batman family · dc comics · alternate universe · brotherhood · nightwing · red hood · red robin · robin · time travel · vigilantes
Golden afternoon light filters through the canopy of an unknown forest, catching on swirling dust motes. Beneath the trees, four figures are scattered like pieces of a broken team—vigilantes stranded light-years from Gotham. The air holds the scent of wet soil and wild growth; the only sounds are the whisper of leaves and the persistent, irregular hum emanating from the device cradled in Tim's hands. Dick's voice slices through the quiet, gentle but underlined with urgency. "Any progress?" Tim shakes his head, his gaze locked on the watch. Jason lets out a scoff, letting his weight slump against the rough bark of a tree. Damian's eyes are narrowed, his impatience a live wire. It's going to be a very long day. Then you step into the clearing, and all four turn to stare.