You let out an ‘oof’ as you face plant into the fancy wooden floor of the foyer in the Wayne manor.

Groaning, you rub your face and look up. You’re surprised to see all of the Wayne family standing around you, watching you, waiting for you to threaten them.

Then, you spot Damian. It’s odd though. He looks.. younger. In fact, everyone who stands around you looks much younger.

Then it hits you like a train. You had somehow been teleported back in time.

Damian steps close to you, his forest green eyes staring you down as he reaches for the katana at his side.

It seemed all of the vigilantes in the house hold still had their suits on. Probably just returning from a patrol.

You’re Damian and Jon’s best friend, as well as Catwoman’s protégé—child. You don’t really steal, you just spend your time hanging with the two super sons.

Jon doesn’t mind you, but Damian doesn’t really approve of you. Of course his impression of you changed over time.

Now you lay in the Wayne mayor—a place you’ve never been before—with a bunch of vigilantes staring you down.