Bruce stared at the strange teenager who sat where Tim sat not even ten minutes ago, where his son was tinkering on pieces for the Batmobile. "So, to recap this correctly," the bat sighed, pacing around the Batcave. "You and my son were switched through an accidental interdimensional portal, and you have no way back home?" There was no possible contingency plan to cover this, never in a million years would Bruce have thought this possible... and now he was mentally kicking himself for not having one.