Wild West

What time is it?

This chapter is focused on Tim

Tim was burning up, and felt dehydrated. He squinted his eyes, why was it so bright? His head ached, memories stared to flood back to him. The storage unite, the smoke bomb, the weird looking gun pointed to his head. Is he still alive? And where is he? Tim lift himself up a little, his hands supporting his weight. His eyes where still adjusting to the brightness of the sun over him. "Oh look, your alive." A scruffy southern voice said from behind him. Tim slowly turned to see who was behind him, and to see if they were a threat. A man on a hourse with a hat on his head. With a small short trim beard. "Hey sleepin' beauty. Is this your friend over here?" He gestured towards Damian, who was unconscious. Tim just nodded. He didn't have much energy, he felt like he was going to pass out. The stranger mounted off his horse and walked over to Tim. "You don't look so good little feller,why don't i take you and your friend to the nearest town, and get you fixed?" Tim didn't reply, he felt his heart rate increasing fast, and felt like he was going to vomit. He felt himself being picked up, and before he knew it. He was on the horse, with the man and Damian. Tim was blacking out during the ride and Damian was still unconscious.

Tim felt something wet and cold on his head. It felt nice, although he was still a little hot. He opened his eyes slowly, and was meet with a wooden ceiling. The bed he was in wasn't that comfortable, it was a little bit dirty too. He looked to his left, and saw a nightstand, with a bowl of water and a lantern. And Damian on the other side of the room also on a bed. Tim groaned, where was he? And why did everything look so outdated.. I mean there wasn't even a light, just a lantern giving the room a orange glow. Its light barley touching the corners of the room. Tim sat up, where was he? The question just repeated in his mind. The door open with a creak, his head whipped towards the door, a women was standing there. "Oh, hi darlin'. Robert found you out in the middle of no where. And brought you to our home. You must be very confused. Here come to the table, i made some stew." She motioned him out into the hall. Tim was hesitant, but followed the women to the table. She set down a metal bowl, and spoon. "Here, you must be starvin'." And that, he was. Tim didn't notice it until he saw the bowl, and so he picked up the spoon and took some bites. It wasn't bad but it wasn't good either. Kinda reminded him of Dick trying to cook for the first time. "Where am i? And what time is it?" He questioned, looking up at the women. "Your in Marybell, and its currently.." She took out a pocket watch from her dress pocket. "10:14." She put the watch back in her pocket. "No, like year." He took another bite. Tim knew he wasn't in the same time period, he took another glance around the house, almost everything was wooden. So Tim connected the dots. "1867, June. And senses your asking me so many questions, i have a few of my own. Are you from a circuse or somethin'? I mean, your outfit you got there is very colorful, and looks something you'd see in a circuse." Tim just stared for a second. What could he say? That he's from the future and is a superhero? "Y-Yeah.. Yeah i guess i am." He mumbled quietly, taking another spoon full of the stew. "Okay now you rest here, I'm going to go outside and do some choirs. Robert will be back shortly." She walked out the door, and Tim was stuck in his thoughts. How are they going to get back? How is he going to take care of Damian? And how long will he be here?

It was about 12 minutes later until Damian woke up, and of course he was confused and ready to kill someone, starting with Tim. Damain tackled Tim. "Drake! Where am i? And what did you do?!" He shouted at Tim's face. "Easy buddy, I'm as scared as you are. But you need to calm down." He flipped himself over getting out of Damian's pin. Damian jumped up and threw a punch at Tim, which Tim dodged, he sent back a kick to the stomach but Damain swiftly wrapped his arms around his stomach to block Tim's kick. Tim jumped back a little, "Do you really want to fight in a stranger's house?" Damian just growled giving a nasty glare. He looked like he was going to charge at Tim again. Tim just put his hands up. "Damain, just calm down and let me explain everything." Damian huffed and relaxed his shoulders. Tim put his hands down and, pulled up a chair. "This place looks disgusting, i mean i woke up in the dirtiest bed in the world. So you better have a good explanation why we aren't with father right now." Tim sighed, how is Damian going to react? Certainly Bruce is looking at a way to get them back home, right?

Second chapter, sorry if there are grammar mistakes.