Sideways shift (Dick and Bruce)
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dollymixturesThere's always that person, when you see news reports of dramatic events, who stands there distressed beside the reporter and says "it all happened so quickly."
Dick had heard it a lot, the night his parents died.
Ever since training with Batman, he'd worked on sharpening his reflexes, his response times, doing everything he could to get to the point where he would never be in a situation where things happened too fast to react to (unless it involved metahumans with super speed, obviously, even Batman had trouble reacting to those situations).
This? This happened too quickly.
One second he was with his team, on a rooftop in Gotham, trying to stop a cackling villain who had built a device to create a portal to another dimension, the next...
He was alone, on a rooftop in Gotham with no villain or portal in sight.
It definitely looked like Gotham, but there were enough differences that it was vaguely unsettling.
There were only two conclusions to draw;
1 - the portal had worked and dragged his team, the villain and somehow itself to a different reality
2 - the portal had worked, but the person in the other reality was him.
It didn't take a genius to figure out which was the more likely scenario, given his observations.
His communicator was getting nothing but static, no sign of the team on any frequencies they used. This could be world where they used different channels, or it could be a world where the team didn't exist, he couldn't be sure which.
His phone, at least, was getting cell service here, so some things were similar enough. He tapped in a familiar number and held his breath, sagging with relief when it at least started ringing.
"Please pick up dad, please..." he murmured as he waited. He had no earthly idea what he was going to say, but he needed to know there was someone here he could turn to.
Dick had heard it a lot, the night his parents died.
Ever since training with Batman, he'd worked on sharpening his reflexes, his response times, doing everything he could to get to the point where he would never be in a situation where things happened too fast to react to (unless it involved metahumans with super speed, obviously, even Batman had trouble reacting to those situations).
This? This happened too quickly.
One second he was with his team, on a rooftop in Gotham, trying to stop a cackling villain who had built a device to create a portal to another dimension, the next...
He was alone, on a rooftop in Gotham with no villain or portal in sight.
It definitely looked like Gotham, but there were enough differences that it was vaguely unsettling.
There were only two conclusions to draw;
1 - the portal had worked and dragged his team, the villain and somehow itself to a different reality
2 - the portal had worked, but the person in the other reality was him.
It didn't take a genius to figure out which was the more likely scenario, given his observations.
His communicator was getting nothing but static, no sign of the team on any frequencies they used. This could be world where they used different channels, or it could be a world where the team didn't exist, he couldn't be sure which.
His phone, at least, was getting cell service here, so some things were similar enough. He tapped in a familiar number and held his breath, sagging with relief when it at least started ringing.
"Please pick up dad, please..." he murmured as he waited. He had no earthly idea what he was going to say, but he needed to know there was someone here he could turn to.
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Date: 2020-04-02 12:58 am (UTC)The phone rang a third time.
Batman answered.
"What's the situation?"
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Date: 2020-04-02 08:40 am (UTC)The voice is at once familiar and unfamiliar, the dichotomy of it almost unsettling, but he swallows down the panic of it all and focuses instead on the relief of having some kind of contact - however awkward this was about to get.
"It's Robin," he says, calm and brisk and professional as can be (at least, he manages to sound that way) - he knows he has to try and establish as much information as he can about this world and his options and the best way to do that is to get Batman on his side. As long as he can convince him that he's telling the truth.
"There's been an.. incident and I need your help. Are you able to meet me?" he figures it'll be easier to explain in person, and easier to prove as well. He doesn't want to risk heading to the manor in case the security here isn't quite what he's used to.
ack sorry for the delay!!
Date: 2020-04-09 11:55 pm (UTC)Bruce gives a non-committal hum as he gets into the Batmobile. "Coordinates or cross-streets?"
No worries!
Date: 2020-04-12 07:02 pm (UTC)"Coordinates," Dick decides, trying to keep his tone business-like and not letting his relief show through. "I'm on the rooftop, I'll text you the coordinates now." he checks up where he is and sends the details to Bruce before wrapping up the call. Now all he has to do is wait... he knows it won't be long before Bruce gets there but the minutes tick by with agonizing slowness as he paces up and down the roof.
He spends most of his time debating exactly how honest to be about the situation - and how likely it is that Bruce will actually believe him.