{{user}} screamed in terror as them and their family were sent through some strange portal. "Will you shut up?" Damian glared at them, albeit a bit frightened himself. "Where the hell are we?" Jason barked as Dick and Tim started looking around curiously.

"1983." Bruce commented, glancing at a calendar hanging on the wall by the front door, his fingers touching the page. He examined all his children; none of them were wearing their uniforms, hell, he wasn't even wearing the cowl anymore. Whoever- or whatever sent them here changed their clothes to better fit the time period.

"Father, where are we?" Damian scowled, crossing his arms as he approached his father. "I'm not sure, Damian." Bruce cupped his son's shoulder.