Tim's head was throbbing when he woke up. In fact, everything was throbbing. It felt like he'd been dropped from fifty feet in the air and hit every tree on the way down.

He winced and brought his hand to his head to try and massage the pain away, groaning slightly as he did so. 

At least, he tried to. It was apparently hard to do that when your wrists were bound.

That was what really woke Tim up. He was so stupid! How could he not take inventory of where he was immediately after he woke up? Batman would be ashamed. He couldn't fail Batman, he couldn't loose the last thing in his life that is even a little bit okay. 

Okay, okay, don't freak out. Use your senses, use your head. What are you laying on?

A bed, comfortable. Feels like the medbeds in the Cave and Titans Tower. There's a blanket covering him, lightweight, not meant to put pressure on his body. 

What does it smell like?

Antiseptic. It's clean, strong. But also a faint smell of moss and dew, the air is dry. Like an underground area. Maybe a mountain, or a cave?

What can you feel?

Chains. Around his both his ankles and his wrists. But not to tight, not enough to cut off circulation. Just enough to keep him from moving his hands and feet more that a half inch. The pillow, soft, bouncy. Good support on the neck and back. 

What can you hear?

Beeping, a heart monitor. Faint sound of running water. As well as someone talking in the distance. No, not someone. Some people. Arguing, confused. They didn't know what was going on. Well, at least he wasn't the only one. 

Finally, what can you see?

An open space. He was on one bed of many, in what seemed to be a medical room. Not the Cave's, not the Tower's. Not the Watchtower's, not the Clocktower's. There was an IV in his arm, drugged. Trying to keep him asleep. 

Jokes on them, he'd long since created a tolerance for any drug that could put him asleep.

 And he was still in his suit. 

These idiots left him in his suit. 

Well, actions have consequences. They should have known better than to leave Red Robin with his gear. 

It was possible that they were simply unable to get him out. He did have an extreme security on his suit. Only the people who he'd told knew how to get out of his shit without harm of any kind. Of course, half of them were dead. 

Nevertheless, he still had an advantage. He could pick the locks, find his Bo-staff, and get out of here. 

"I wouldn't try it, if I were you."

That... That was a voice. A familiar voice. 

Crap. 

Mentally groaning, Tim turned his head to see the group that had been arguing before were now all focused on him. 

With quite a few familiar people in the front. 

What the fuck? Why were Nightwing and Robin staring at him like that? Why was Jason still Robin, even though he was obviously much older than 15? Why was Jon alive and glaring at him? 

Had he done something? Was he in the past? No, not the past. Jason was never Robin again after 15. A... Different universe maybe? 

What was the last thing he remembered?

(Fighting, blood, two-face henchmen appearing out of nowhere, slitting his throat. Dying, and then... Gray.)

Holy shit. 

Why wasn't he dead? If this was another Universe, then how did he get there? Would he be able to go back to his own? No, he couldn't. In his world, he was dead. Gone. They'd be better off without him. Bruce wouldn't chose to out him in the Lazarus Pit, wouldn't chance it. He was already worried Tim would go evil, why would he enable that? 

Answer: he wouldn't. 

So Tim was stuck here. 

Great. That's just bloody fantastic. 

Might as well have some fun though. 

...

It started off as a normal enough day, and that should have been the first warning sign. 

Nightwing had decided, due to some issues the team had been having at being covert, that today would be a big training day (although when Nightwing was Robin the team wasn't any better. Dick had slapped Jason's shoulder when he'd pointed that out.)

And when Nightwing says "training" he really means "death trap hide and go seek." 

It was insane. Half the team would be the bad guys and everyone else would be good guys. The good guys had to search and take down all the bad guys, all while not being caught by the rest. If a bad guy found you first then a battle would begin, but to the bad guy's favor, which basically meant that one of your advantages was taken away. If the good guys managed to take down all the bad guys, they won. If not, they would do the whole training all over again. 

What really sucked was that Nightwing was prone to put people who didn't work well together on the same team. 

So, there Jason was, crouched in the vents, watching the "bad guys" argue. Superboy and Lagaan couldn't seem to agree on what to do. Even after years of working together, they still hated each other. It was crazy. 

He'd just about had enough of their fighting and was thinking about just jumping down to begin a duel when the alarms began to blare. 

Alarms that only sounded when an intruder had entered the cave without permission. That is the definition of intruder, after all. 

"Training room. Now." Nightwing said into the com in Jason's ear. 

The game was immediately forgotten, Jason dropping down to land in a crouch beside his anger-prone teammates. 

The three of them silently crept out of the room, heading towards the training room. 

