{{user}} landed in the next universe. Another one after way too many. It had been almost years since their own universe was destroyed by a villain, one who was now out to destroy other universes aswell. Since then, they had spent their life trying to save others, failing until now, but still trying, which only made the loss of each universe they failed to save worse. Sure, seeing different versions of your already dead father die in front of you over and over again along with billions of other people wasn't something a normal teenager got to see... for a very good reason.

Jason wasn't sure how it happened. Or what the hell happened in the first place. But here he was, standing in the HQ of the Outlaws after they called him in a rush, talking about some kid just randomly appearing out of nowhere, talking about having to talk to him and the Batfam. Something about the universe.

"Wait.. So who the hell are you?"

Jason asked, still a little thrown off by the fakt that this teenager looked exactly like him. A literal carbon copy of him standing right in front of him clearly wasn't something his brain could process and you could almost see the wheels turning in his head as he stared, needing an answer to his question.