"Wait," Twilight said slowly. His brain felt like it was rattling in his skull. He wanted to check the sky and earth around him to make sure that everything was still in place: the sun was where it was supposed to be, the mountains weren't walking around, that the fish weren't flying and the birds weren't swimming. "Say that again."
Warriors stared at him. He looked a little confused but that could have been leftover from the battle. Maybe that's all this was. Someone was concussed. Him or Warriors, Twilight wasn't sure yet. It had been a big explosion. "I'm twenty-two," he repeated slowly.
Maybe they were both concussed. "No, you ain't."
"Ain't ain't a word," Warriors retorted automatically. He paused. Cocked his head. He would have kept going in that direction and ended up in the dirt if Time hadn't gently righted him again. "...wait."
"I think they're both delirious," Legend said flatly. "We need to find Hyrule."
"They're not delirious," Time said, barely audible over Wild's frantic apologizing. Twilight didn't think Wild should have been apologizing, anyway. The last thing Twilight saw before those bomb barrels exploded was Warriors grinning and waving his fire rod around. "Just stupid. Captain, please stop moving. I need to see your head."
"Warriors just said he was twenty-two," Legend said. He gently pushed Wild away so he could look Twilight over. Twilight would have protested if Wild hadn't just moved to Twilight's other side to resume fussing. "He's something, all right."
"Yeah," Warriors said drolly. "Twenty-two. Ow!"
The right side of Warriors's head was bright red with blood. He had seen been grinning when the bomb barrels blasted them through the air. He had to be concussed.
"Don't be a baby," Time said, but Twilight saw him gently stroke the non-bloody parts of Warriors's head. "I swear you're more childish at twenty-two than you were at twenty."
"That's because you were a child when I was twenty," Warriors said. He flinched away from Time's probing fingers. "I'm fine. Let's get up and look for the others."
"You're covered in blood," Legend said. He didn't look away from where blood was matting Twilight's thick hair. "And delirious."
"And concussed," Twilight added.
Wild paused and stared at all three of them. "I'm lost. How old is Captain supposed to be?"
"Not twenty-two," Twilight said.
"Ancient," Legend said.
"Hey!" Warriors said.
Time sighed and pressed a bandage behind Warriors's ear. "He isn't concussed or delirious. He is twenty-two. Legend, is Twilight concussed?"
"I'm twenty-three," Twilight said blankly.
"Yeah, I think he is," Legend said.
"You aren't twenty-three," Wild said.
"I'm not?"
"Legend, please bandage the wound. Wild, give them some space."
Legend scoffed but grabbed the bandage Time held out to him. "I think we need more than bandages. They're both delirious."
"Neither is delirious. They're just idiots."
Warriors leaned away from Time's hands again. Time grabbed him and pulled him back. Warriors scowled at him. "Respect your elders, old man."
"Wait, what?" Wild scratched at his head. "Maybe I'm concussed."
"Oh Spirits," Twilight said in horror. "Am I Warriors's elder? I can't be older than Warriors!"
When Warriors paused to stare at him, Time took advantage to finish cleaning and bandaging his head. "Wait. How old do you think I am? Twilight. Hold old do you think I am?"
"You're older than Twilight, I know that much," Legend dismissed.
Wild frowned and carded his fingers through Twilight's hair. "There was gray on your muzzle when I first saw you."
"What?"
"Why does everyone think that I'm older than Twilight?"
"Incredibly delirious."
"Incredibly stupid," Time sighed.
Concussed. That had to be it. That was the only explanation. The trees were where they were supposed to be, they sky was where it was supposed to be. The only thing that wasn't where it was supposed to be was the blood, so that meant concussion. That had to be it.
"So wait," Wild said slowly. "If Warriors is Time's big brother and Warriors is younger than Twilight... does that mean Twilight is older than Time?"
Twilight whimpered and closed his eyes. They had to be concussed. If they weren't, then by the Spirits, he was going to grab that fire rod and find some more bomb barrels. A concussion might help at this point.
"Wild?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
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When Bruce “died” all his kids ended up gathering together for the reading of his will. Things were split pretty evenly between them with certain assets going to certain people (the company to Tim, the Manor to Alfred etc). At the end of the will there is one last line
“Don’t let your brother turn into a supervillian.”
All of the siblings are busy arguing about who Bruce might be talking about except for Tim and Cass, who are standing away from the group. Tim has an amused gleam in his eye and Cass is staring him down.
“Don’t you dare.” She signs at him knowing full well that Bruce was talking about Tim.
“I’m going to take over the League of Assassins.” He signs back to her.
Which was always the plan, he just couldn’t leave right away. Dick giving Damian Robin was a perfect excuse. Also, Bruce was def alive just lost in the time stream and the league would have the resources he needs to find answers.
Six months later, over 100 bases blown up, and with coordinates to recover Bruce, Tim returns to Gotham. He’s not alone though. Oh no. Drake Industries has had a complete overhaul under the leadership of the teenage heir and if all of the new employees are ninja assassins thats for Tim to know and no one else.
When Bruce returns he gets swarmed with questions from his kids about which brother he was referencing at the end of his will and he gives them all a confused look.
“Tim of course. The kid borrows my morals like library books.” At this, Dick goes ashen.
Tim? Bruce had been concerned about Tim? Tim who has been off the grid for the last 6 months doing god knows what?
“Tim should have known I was referencing him. He should have told you and the fact that he didn’t means I should be concerned.” Bruce glances to his son who can’t contain his smile.
“It’s hardly my fault the Ra’s has the charisma of a used gym sock. Besides, at least I offer benefits and paid time off. Also you don’t have to worry about the LOA anymore. They all work for me now.” He smiles a bit wider and then disappears into the shadows.
Bruce, who wrote that last line after going through Tim’s Young Justice Records, simply signs. “Could be worse. He could have become Gun Batman.” Which unloads an entirely new floodgate of questions from those around him, but as long as his kids are safe, happy, and still walking a mostly moral line then Bruce is happy.