the floor, setting him ontop of the med table. "He's like six!" The young man protested. He grabbed a tissue for the little boy, and took off the child's mask. "Shh, it's okay. He didn't mean to scare you..."

Okay, that was the capstone of surprise for Bruce. The second the mask was off, he could certainly recognise the little boy.

"Dick?"

"Yeah?" The young man asked.

"Yeah?" The child asked.

That confirmed it. "Dick, what are you doing here?" He asked, trying to sound more sympathetic, sweeping off his cowl.

"What's happening? Dick, the older one, asked

"It's you." Bruce told him. "This little boy is you from when you were about eight."

"oh." Dick(Sr.) frowned, processing

"Dick, can you tell us how you got here?" Bruce asked. Immediately Dick began sobbing and sniffling words in his mother tongue. 

Bruce tried to listen in detail, but his brain was spinning. Was this Dick sent here from the past? if so, who did he know who Damian was? How did he know what the nightwing suit looked like, but couldn't put a full sentence together in English.

"I could understand him- me." Dick(Sr.) told him. "Too much crying, do you still remember..."

Bruce looked at him, offended. "Of course I remember how to speak Romani, Dick." He scolded. "He- you were just saying that he was patrolling with his brothers, and Damian told him to stay on the roof and watch, and then something his head, and you woke him up and scared him."

"Oh, sorry." He told his child self awkwardly. "Wait, patrolling with his- my brothers? But he- I'm eight? Nope! this is confusing! He's eight, how would Damian be telling him what to to? Damian wasn't alive wen I was eight. Tim wasn't around when I was eight! and Jay was a toddler!"

Bruce turned back to the sobbing child and asked him to elaborate. after a few minutes (daddybats can always decipher what a child says while crying), he turned back to his oldest boy, unable to hide his confusion.

"He says that he's the youngest."

"What?" Dick asked.

"He said that Damian is grown up, Tim is a teen, Jason is fourteen, and he's eight." Bruce told him.

"But that's impossible! Damian's eight- well, nine, Tim's fourteen..." He trailed off.

Bruce returned to the boy. "You are Robin." the child nodded. "Who is Damian?"

"Night?" Dickie sniffled. "Wing?"

Bruce locked eyes with his eldest. "Who's Tim?"

Dick whimpered a little, still crying from how scared he was. "Red." He replied.

"Red Robin?" Bruce asked. The boy nodded.

"What? An alternate timeline?" Dick asked. "But how did it merge? How did he get here?"

Before Bruce could answer, there was the roar of a motorcycle, and Jason ripped into the cave, hopping off his bike before it even stopped. "I have something for you."

"Jason. We're busy." Bruce snapped at him. 

"And so am I, old man!" Jason spat, gesturing to the end of his bike. 

"Jay! I told you not to tie prisoners onto the back of your bike!" Dick exclaimed. "It's SO dangerous."

"Yeah? Well he was being a little shit." Jason cut his prisoner free off his bike, letting them get a good look at the fourteen year old kid.

Uh oh.

-A part two will be coming soon. Tell me what you want in that one down below!-