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Tim fell. Then he crashes, on the floor. He was smiling, thinking about his mentor, his father. The last thing he felt was his smile, and the sounds of the living city around him. The light all around him, red and blue coming close to him.
He felt nothing.
He was tired.
He closed his eyes.
Everything would be right now, his father was coming home.
(But Tim wasn’t)
Curiously, he woke up with a headache. The light was so bright that he had to blank multiple time before really opened his eyes. He was a bit dizzy, but the young man put this on the morning.
When he started to really emerged, he noticed that he wasn’t in his room.
But it was ?
Looking around, he understood that it was his old room. From drake manor.
But it wasn’t the same at his last visit. There were no dust, in fact it was full of item that where supposed to be in Wayne manor.
His skateboard, some homework on his desk, with his camera, pictures and news on his cork-board.
All about robin and Batman.
Batman.
Suddenly he jumped off his bed, maybe too fast because he got a dull ache in his head, black point was dancing on his vision and the world was turning around him, he took a little time to clear his head before looking for his computer.
He found it without hesitation, he knew like his pocket this room, like if he never left.
He didn’t really question why he was here, or why the world was bigger than he remember.
He was too focus on his computer, writing his password , going on the net and seeking for information about batman.
Seeking on subreddit, the news. He finally find a recent photo of batman.
From 1h ago.
He looked at the stature of the hero, it was not the gymnastic stature of his brother Dick, it was the athletic stature of Bruce. He released his breath that he didn’t notice he held. Bruce was back, everything is alright, he manage it.
A smile appeared on his face.
His headache was still here but it wasn’t playing drums anymore.
Yet when he looked back to the photo, something was off.
There were someone next to Batman. He frowned and focus back on it, zoom in on the picture.
There were a robin. For a moment he thought it could be Damian, but. He noticed the costume , it wasn’t Damian’s.
The costume of this robin wasn’t even his own, it didn’t have pants.
The skin of the boy wasn’t tan or light as him, the hair curly not straight.
It wasn’t either him nor Damian. It was Jason.
He looked back to the tittle of the news.
New intervention of the vigilantes Batman and Robin this night
saving a school from firefly
by Vicky Vale
He breath was stuck in his throat. He checked back. Go to another news, the day before, the week before, subreddit, trumbl, twinter, facebook. No mention of any other robin.
He watched the computer. Taped a new research.
Wayne Family
He waited.
Click on article, picture, tabloid, again twitter ,facebook, instagram.
There were no sign of him part of it.
Nor Damian.
Cass
Or anyone else
Steph nor Duke weren’t family friends.
Damian and Cass didn’t exist.
There were no relation, no existence of any relation between them and the Wayne.
Only old picture of Dick and Bruce, some rumours about their relation, and article about the “new Wayne’s kid”.
For the first time he looked at the date.
4/01/ XXXX
He sat on his chair, leaning back, looking at the plafond.
He was in the past.
With this realisation, his headache increase, he had to find something to stop this.
He went to his bathroom, to find medication.
After taking something for his head a closed the chest. Which was weirdy higher than his memory.
He got the answer to this problematic just after. When he ended up in front of his face.
His younger face. The face he had 4 years ago.
Actually, he shouldn’t be so surprise, but thinking right was painful as hell.
He wasn’t just in the past, he was his self- past.