Okay, before I even start, let's get some things straight. Bruce Wayne is 27 in this universe, and he started being Batman when he was 24. I am going on the notion his parents died in 1992, when he was ten, and go ahead and do the math. (it took me about an hour to try and figure this out alone. Since comic books are so weird I couldn't find a birth date for Bruce Wayne that would work, so I went with what someone said his parents death date could possibly be.)
Just, don't flame at me, okay? This was really the only way I could make the dates and years that I want work. Plus, this is going to be set on an Earth that is not shown in any TV show, movie, or comic book, so I'm going to use some creative freedom that I hope won't be too ridiculous.
Alright? Alright
(PS-Trying a new format so reading this might be a bit easier ◠‿◠)
The whispers seemed to follow him down the street, along with the multiple stares he received. His expression darkened and Robin once again attempted to pull the ratty, stained, navy blue sweat shirt farther up his face.
Escaping from the hospital was easier than he originally thought. He had already memorized the doctors rounds around the hospital at night, he simply had to wait for the longest intervals. Once the coast was clear, he gathered up what medication and clothes he could find in the hospital room-including pain killers and a plain t-shirt with a pair of basket ball shorts. Then Robin simply opened the window and scaled down the building with relative ease, as his room was on the second floor of the ten storey hospital.
His ribs complained a bit on the slightly rough landing, but it was nothing Robin couldn't manage. From there he simply 'borrowed' more inconspicuous clothes from a nearby Gas Station, hunkering down in a nearby alleyway until dawn touched the sky.
He really didn't want to start his journey with a mugging or some other horrible crime being aimed at him.
So far, it seemed as though this Gotham's layout was very similar to the one he protected. Some shops and buildings seemed out of place, but every large landmark looked exactly the same, in the exact same place he remembered them to be.
After almost two hours of scouting out the new/old city of foot, the civilians started pouring out of their homes, trudging on with their regular routines.
This is where Robins new troubles began.
He managed to snatch an old pair of ripped Blue Jeans, a white T-shirt with the NASA logo, and an old navy blue hoodie, but he neglected to get some things for his new facial features.
As more and more people crowded the streets, he gained more and more unwanted attention. The last thing Robin wanted was rumors about 'the boy with the smile scars' going around. That would certainly attract the Jokers attention, no matter where that clown might be. And he wasn't quite ready to go face-to-face with the psychopath quite yet.
No matter how much he wanted to pound the clowns face in, he had to admit he wasn't in the best of health.
That also brought about another problem. His ribs had healed nicely, but not completely. Every wrong move Robin made gave him a stab of pain. He's had much worse, of course, but it was very annoying.
Sadly, there was nothing Robin could currently do about it, as he needed to get out of the hospital to explore the new world he found himself in.
Robin let out a deep sigh, his breath slightly fogging in the February air. That was another thing he found interesting. Before he woke up in the hospital, it was almost October, and now it was February.
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Of Birds and Jokers
Fanfic(Sequel to How to Lose a Bird) Robin has possibly made the biggest mistake of his life. He didn't heed Batman's warnings, and now the bird is paying dearly for it at the hands of one of his mentors greatest enemies; The Joker. That is until a new...
