A Little Too Complicated

What's a "Young" Justice?

Tim felt himself falling. Well, for about two seconds, because he almost instantly hit the ground. Of course, he didn't get to just lay there, resting and wondering how he was alive, for very long. A foot almost stepped on him, and he rolled out of the way, quickly getting back onto his feet. A group of teenage probably heroes were fighting a bunch of... ninjas? No, he realized as he blinked away, members of the League of Assassins. 

Tim's head was pounding, but he knew he could help these (hopefully) heroes take down the group of highly trained assassins, and so that's what he did. He took down five guys before... whoa, was that Kon? Well, Superboy punched the last guy in the face, successfully knocking him out. Now all eyes were on him. Tim sucked in a breath, wondering just what he should say. 

"Who are you?" It came from behind him, and Tim spun around. There, standing right in front of him, was Robin. Except it wasn't the demon brat. The design of the costume looked to a lot like the suit Tim had worn, but the posture was all Dick. Tim blinked suddenly. 

"Dick?" He asked aloud, wide eyed. Why was Dick fighting ninja assassins with Kon, a Wally who was still Kid Flash, and a bunch of other people he didn't recognize, while also still wearing the Robin suit? 

His assumption of this being Dick seemed to be correct as this Robin widened his eyes before clutching a bird-a-rang. "I'm going to ask you this one more time, who are you?" 

"And I'm going to ask you this: Since when did you start wearing pants?" Tim crossed his arms with an eyebrow raised. He noticed the brief flash of embarrassment cover his older (or was it younger now?) brother's face, but it was gone as quickly as it came. Wally snickered, but the green girl elbowed him in the ribs, earning a loud "OW!" from the redheaded speedster.

This Robin, Dickiebird at his finest, looked like he was about to attack Tim, but the sound of something dropping to the ground caught his attention. Tim turned around too, and sure enough, there was his little own Robin, the little demon spawn. 

"Robin! You got shot too?" Tim couldn't help but laugh at his little brother. Damian scowled, getting up. 

"Hood wouldn't get out of the way of the beam," Damian glared at him, and Tim was once again reminded of just how much Damian really did look like Bruce. "Both of your self-preservation skills are absolute..." 

"Trash?" Tim chuckled as Damian's face became red with anger. Of course, before a fight could ensue, Dick just had to get in the way. 

"Did you call him... Robin?" Dick was glaring at Damian, who had probably not even noticed him until now. 

"Of course he called me Robin," Damian folded his arms, and Tim could tell this wasn't going to end well. So of course he used his cape to keep Damian from saying anything. Who knew, maybe they were stuck in the past. Although, Tim was fairly certain that Dick had never worn pants in his entire career as Robin. Muffled noises of protest came from Damian, but Tim just smiled sheepishly. 

"Ignore him," Tim winced as Damian kicked him in the shin, but he knew that Damian wouldn't be able to get out of the hold he had on him at the moment. His shin would just have to be a bit of a casualty. "We're... not from here." 

***

Damian glowered at Tim with a look that, had Tim been paying him any attention, surely would have scared the teenager. This... Robin pretender was saying something into some comms, but it was too muffled for him to hear. Finally, he turned back to him and Drake, an uneasy look on his face. 

"We're going to bring you back to the Mountain," His voice was smooth, and it took Damian a second to realize just who this was. He'd finally managed to get his mouth free while Tim wasn't paying attention, and he couldn't help but blurt the next words that came out of his mouth. 

"Grayson?" Damian was wide-eyed, before he snorted. "I never knew you wore pants." 

"What is it with you people and bringing up the leotard!" This... other Robin shouted, voice obviously showing some agitation. 

"Tt, it's better than what Todd likes to call the 'Discowing' monstrosity sitting in the Batcave," Damian rolled his eyes, and Grayson froze. 

"You've been to the Batcave?" He blinked, looking at Damian carefully. 

"Uh, we've been to the Batcave," Drake corrected, finally letting go of Damian. 

"You practically live there," Damian gave a sideways glare to Drake, who shrugged. "But yes, we have been to the Batcave. I did say I'm Robin, did I not?" 

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Okay, so I'm just gonna leave this here...

I'm going to work on trying to get longer chapters pretty soon, sorry they're so short, I just couldn't think of anything else to really say for this chapter. Thank you everyone, for sticking with me for so freaking long. Man, did you know it's been over a year since I finished my first story on Wattpad? (Phantomy Justice, man. Finished it October 31st, 2017)

Welp.

I'll write something later. Thanks for reading! 

-Portal Potato