When they reached the familiar place, they found most of their teammates gathered around the floor. The only person who wasn't there was Bart, but that was understandable because he was spending time with his family. 

"Put the Mountain on full lockdown." Nightwing was telling Jaime. "We don't know how powerful he is, and until we do, we can't chance him escaping." 

"What's happening? Who is that?" Jason asked, racing over. 

Nightwing sighed in frustration. "I have no idea. I've never seen him before, and their isn't any facial recognition in the superhero or villain teams. He's a ghost! I've never seen anything like this before since..." He trailed off, and Jason could see the gears turning in his head. 

"Someone contact Kid Flash. Get him over here before the lock down is finished. Blue Beetle, leave one entrance open." Nightwing ordered, picking up the boy in the costume up. "Until then, we'll put him in the Medical room. You can learn a lot about someone just by their scars alone." 

. 

15 minutes later, the two Bats walked out of the Med Bay. Nightwing looked absolutely heartbroken and Robin was absolutely shocked. The rest of team watched their reactions in confusion, not understanding what exactly was wrong.

Bart still hadn't arrived yet. Something had happened with the twins, so he was staying to make sure everything was okay before heading over. The team had understood. If something happened to Bart's dad and aunt, something happened to Bart. They couldn't chance it. 

But until then, the team would tread very carefully with the bed-ridden boy. They couldn't really do anything yet anyway. He was unconscious. 

"What's wrong?" M'gann asked, stepping forward slightly. 

Nightwing stayed silent, but Robin practically exploded. 

"What's wrong? What's wrong?! The dude's suit is practically a mind of its own! There's no way we're getting off. Right, okay, so what do you do if you can't take a suit off? You do x-rays. And what do those X-rays show? They show a malnourished teenager who's missing a spleen. A full, whole, spleen! How do you even loose a spleen?! Especially when you have a suit like his?!?!" 

The team blinked in shock. That was... A whole bunch of information in a very short amount of time. All told by yelling. 

Damn. 

Connor froze for a minor before turning towards the door of the Med Bay. "He's waking up."

At Connor's words, the whole team quickly made their way inside the room, Nightwing and Robin pushed at the front. 

"How is he even awake? That IV was supposed to keep him unconscious for another hour or so!" Jason hissed. 

Nobody knew how to answer. 

The boy on the med bed was small, smaller then everyone there, at least. His suit his most of his body, but they could still see how skinny he probably was. He had on a mask similar to Robin's, and long black hair sticking to his face. 

The team watched as the boy let out a small, almost silent, whimper and tried to lift his hand only to freeze when it was stopped by the cuffs. 

His fingers twitched and he seemed to huff in what Jason took as amusement.  

"I wouldn't try it, if I were you." Nightwing spoke up, noticing how the boy was starting to make the movements that would no doubt help him escape. 

The boy turned towards them, his mouth parting in shock. 

"Well, you didn't exactly give a guy a lot of choices. Waking up chained to a bed isn't exactly my idea of fun, Richard." The boy quipped back. 

Okay, that was just unexpected. 

The mood of the room changed immediately from wary/confused to pure anger and suspicion. 

"How do you know his name?" Jason snarled, stepping forward. 

The boy quirked an eyebrow. "Other than the fact that you just proved it? I know who all of you are." 

Before anybody could react, someone had the boy in a hug. 

"Tiiiiiim!!" Bart cheered. "You're finally here! What took you so long, I've been waiting FOREVER!!!!" 

....

Tim was extremely proud as he watched them squirm. Their faces were priceless! Oh wow, he should do this more often. It's a lot of fun. 

"How do you know his name?" Jason snarled, stepping forward in what Tim assumed was supposed to be intimidating. 

It really wasn't. "Other than the fact that you just proved it? I know who all of you are." 

Dick looked like he was about to say something, but before he could, the air had left Tim's lungs and a heavy weight was in his lap, wrapping their arms around him. 

"Tiiiiiim!!" Bart cheered. "You're finally here! What took you so long, I've been waiting FOREVER!!!!" 

Oh right. Time travel. Of course Bart knew about him coming here. Of course. 

Tim awkwardly patted his back, his heart heavy at just how much this Bart was like his own. 

Maybe if Kon and Bart were still alive then he wouldn't be dead. 

"Don't worry, guys! Tim won't hurt us! And even if he did, we wouldn't be able to stop him. He's totally crash!" Bart chirped, looking over at his team. 

Tim blinked in surprise. Alright so future him had obviously earned Bart's trust. 

"What the fuck is going on? Oracle is very angry that you went into lockdown without telling her what was wrong and she sent me as backup." Another very familiar voice asked. The voice that he hadn't heard in years after her death. 

Tim broke.