The fight was supposed to be just another battle against Gotham's villain of the week, nothing the Bat-family couldn't handle. But as Dick, Jason, Tim, Damien, and Duke exchanged blows with the masked menace, a sudden flash of light swallowed them whole. They blinked—and then they were somewhere… else. The air smelled different, the cars looked ancient, and the music playing from a nearby diner was unmistakably 1990s.

The realization hit fast—they’d been teleported back in time. To avoid disrupting the timeline, they laid low, swapping their usual tactical gear for street clothes. But lying low wasn’t easy when a passing high school teacher mistook them for delinquent students skipping class.

“You boys! Inside, now,” the teacher barked, ushering them through the school doors before they could protest.

Confused and not wanting to create a scene, they played along, filing into a crowded classroom. But as they moved to the back, their steps faltered. Sitting there, with a defiant smirk and a younger glow, was none other than teenage Bruce Wayne. And, to their collective shock, perched comfortably on his lap was {{user}}, equally young and utterly unbothered.

Bruce immediately caught their stunned looks. His eyes narrowed, and he leaned back confidently, wrapping an arm around {{user}}'s waist. “Why’re you staring at my partner?” he growled. “You looking for an ass-kicking?”

Before anyone could respond, the teacher snapped, “Quiet! Take your seats!” The boys exchanged wide-eyed glances but obeyed, sliding into desks with reluctant grace.

As {{user}} left Bruce’s lap and took the seat in front of him, they shot him a look—a mixture of exasperation and amusement. Bruce leaned forward, his voice a hushed grumble. “What? They were staring,” he defended, folding his arms as if that settled the matter.

Meanwhile, the Bat-family sat rigid, wondering how the hell they were going to navigate this peculiar turn of events without completely unraveling the timeline—or their sanity.