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They’d only just all gotten back together for Harley and Ivy’s chaotic wedding when the portal opened up beneath their feet and dropped them into another universe.
They stared back at Red Robin’s team, older and garbed in Justice League attire, gathered on a rooftop, before acting as one and bolting.
“What the fuck, Red! I thought you said you locked up the Cosmic Trampoline!” Spoiler yelled, flipping over an electrical box as a laser narrowly missed razing her side.
“I did!” Red Robin shouted back, vaulting forward on his staff and cutting to the side to throw birdarangs at their pursuers before catching up with his girlfriend again.
“I’m sorry, the what?!” Nightwing screeched, a bullet grazing his thigh. Hissing and stumbling, he flipped off the alternate universe’s Batman-Tim behind him.
“The Cosmic Trampoline! The multiverse-traveling equivalent of the Cosmic Treadmill!” Red Robin exclaimed.
A rush of air confirmed the appearance of this universe’s Flash.
“That sounds shitty!” Nightwing retorted, flipping mid-run and hitting Flash-Bart in the shin, breaking his leg and cackling as the villain collapsed, the bone jutting out and tearing through his mangled leg.
“It is!” Spoiler and Red Robin chimed in unison.
As the three of them leapt off another building, a glowing portal identical to the one that first transported them there enveloping them in a blinding light and leaving the corrupt Justice League to stand on the rooftop.
The trio tumbled out inside what must have been their equivalent of Titans Tower, coming face-to-face with more versions of themselves-
“Holy shit dude this one’s actually wearing the condom cowl,” Spoiler blurted.
The other versions seemed taken aback, clearly not expecting that.
Their Red Robin had barely opened his mouth to snap out a remark before the other Nightwing cut him off.
“Alternate universe?”
“Yep,” Nightwing smiled, before gritting his teeth and cauterizing his bullet scrape with an electrified end of one of his escrima sticks.
“Why does Kon look like that?” Red Robin blurted.
“You two stop insulting the people who are currently not trying to kill us,” Nightwing hissed. Kon’s gaze flattened, and he addressed his Nightwing tartly.
“How are we sure we can trust them?”
The other Red Robin regarded them with a critical eye before he was pushed aside by a small figure that was quickly revealed to be Damian.
“If any of you dare lay a single hand upon Timothy-”
They fell through another portal before he could even finish his threat.
“Okay, what keeps happening?” Spoiler frustratedly yelled, kicking an empty can further down the alley they’d found themselves in. “Like, we’re not even staying in one universe for that long-it’s like we’re being thrown around like dolls!”
“Well, this definitely does rule out the Cosmic Trampoline,” Red Robin offered.
“It’s definitely not Raven. Probably not Trigon either. Could be Klarion?” Nightwing suggested.
“The witch boy?” Red Robin snorted. Nightwing shrugged.
“If he can get a sacrifice, he can get pretty powerful.”
“But why would Klarion do that at Harley and Ivy’s wedding? He’s literally on the guest list-they’re literally friends in the Legion of Doom together-there’s no way he would ruin their wedding like that,” Spoiler rebutted.
“True,” Nightwing admitted.
“I dunno,” Red Robin started.
Nightwing stiffened as a high-pitched chuckle pierced the air.
“What the hell is that?” Spoiler asked, her brows creasing.
Nightwing sighed heavily.
“It’s-”
“Nite-Mite!” the miniature Nightwing exclaimed, perching on the real Nightwing’s shoulder and crossing its legs. Red Robin stifled a snicker. Spoiler made no such effort.
“Like Bat-Mite?” Red Robin asked, his shoulders shaking with repressed laughter.
“Yup,” Nightwing deadpanned.
“So, we can chalk this up to that thing?” Spoiler asked, her question barely understandable through her giggles.
“Yeah,” Nightwing groused.
“Oh, I’m not done with you yet!” Nite-Mite grinned. Nightwing groaned.
“I’m gonna kill myself,” he sardonically remarked.