A fic where the entire Red Robin saga gets derailed at the point where the Assassins are supposed to persuade the guards that it's Tim drake, not Alvin Draper, internationally wanted thief, getting off the plane.
Derailed, in that they're a few minutes too late, and as a result, Tim is stuck calling Cissie from a shitty phone booth as his 1 phone call for bail.
("Please Cissie ill pay you back but you have to help me-").
It takes her three hours to arrive, unaware of what exactly her ex-captain had done but fully willing to entertain his madness for a moment (even if she was going to give him an earful after; for fucks sake Tim, thievery, really, she liked Alvin Draper-)
After paying his Bail, Cissie drags him to a local pub and sits him down, staring at him accross the sticky table. "Spill."
Sighing, Tim explains everything..from the cloning attempts, to Bruce being stuck in the time stream. Cissie raises an eyebrow, before settling further back in her seat, looking at him consideringly, before she frowns.
This is Tim. Robin. Their strategist. World's greatest Detective, let's be honest; Tim matched and overtook Bruce sometime back when she was still in the game, let alone now. It's unlikely he's wrong- after all, how many people do they know displaced in time at this point? Sure, cloning was a bit off, but she knew he was ignoring her (and all his other friends, presumably) so she supposed it wasn't too far of a stretch in his grief.
This is all to say, Bruce Wayne, lost in time, leaving artifacts for his Detective children to find and dissect? Honestly not the most outlandish thing she'd seen or heard. I mean, come on. Werewolves are real.
"I know you probably don't believe me, but- wait what?"
Cissie shrugs. "Not the craziest thing we've been through, is it?"
Tim huffs a laugh, "no I suppose not..."
Cissie frowns again, as a thought occurs to her. "Wait. But if the omega beams simply cause time displacement... isn't that what Slobo was hit with?"
Tim's mouth falls open, as he stares at her in shock. "Oh my God. Your right...... Slobo might not be dead."
Cissie's eyes widen, before her mouth turns downward again. "But his body..." Tim hums, thinking of the cloning chamber. "If he doesn't have one, I imagine we can fix it." They stare at one another, and gradually a smile spreads accross Cissie's face.
"So. Find B-man, use the data to save Slobo?" Tim matches her wide grin. "Sounds good."
"Perfect." Spinninf off her chair, Cissie reaches for her phone. "I'll call Anita and Greta. Well persuade Cassie. Oh and .y agent- something tells me I'm going to need some time off. So. Let's get this show on the road?"
Tim laughs delightedly. "Let's."