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It was a rather sunny day in Happy Harbour, when Tim walked to his brother in the main room, where he was going over their latest files.
“Hey, ‘wing, what do you have there?” he trilled.
“Hi, baby bird. Files which Martians got from the Kroloteans,” chirped Dick back, gesturing him closer with his wing (they all managed to perfect the technology years ago) and folding it around him.
“Oh man, I still don’t understand what you guys even mean by that. How can you talk like birds?” asked Gar as he walked into the room.
Tim and Dick tilted their heads at him at the same time, curiously and confusedly looking at him.
“Right, Birds, noted. What are these?”
“Files from Martians on Kroloteans. They were trying to find some… Meta-gene would most likely be the closest word for it, in humans,” replied Dick with his head still tilted.
“Meta-gene?”
“Yep. We need a new word for it too.”
“Detected: Unknown Energy Impulse,” sounded alarm from the speakers in the cave, as something started to appear in the room, lightning flickering around the machine.
Dick turned around, letting Tim go and stepping before his brother and Beast Boy, his wings flaring open as he readied himself for fight (it also helped to hide the younger boys).
The machine materialized and some part of it opened, with smoke coming out. Then a kid jumped out.
“Hiiiiiiiiiiii!” he energetically yelled out before zipping through the room as a white-red blur.
“Intruder alert! Intruder alert!”
“Seems like we found the energy impulse. He does look to be very impulsive,” commented Gar.
“Ooh, Impulse, that’s whelming and asterous! Dick,Tim,youarehere! This is so crash! Ididn’tthinkIwouldmeetyouyet,I’msogladyouareokay. There will be interesting times, ” he excitedly trilled, beaming.
Then the speedster zipped next to Dick, hugging him as Dick somewhat relaxed and folded a wing over him.
Probably from the future, something bad happens, knows our language, Dick summarized in his head.
A few seconds later, the speedster zipped away from him to go hug Tim, who happily chirped a “Hi!” and hugged him back, folding his wings around him.
Dick discreetly snapped a picture with his domino mask and disabled the alert.
Beast Boy looked very freaked out and confused, but for now remained silent.
“Hello! Information, please?” whistled Dick.
“Ah,right,sorry! My name is Bart Allen, but it’s shortened sowearenothereforacouplehours,” Bart made a face at that before continuing, “And I’m grandson of Barry Allen, The Flash, from the future! Talk more information later, not safe here.”
“What?” muttered Beast Boy.
“Short stay, long stay? Adoption?”
Tim let out a squeak at the mention of adoption.
“Pernament, that would be crash,” beamed the speedster.
Dick hummed, pulling up Wally’s contact on his gauntlet.
Local Robbing Bird> Hey, Walls, look what we found!
(Local Robbing Bird sent a .jpg file)
Awww, did you find another kid? <Gone in a Flash
Local Robbing Bird> Yep! He’s from the future and Barry’s grandson. Want to illegally adopt him with me?
Always, it will be fun. Wonder what B’s reaction will be <Gone in a Flash
ETA 4 mint, gotta fin ptrl <Gone in a Flash
Dick snickered as he imagined what Bruce’s face will look like when he gets introduced to his new grandson.
“Hey, Bart, you opposed to the idea of being forgery adopted by me and KF?” he asked, looking up at the speedster who was now eating out their kitchen and sharing parts of the snacks with Tim and offering it even to a dumbfounded Garfield.
“Ofcoursenot,” Bart was quick to agree, adding something way too quickly for him to decipher.
He looked over at Tim, who shrugged.
“Whatwereyousayingafterthe of course not? Wedidn’tcatchit,sorry,” spoke up.
“Oh,don’tworryaboutit,spoilers. YouandWallymarriedyet?”
“Yep, earlier this year,” Dick beamed.
“Crash,congratulations!”
“Thanks. You alright with being Bart Allen-West-Grayson-Wayne?”
Bart beamed at him, quickly muttering something which sounded suspiciously like “used to it.”
Garfield decided he didn’t have the energy to try to understand and left the room in regard to his mental stability.
“B-03, Flamebird,” announced voice from the zeta-tubes room and a second later Wally appeared in the room next to Dick, pressing a quick kiss against his cheek.
“Hey,babe,” he greeted, before quickly moving bit forward to catch a speedster and a vigilante when they throwed themselves at him.
“Hey,husband,” smiled Dick.
“OhmyWonderWoman,hey,dad,it’ssocrashtoseeyouagain,thisiscrash,I’mBartAllen-West-Grayson-Wayne,nicetomeetyoudad.Therewillbeinterestingtimes,moreinformationlater,” exclaimed Bart from where he was held in Wally’s arms along with Tim.
“Hi,Wally,howwaspatrol?” asked Tim.
“Hi.Good,noonewasmakingmuchproblems.NicetomeetyoutooBart.Anyonewantspizza?” replied Wally with a fond smile.
“Yayy,pizza,” yelped out Bart, adding a squeak of happy-Alfred-made-cookies at the same time as Tim, before speaking again, “CanwegotoCentralCityforthepizza?Itwouldbecrashtomeetmyfirstgrandpa.”
Wally looked over at Dick with questioning look, which was quickly followed by the other speedster and vigilante.
“Yep, just gotta finish something first, it will be done in less than a minute,” responded Dick, clicking something on the screen.
Later that day, there were rumors that the Central City suddenly might have gained new speedster and that the city was about to get possessed or cursed since at first there was an explosion, then there were rumors about a laughter coming out across various rooftops and then the Rogues were dropped off in front of police station without anyone noticing when or how it happened. Then, some time later, there were even more rumors surrounding a new part-time hero in Gotham, Blüdhaven.
There were also many arguments online regarding Lex Luthor and his apparently newfound paranoia regarding any open or closed spaces, fear of parks, ambushes and vents.