She started to walk again and focused her attention on his question. “It means I can use magic… sort of…” She began to explain. “In my world, magecraft is more of a magical science rather than true magic. Do you… not have anything like that where you come from?”

Which was exactly the case now.

The laughter rang out from the window and she looked up towards it, mouth hanging open and eyebrows knit together. She jumped on her toes, trying to get a better look of what was happening, fingers curling tightly over the edge of the garbage can. Her eyes widened as she saw the man near the window, holding a gun in his hands. Her shoulders tensed and she was about to run and find a hiding spot, somewhere she could be safe and avoid whatever this man tried doing, when the dumpster man wrapped his arms around her and picked her up.

She yelped as he suddenly took off with her, not expecting the sudden movement. She should have, given that Garry had been prone to doing this too, but she didn’t think a stranger would too. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, watching from over his shoulder as the window and man standing there became impossible to see. She expected to see the man chasing after them, waving his gun in the air and trying to kill them, but she saw no man.

She slowly relaxed, the tension in her shoulders bleeding out from her. She rested her chin on his shoulder, no longer worried about whatever danger they had been in earlier. She didn’t think the man would follow them now that they were so far away. She frowned as the man stopped and put her down, begrudgingly letting go of his costume. She ducked her head as he patted her, weakly trying to swat him away before straightening.

She looked at him through her hair. “…Why’s he after you?” she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. “…And why bat?”

He leans against the nearest wall, breathing in deeply and letting it out to encourage his lungs to breathe at steady pace. He was almost half tempted to rip off the mask to breathe in deeply.

“He wanted me to do his homework,” he teases, forcing a smile for the young girl. The last thing he wants or needs it sending a girl into shock. 

Finally he recovers his composure and stands to his full height, “It’s a fear tactic and it does wonders for all the pesky slimeballs that wander the Earth.” He starts to walk away with every intention to leave her and find the assailant. He comes to a halt when he imagined the youthful girl being attacked. Batman releases a sigh and turns half way to look at her.

“A Joker? What in the world in that? No, it doesn’t matter. I have no intention of being in this city long enough to find out.” She quirked a brow in irritation. “A Kyorl, not a Kyoris. Kyorls, or members of the Val’Kyorl’Solenurn clan, are the last drowussu clan and follower of the path of the goddess Sharess. Try to pronounce it correctly in the future.”

Boy oh boy did Terry despise the group, despite being aware of their framing. They would find no sympathy from the Batman. The gang’s record is far too high to be easy on the group. 

“Right, sorry, Kyorls,” he answers with a tone that borders sarcasm. 

       “It’s not uncommon to have a weapon like mine where I’m from, I mean…It is, you’d have to train a lot in order to use-….” She caught herself rambling, and halted herself from so before speaking again. Seem’s she cooled down some again, though her fidgeting didn’t stop, still. 

      “There’s already enough murderer’s in this world, and I’m not from here, so why I have my scythe is because of the threat I faced back home. I know you don’t believe me, and I wouldn’t either…But I’m not lying.” Her life would just sound like a big fairy tale to the other, and even if it is true, it would probably raise more suspicion’s. 

      Becoming a huntress was her dream, yes, it was her job to protect those who could not protect themselves against Grimm, or any other threat as a matter of fact. Ruby also wanted to be able to help people, that was what she was taught to do when she was younger. 

“Yeah, I’m going to protect those who can’t protect themselves with a scythe that is also a gun. I’m a huntress (in training).That word right there mean’s something completely different here than it does in Vale, and after all the stuff I saw within two month’s ago…I rather not fill up any grave’s…” 

There was a complete change to the girl’s facial expression, stance, and speech. She was being fully truthful, seeing her best friend die, and then someone she had looked up to die before her eye’s was enough to make a clear path that she’d rather not stray from it. “…Do you wish to keep questioning me?”

Terry returns home after an eventful night of battling Jokers to find the police lingering around the area in front of his father’s place. He found out his father had died in the span of his leave. It tore Terry apart knowing the last words that his father heard were of bitter. 

No one in his family could understand the guilt that settled on his shoulders. His mother and his little brother mourned in a different manner than he. He went searching for the man who could give him information on the Jokers. From there, Terry became Batman, preventing crimes from occurring or stopping them in his tracks. He vowed no person would die by the hands of malice intent.

After her confession, he nods his head, half wishing she could see the pain on his face. It would be easier than saying ‘hey, I know what you’re going through’. 

Not that it was too much of an insult. Chiri had never met a Mimian, and the Beldrobbaens were one of the least heretical clans in the opinion of the Kyorls. But, he didn’t know that she she wasn’t clarifying.

[ Okay now hold on, that’s not dokie whatsoever, that is way too near the speedster’s own time for his liking. Bringing a red clad hand to his head, Wally feels a momentary panic coming on, seeping through his chest as he processes this bout of information. Fortunately, this future-Batman-guy is distracted with… who knows, bat-brooding? internal monologuing?, a silence long enough for the redhead to buck up again, holding up either hand defensively. ]

     ❝ Look, I’m not sure that’s a great idea- you got the time travel         half-right, but regardless, I really shouldn’t be interacting with         folks here, or there could be some serious repercussions. You         don’t sound like the Bat I’m familiar with, so I’m gonna go out         on a limb here and say you’re the legacy, and that’s something         that I already should not know. MAJOR spoilers n’ all that. ❞

“Calm down, kid,” Batman uses his hands to motion for him to slow down (he’s rarely is in company of a speedster). “If you’re so worried about ripping time apart, why the hell did you decide to come here?” Not a fair question, honestly. He is positive that the kid didn’t mean to reach the future, Terry wanted to scold though. “You’re not fading away and neither am I. Let’s get you back to your own time before we do fade.”

A long, black digit press against the right ear and begins to speak aloud. “We got ourselves a pretty sticky situation. Uh-huh, so you know the guy--right, the first one--no? How many where--”