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Darkness swirled around him. A dull pounding pulsed through his head. Tim groaned. He cracked his eyes open. He blinked.
The underside of his mahogany desk stared down at him. He rubbed his eyes.
The fabric of his shirt crinkled as he lifted his arm. His internal clock told him it was somewhere around late afternoon.
Why was he in his business suite staring at the bottom of his desk at, he looked at his watch, seven-thirty????
He should have been home by now, prepping his last reports before patrol.
Which begged the question. Why wasn’t he?
He sat up. Pain shot through his head. He winced.
If he had to take a guess. It probably had something to do with this headache.
He gritted his teeth. If this was Damian’s surprise attack check up, the kid was sooo gonna get it. Bruce’s robin or not.
He used the desk to pull himself up. He looked around. Okay, slight problem.
This wasn’t his office.
It looked like his office. And he could clearly see the door number and Wayne logo on his door.
But the decorations were all wrong. His chair was a different color and…
He flipped the bar. 'Tim Drake, Secretary'.
Yeah, there was no way.
This had to be an elaborate prank from Damian. Although to go to such lengths probably meant Dick had helped him. Though Jason loved a well-placed prank too.
He tried to think of anything that could have potentially angered the Red Hood into joining Robin to prank him.
He stopped at the three second mark. Yeah, there was a lot he did every day that angered the Hood.
It didn’t really take much when his very existence infuriated him.
But he didn’t think he had done anything recently to get him to join forces with Damian. Hood and Robin were constantly poking at each other.
Their team ups rarely happened and usually ended in mass chaos. Nightwing was too happy to see them working together to try and stop it, most of the time that was.
The floor secretary walked in.
“Are you all right Mr. Drake?
Tim pulled his shirt straight in an attempt to unwrinkled it.
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? I thought I heard a thump.”
Tim cleared his throat. “It was nothing. I just dropped something is all.”
The secretary frowned. “Well in that case. Here are the reports you wanted. She strode over to his desk and set a pile of papers on his desk.
He grimaced. “ What are the reports for again?”
She looked at him sharply. “They’re the research on the charity that you wanted to read before the merger was put through.”
He frowned. “Daisy Charity?”
The secretary huffed. “Yes, you insisted on going through them all before the deal with Lex Corp. was finalized.
I’m assuming you changed your mind after your talk with Mr. Luthor then?”
Tim paled.
“...And I don’t suppose it would have killed you to let me know earlier that you didn’t need them.”
The secretary sighed. She leaned over to pick them up.
“No.”
She stopped.
“I mean.” He licked his lips. “You can leave them. After all you did go to all of the work to gather them for me.” He smiled weakly.
She gave him an odd look. “Fine.” She started to walk out of the office.
“Thanks for all you help Elizabeth.”
“Your returning them to Hank when you done.” She stopped at the door and glared at him “And it’s Betsie, Mr. Drake.”
“Right, right. Sorry Betsie.”
She shut the door behind her.
Tim collapsed on the seat behind him. He rested his head in his hands.
This just got a lot more complicated. He remembered now. With the headache he had forgotten, but at the mention of Luthor it had come back.
He was supposed to have a meeting with Luthor this the afternoon. Lexcorp had wanted to merge one of their research departments, of course, he would never let it go through. But Luthor was too powerful to just tell him that over the phone.
What he had not expected was for Luthor to know that, and for him to show up early. He'd surprised Tim by showing up in his office with a powerpoint full of reasons for the merger. Tim had refused.
Then the lady behind Luthor had revealed a mechanical arm of all things.
He had managed to duck the first blast. He'd been shocked that his desk hadn't been gutted by it. Only to realize that it wasn’t bullets she was shooting but some sort of portal wavelengths.
He couldn’t reveal to Luthor he was Red Robin, he had made a mad dash for the panic button under the desk.
One of the portals crashed into him just as he hit the alert button.
Yep, there was no way around it. He was in an alternate world. He sighed. Just what he needed. Why couldn’t he ever have a normal week?
Judging from what ‘Betsie’ said, it sounded like a similar meeting had taken place here.
But if he was here and this world’s Tim Drake wasn’t.
That begged the question, just where was Tim Drake??
Would he have been sent to Tim’s world or would he have gotten sent to another?
He looked at his laptop. He squared his shoulders. He couldn’t do anything without information.
First get the facts, then go from there. He just needed to figure out a way to get back home, find the other Tim Drake, and then return him to whatever world this was.
He could do this. He was Red Robin, he fought crazy madmen for fun. He opened the computer and took a deep breath.
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Four hours later and Tim was about ready to throw himself out the window.
This world had nothing! No Justice League, no Superman, no Roderigo’s coffee and café. And most importantly, no Batman.
In fact, there were no Bats of any kind in this world. Bruce Wayne was just a businessman. Dick was a cop in Bludhaven, the oldest adopted son of Bruce Wayne. Jason was a student at Gotham university and Damian Wayne went to Gotham elementary.
Apparently, in this world Bruce never took Tim Drake in. In fact, Jack and Janet hadn’t died until his sixteenth birthday.
Other him had gotten a job at Wayne tech and had worked his way up till he was Bruce Wayne’s personal secretary. Which how he had pulled that off he wasn't entirely sure. The Drake name was powerful but not that powerful.
There were no speedsters- aliens in outer space were just a theory, and there were no villains or otherwise world ending catastrophes.
The technology here was years behind anything in his world. At this rate he’d be lucky if he could get a signal back to his earth at all.
This just got a lot more complicated.
Across Gotham…
Sir, I think you may want to take a look at this. We just got a rather unusual notification from your office. It appears Master Drake is up to his old tricks again.
“Really, is that so?”
How terribly naïve of him. Well, we might just have to pay him a little visit then.”