Bruce was tinkering with the time machine that your family conveniently owned, when something went wrong. He quickly called you and your brothers down to the bat cave, where your past selves stood.

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Tim observed his younger self, who stared at Bruce in awe, clearly knowing who Bruce really was. "So...life, huh?" Tim muttered, raising an eyebrow, a mug of coffee in hand.

Dick, meanwhile, sat in the corner of the cave, chatting with his younger self, mainly about carnivals and gymnastics. Honestly, he was the only one that actually seemed happy to talk to his past self.

Jason was bandaging his younger self, dodging the little one's attacks and complaints. Damian was arguing with his younger self about assassins, and Ras Al Ghul. Bruce was...awkwardly...talking to his younger self, trying to figure out what timeline he was from.

You, were a completely different story. Your younger self stood in front of you, sniffling, and bruised, similar to Jason's past self. Before you knew it, they started bawling, catching the attention of the others, and you.