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Tim was tired of boarding school. His dad sent him there after he found out that he was sneaking out at night and roaming around Gotham city without the Nanny's knowledge.

He hated it here. There were too many rules, a uniform. Plus who wants to stay where you learn? It's like you're never able to escape school. So he left. He snuck out through the window. It had been something that he had gotten very good at. He just needed a walk to clear his head, get some fresh air.

While he was walking he saw a figure. Someone was out here with him. It definitely didn't ease his anxiety to have just discussed slenderman with his classmates.

The night gave way for some of society’s more eccentric figures to come out, and the Batman was no exception, though he was out of his normal stomping grounds, for once.  Some business of personal intrigue brought him into the other city which never slept: New York City.  With it’s own set of heroes, it seems as though NYC never needed the Batman in the same way which Gotham City would.  But sometimes, things come up.  Bruce tells himself not to worry; that Dick can take care of Gotham alongside the rest of the family and that he doesn’t need to worry.  It’s just a force of habit.

The business in question, however, would be an inverted Bat-Signal shone in the New York skyline.  Someone clearly wanted the Batman in New York, and so, Bruce would be more than willing to oblige the request.  Donning his evening wear, in a manner of speaking, the Batman took to the skyline, following the trajectory of the signal as it was reported the previous night.  What he hadn’t expected, however, was another vigilante there.  Someone whom many a comparison had been made with.

‘ stay hidden , tim . be patient , tim . we’re sorry , tim . ’

he’s tired of it . being trapped in a universe that’s not his own is bad enough without the patronizing of the batfamily , the sympathic gazes and the hurt that he reads from every one of them , all wondering how he could have fallen like this in another universe , what could have been done to make him this way ( well , almost all - his double seems to understand treading a dark path , doesn’t question it the way the others do , just watches him with reserved suspicion ) . but shikra is tired . he’s done sitting in the manor he left behind years ago , the one whose halls are only images in nightmares and whose inhabitants feel like faded reflections of people he didn’t want to see again .

you’ve gotta love modern technology , he thinks , the kind that lets him press a palm to red robin’s bike and unlock it , engine revving beneath him as he pulls the mask he’d swiped from someone’s locker up to cover his mouth and nose , hiding enough of his face not to be identified as tim drake , before peeling out into the gotham night . he can’t work , but he can train , in so much as punching a few thugs in the face and working out his anger can be called training . he’s in his own world out there , fists flying more often than his staff , the crack of bone beneath his hands settling some of the frustration at his situation .

Jason felt like a dick.

Scratch that.

A rotten, useless dick.

Bruce was getting tired of this. 

No introductions. No privacy. And blind accusations. 

Bruce should have known that Jason storming out would have consequences. He had a new family now. Somehow. In another world. A family that seemed to grow larger by the second, willing to defend him. And one that didn’t hesitate to do exactly that. 

        “ Ah… but if you don’t believe it, it won’t come true! That’s how wishes work, you know… ”    The hatter so assured in a rather foreboding hum and a tap to his temple.