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Family Out of Time (1)

Title: "Family Out of Time"

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The Batcave was filled with the usual hum of computer monitors and the distant dripping of water from the cavern's stalactites. Bruce stood at the main console, sifting through reports while Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian gathered for the evening debrief. Alfred moved around the cave quietly, setting down trays of tea and snacks.

"Anything new on the League's movements?" Dick asked, leaning back against the railing.

Before Bruce could respond, the cave's atmosphere shifted. A strange crackling noise filled the air, followed by a blinding flash of light. Out of nowhere, a swirling portal tore open in the middle of the cave, sending papers flying and setting off the Batcomputer’s alarms.

Jason instinctively drew his gun, aiming at the glowing rift. "What the hell is that?!"

Tim squinted through the bright light, shielding his eyes. "A portal? But from where?"

Before anyone could react, six figures tumbled out of the rift and onto the cold, stone floor—a chaotic jumble of limbs and tiny gasps. The portal vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving behind three girls, two boys, and a baby. They looked disoriented, but it was impossible not to notice the uncanny resemblance they all shared with Tim.

The eldest of the children, a girl with dark hair and green eyes, quickly scrambled to her feet and stood protectively in front of the others. “Don't hurt them!” she cried, her voice defiant. “We're not here to fight!”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice low and stern. "And how did you get here?"

The girl straightened her back. "My name is Lily Potter," she said, glancing over her shoulder at the others. "These are my siblings—Minerva, Pru, James Sirius, Owens, and… uh, Zeddmore." She motioned to the baby in Minerva's arms, who was fussing but otherwise calm. "We're... kind of your grandchildren, I guess?"

The Bat-Family exchanged glances, and then all eyes fell on Tim.

“Grandchildren?” Damian scoffed. “Drake, you’ve clearly been busy.”

Tim shook his head, bewildered. “I—what? This doesn’t make any sense!” He stepped closer to the children, eyeing them with a mix of curiosity and trepidation. "Lily, is it? You said your last name is Potter?"

"Yeah, we're Potters," Lily replied, crossing her arms over her chest. "Our other parent is Harry Potter. And before you ask, yes, the Harry Potter—the most famous wizard in our world."

“Wizard?” Jason blurted, lowering his gun slightly but still on guard. “Did you hit your head on the way through the portal?”

“I know how it sounds,” Lily said quickly. “But it’s true! Our dad, Harry, is a wizard—a really powerful one. He’s a Lord in the magical world, which is why some people call him Lord Potter.”

Bruce’s frown deepened. “And you’re saying that Tim is your father?” He turned his gaze back to Tim, who looked more confused than anyone else.

“Wait, wait.” Jason interjected, rubbing his forehead as if trying to clear the insanity out of his mind. “Drake can’t be their dad. He’s… you know…” He gestured awkwardly toward Tim. “Male. You know, how exactly did that happen?”

Minerva, the second eldest girl, stepped forward. “It was a spell,” she explained, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. “Our dad, Harry, found an ancient ritual that could allow someone—well, Tim, our other dad—to carry children. The magic made it possible.”

The room went dead silent.

“What?” Tim finally managed to say, his face pale. “You’re saying… I got pregnant because of magic?”

“Basically,” Pru chimed in cheerfully, seemingly unbothered by the baffled stares. “Dad always said magic could do anything if you were willing to bend the rules a little.”

Bruce rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. “So, let me get this straight. You come from an alternate timeline or dimension where Tim had six children… with a wizard?”

Lily nodded. “That’s right. Our dad, Harry, is from a different world, where magic is real, and he found a way to… well… give you both a family together.” Her voice softened. “But something went wrong with the time travel spell. We were supposed to find you and Dad back home, but we ended up here instead.”

Tim’s brain was reeling. “You… you’re saying that in the future, I’m… a father? To all of you?”

"Yeah," James Sirius said with a grin, looking up at Tim. He had Tim's dark hair but bright green eyes. "You're pretty cool, actually. You're always inventing stuff for us, like magical gadgets and tech hybrids. Dad says you’re the only one who could make a wizard broomstick that also works as a jetpack."

“Magical gadgets?” Dick murmured, glancing at Bruce, who was processing everything silently.

Damian’s eyes narrowed as he looked over the children. “This whole story is absurd. There’s no proof any of what they’re saying is true. How do we know this isn’t some trick?”

“Because it’s not,” Minerva said, meeting Damian’s gaze with an eerily familiar intensity. “We were trained to fight, but we’re not here to hurt anyone. We’re here because… well, we don’t know how to get back.”

Tim took a deep breath, kneeling down to be closer to the children’s level. “Look… I don’t know how to process all this, but if you’re really my kids—”

“Dad, we are,” Lily insisted, her voice breaking. “We’re telling you the truth. We just want to get back home. We need you to help us find a way.”

Bruce finally spoke, his tone calm but commanding. “Alfred, run a genetic scan on them.”

Alfred nodded, giving the children a reassuring smile as he led them to a nearby station. “If you would kindly step over here, young masters and misses.”

While the scans were running, Jason snorted. “So, if it turns out they’re really Drake’s kids, does that mean we’re all… uncles?”

"Don't even go there," Tim muttered, rubbing his temples. "This is insane."

A few moments later, the results came up on the screen. Bruce’s brows furrowed as he read the data. “It appears… they do share your genetic markers, Tim. There’s a distinct magical signature woven into their DNA that isn’t human in origin, but the match is undeniable.”

Tim staggered back slightly, his heart pounding in his chest. “So, they’re… really mine?”

“Apparently,” Bruce replied, his voice low. “And if what they say is true, their other parent’s magic is unlike anything we’ve encountered before.”

Tim swallowed hard and turned back to the children, who were looking at him with hopeful expressions. “Okay,” he said softly. “If you’re really my kids, then we’ll find a way to help you. We’ll figure out how to get you home.”

A small smile spread across Lily’s face. “Thanks, Dad.”

Jason shook his head in disbelief. “Great, just what we needed—magical time-traveling kids from another dimension. What’s next, a talking owl?”

“Actually,” Pru interjected with a smirk, “we do have a pet owl. His name’s Hedwig Junior.”

Dick chuckled, clapping Tim on the back. “Well, congrats, Tim. Looks like you’re a dad. Six times over.”

Tim’s mind was still reeling, but as he looked at the children—his children—standing there in the Batcave, he felt something shift inside him. It wasn’t just confusion or shock; it was something deeper, a sense of connection that he hadn’t expected.

"Okay," he said, taking a deep breath. "Let's figure this out together. As a family."

The children exchanged relieved glances, and for a moment, the Bat-Family felt a little bit bigger—and a whole lot stranger.