The Batboy Paradox - A Trip To Another World

The Docks

Lightning and thunder crackle through the gloomy night sky of Gotham City. With every flash of light, strikes a booming rumble throughout the city. Four figures are seen with every light, their stance sending those below them to their knees. They stand ready at the top of a green intermodal container at the Gotham docks. There, crouches Robin, Nightwing, Red Hood, and Red Robin, in that order. They are vigilantes who strike fear through the heart of all good and evil. Trained and raised by Batman. Nothing can take them down.

"I'm hungry," Red Hood cries out, tilting his head back. "And bored."

"Didn't you have a whole meal before we left?" Nightwing asks, taking the binoculars away from his eyes.

"I'm a growing boy," Red Hood responds, patting his stomach.

"A growing dead-weight, is more like it," Red Robin mutters out.

"Dead-weight? I'll show you, dead-weight!" Red Hood reaches for his gun in his holster but is then stopped by Nightwing.

"Hey," Nightwing says, grabbing Red hood's arm. "We're here to fight the bad guys, not each other."

"Tch. You should've let them be, Grayson. It was getting exciting for once," Robin butts in.

"First off, we're on patrol so you are to call me, Nightwing. And secondly, no, it wasn't getting exciting. Would you like to be the one to explain to Batman why Red Robin came back dead?"

"Funny of you to assume that I'll be returning to the cave after that."

"Yeah!" Red Hood joins. "What makes you think that he's not the next person who'll be considered dead weight?"

"Guys," Nightwings sighs out in frustration, rubbing his temples. "Can we fight later?"

As Nightwing had finished his complaint, a car slowly pulls up to the docks, it's light's shining a bright yellow, making it obvious of their arrival.

"Or we could fight now," Red Hood says, getting up.

"Wait," Red Robin says, putting out his hand. "Let's wait."

Red Hood groans in dissatisfaction, falling back into a crouching position.

The car comes to a stop as the four members within that car begin to climb out. As they walk out of their vehicle, they pull out numerous weapons, slowly approaching the docks. The figures start to become visible as they walk past their car, allowing the light to shine on them. Each person wore something different, but all follow the same theme—clowns.

"Oh, great," Red Hood says, rolling his eyes behind his helmet. "the circus is back in town." Red Hood nudges Nightwing. "Hey, Dick. They're looking for recruits. Go join them. You qualify for the job."

"Shut-up, Hood," he says as he glares as Red Hood.

"Hey, quit talking. If you've stopped talking for once, you would've noticed the sudden change in the number of clowns, along with that huge ship parking at the docks," Red Robin interrupts, extending his arm towards the increase of clowns and vehicles.

The number of clowns has increased by a large amount, a whole practical crowd now walks towards the large metal ship. All of them wear colorful clothing, ranging from dress shirts and dress pants to tank-tops and sweatpants.

Together, the group of clowns approaches the metal ship, hauling and unloading the cargo. Grunting and moaning as they do so. Setting the cargo onto the docks, they begin to put all of them side by side. Bringing half of the cargo onto the main ground, one of the clowns approaches a wooden cargo box with a crowbar.

"Should we get a closer look?" Red Robin asks, getting ready to leap off.

"Alright," Nightwing says, "but stay low. Only attack when I say so. Understood?"