Well this was awkward.

Jason would've paid more attention to people meddling with the concept of time, if he wasn't more occupied with trying to deal with the very wary consequence of it. You, a military engineer from the year 1945, had somehow ended up in the slums of Gotham, with no recollection of what caused it. Jason had stumbled upon you, looking around the alley you were in with a slightly estranged look. The bleak air of Gotham City was a stretch from what you were used to, but then again, so was the 'peculiar looking man' with a red helmet who stood Infront of you. "Don't try argue, I'm just as confused as you are." Jason had not expected his Tuesday night to unfold like this, and he silently cursed himself for not skipping patrol.