Y/N al Ghul is the Batman of the year 2050. He was trained under the mantle of Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, and Damian Wayne, the last of the bat family. After a fight against a unknown villian, Y/N finds himself transported back in time alongside his...
You found yourself sitting on the roof of the manor. In one hand you held a soda and in the other you held a newspaper. It was a good day and you had it off thanks to the Royal Gang takedown. You had taken a liking to this place and had since been coming up here. It was quiet and you enjoyed watching history unfold. You were still shooken up from the whole Ten is here thing but honestly you just wanted to forget about it. You brushed it off when anyone would ask about it which was slowly getting everyone warry.
They didn't know a whole lot about you and the mystery only grew. It was a manner of time before they found out the truth. Your relation to Ra's al Ghoul, your hatred for Black Mask, your relationship with this Ten. None of it was known. None of it needed to be known. To hell with everyone for trying to find out. You decided you liked being alone. You did see these guys as a kind of family since they were your family in the future.
Y/N: They don't need to know anything.
You laid down on the roof before a voice caused you to look up.
Bruce: Enjoying the view?
You opened one eye and looked at him. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a black shirt. You shrugged and sat up.
Bruce: I use to come up here all the time as a kid. It was always to clear my head. You seemed troubled. You want to talk about it?
You raised an eyebrow and almost laughed.
Y/N: Batman talking about feelings? The world must be ending.
Bruce: Not yet.
He took a seat next to you.
Bruce: Sometimes it helps to talk to someone.
Y/N: Do you?
Bruce: I have friends.
You cast a look of doubt but shrugged your shoulders.
Y/N: Sure.
Bruce: I do. And if you'd rather not talk then I can send you on a mission with one of them to clear your head.
You looked at him before nodding.
Y/N: Ok. I'll bite. Where am I going? ----------- Y/N: What the shit?
You were in the great city of Pennsylvania standing in front of a large house. A foster home.
Y/N: This guy lives here? This is the right address right?
You looked at your phone and confirmed that it was indeed the right house. You sighed and threw your duffle bag over your shoulder and walked up to the door. You knocked on the old wood and waited for a moment. Finally the door opened.
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???: Hello?
You looked at the frail boy and mentally sighed.
Y/N: Hi. Um. Is this the, uh, Vázquezes' foster home?
