I started writing this months ago, and just came back to it. So if anyone's OOC in the first few chapters, I apologize in advance.
Disclaimer: I totally own each and every one of the Batman characters. I'm just not rich and famous because I don't want to be. (Riiiight. Common sense, people.)
Okay, no. I seriously don't own any Batman characters.
Batman was frustrated to say the very least. He'd lost track of Nightwing and Robin approximately two hours ago. In Gotham, that's never good.
The two of them had gone to investigate a radiation surge on the east end of town. Batman would have gone with them, but the Joker had had to choose that same time of night to try to blow up a hospital.
Batman was actually mildly surprised not to run into the Red Hood on that little detour. The hospital was near Hood's territory, helpless children were involved, and the Joker was the culprit. That was usually the formula for an angst-filled run-in with Jason Todd.
Not that Batman wasn't relieved not to have another fight with his second son, but something major must have occupied the young man if he wasn't there.
The Bat's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the R-cycle speeding into the Batcave.
Well, it seems as though the boys are all right.
He was referring, of course, to Nightwing and Robin. He would investigate Red Hood's situation after making sure his other sons weren't fatally injured. If they were…He'd cross that bridge when he got there.
It seemed, however, that Batman would have more to worry about than he'd expected, for along with the racket being emitted from the R-cycle, he could hear shouting.
"Ease up! Ease up!"
"Hit the brakes!"
"Be quiet and let me drive!"
"Don't you know how to use this thing?"
"We're gonna die!"
Not a moment later, said vehicle came into view. Batman thought he must have imagined who he saw driving it. He had no time to ponder further, however, as the bright red motorcycle flipped over and threw its three riders onto the ground.
Three young boys with black hair and blue eyes.
Batman recognized each immediately and stood from his chair. He only had one question: "How did this happen?"
His recognition of the boys was only supported when they each stood without the trembling, crying, widened eyes, gaping mouths, and screaming for their mothers that was seen in most children when they met Batman. No, these boys only glanced at each other thoughtfully, wondering how best to word the answer to his question.
Finally, one of them stepped forward and said, "You may want to sit down for this."
Batman did just that because in front of him stood twelve-year old versions of Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, and Tim Drake.