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Between one second and the next, Tim appears crisscross in the middle of the table in the JL boardroom. Which wouldn’t be a problem since that’s where he was a second before… but is a problem because before there was only him and Batman yelling at him and now it looks like it’s the entire Justice League all sitting down in the middle of a meeting.
And also they look about 15 years younger.
“ What the fu- ” Oliver screeches, while Green Lantern falls out of his chair. Quite a few of the others end up jumping backwards or at least leaning away from him.
He guesses it’s a normal thing to do since he is apparently a random stranger who just appeared on their table in the supposedly very protected and secret Watchtower.
Tim can’t help but angrily glare at the wall in front of him for a few seconds before muttering while rubbing his temples, “ God fucking dammit…”
Snapping his eyes open he grabs Batman’s wrist that was shooting towards him before turning his glare of God to him, “Do not touch me or I swear to god I will shred every single one of your shoes and tell Agent A exactly what the fuck you put under the third floorboard to the right of your bed when you were a child. Do I make myself clear?”
Hearing the anger shoot right through them and into their fucking souls what the fuck who is this they graciously give Tim a moment of silence and space.
After breathing a few moments, Tim opens his eyes and lets his dead stare pierce through everyone who makes eye contact with him. He usually holds back his actual feelings but not only are these not his people, but he is rapidly running through fucks to give.
“What year is it?”
They blink at him. It must be pretty early if they haven’t run into any time displacement or universe travel. He just sighs.
Clark hesitantly answers with “2003?” which only makes Tim groan and throw his face into his hands but only for just a moment before he quickly raises his head again to squint and look at everyone individually.
Slowly turning in a circle to notice anything different to tell him whether this is time travel or an alternate universe, Bruce stays stock still and blank, Clark looks confident but hesitant, Diana looks confused and curious and also looks exactly the fucking same fucking Gods , Hal and Oliver look scared fucking shitless and confused beyond belief, Billy as Shazam is staring at him in unabashed wonder and he’s what twelve right now thats kind of adorable, and Wally-
Wally ?
Moving to sit crisscross in front of the speedster, he leans his head on his hands while staring at the man in front of him who mimics him from his chair. They stare at each other and squint suspiciously and somehow very in sync.
“Take off our masks on three?” Wally suggests sizing him up.
Tim hums before nodding resolutely.
Everyone else stares in absolute confusion and varying amounts of fear.
“One.”
“Two.”
“Thre-” they both take their masks off simultaneously.
A barefaced 26 year old looking Wally West stares at a 19 year old looking Tim Drake.
Everyone around them looks back and forth between them like this is a game of Tennis.
They continue to only stare at each other.
“This isn’t your universe,” Tim states blandly while nonchalantly handing him a speedster granola bar from his belt.
Not looking away, Wally starts eating the bar, “Nor is this yours.”
They continue to squint.
“You are Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne. Robin.” They both ignore the quick intake of breath from Bruce to the side as well as the furtive looks given from others in the room.
“I have since been usurped and now go by Red Robin. You are Wallace Bartholomew West-Grayson-Wayne. Kid Flash.” Bruce chokes on air while Clark looks back and forth between the three of them frantically and nervously.
“You know full well I was drunk when I agreed to all those hyphens.”
“Not even going to correct me on being Flash now instead of Kid Flash?”
He just glares at him mutinously, “I knew for a fact you already knew and just said it to get under my skin.”
Tim leans back before tilting his head. Innocently, “Did it work?”
Wally just looks back at him blankly before a wicked smile slowly appears that would put Dick’s to shame, before whispering with a glint in his eye, “Reeces Pieces are all brown here.”
Tim just goes stock still and blank faced. “You’re fucking with me, right Wally?” The silence in the room speaks for itself and Tim cracks a little in horror, before gut wrenchingly softer than before, “Wally, no. Tell me you’re fucking with me.”
Somehow Wally’s smile gets even sharper making shivers go down the team’s backs at how different their easygoing teammate is acting, “There were rumours…” everyone holds their breath, “...that he fucked a pinecone.”
There’s a minute of continual silence before Tim, without a noise or a single hesitation, leaps forward and attacks Wally who just laughs as they grapple each other in a brawl.
“Should we uh, do something about this?” Hal shifts uneasily.
They all kind of.. tilt their heads at the ‘brawl’ which looks more like a deathmatch with laughter.
“No?” Clark interjects hesitantly as Wally gets Tim in a very vicious looking chokehold which Tim responds to by full body flipping him over himself and onto the table, and then jumping onto him to tickle him until he cries and yells laughing “I’m done, I’m done,” which results in Tim immediately stopping and instead just sitting casually on his stomach.
They just sort of stare at each other softly, before being interrupted by of course, Batman.
“Flash. Who is this and what’s going on.” He growls.
Wally and Tim just look at each other and start giggling.
Wally, still laying flat on the table after being body slammed, takes point, “Well B,” everyone's eyebrows lift a little at the familiarity, “I am actually from a different universe!” Their eyes kind of widened a little. “You see, I can go so fast that I can actually Time Travel-”
“Which never ends well because you end up fucking shit up and creating another Timeline-” Tim interrupts.
“Which was learned after my Uncle Barry in fact fucked shit up and created another Timeline-” They both ignore the looks of confusion and stiffness and a little wonder of those around them, “-and anyway so something happened where we needed to close this portal thing from this bad guy, you know how it is,” Tim just nods solemnly while everyone else mouths ‘you know how it is’,
“-so my uncle and my from-the-future 1st cousin once removed who are both also speedsters and I were running around the portal thing but they ended up going too fast and I was absorbed by the Speed Force which is like a plane of existence but also an entity?” Tim shrugs at his explanation while Wally makes a so-so motion with his hands.
“Anyways I ended up in a weird not-alive trance for like three years until I finally just stopped and passed out and I woke up here! After a few weeks of figuring out what the fuck happened to me, I started doing research and making different devices and stuff to figure out how to measure the different wavelengths of the different universes and then try to apply that with my speed but I was slow going so when the JL was created a few months ago I decided I would inform and update B about everything after a few months of building trust so hopefully I could get some help.”
Tim just nods again, “Then we had to make sure we were from the same universe and not just alternate versions in the same scenario- hence the staredown and Wally saying there was a rumor about fucking a pinecone.”
Clark, willfully ignoring that last part, still looking back and forth between them and Bruce, “Uhhh and how are you two related?”
Wally and Tim trade looks in a way that vaguely looks like they’re talking psychically but overall just makes everyone else in the room majorly uncomfortable before Tim, still sitting on Wally who is eating another granola bar he took out of Tim’s belt, casually looks towards Bruce and nonchalantly says, “I am B’s third love child with Justice.”
Everyone chokes before Wally adds in the same tone, “I married his eldest a few years ago. Hell, I've known B since I was 11 because Dick- his son -and I became best friends and then fell in love and then got married as soon Dick turned 18 and I was 20.”
“They were super gushy and romantic until Wally disappeared into thin air and was presumed dead.”
“Oof. Yeah. But I bet when we meet up again it’ll be super gushy and romantic again.” He looks wistfully and mushily to the ceiling making Tim fake gag.
Everyone else just stares at them.
Wonder Woman- who fears very little -leans forward with an upward quirk of her lips, “How many children with Justice does your Batman have?”
Tim blows hair out of his face, “Well there’s the first Robin! Dick who later became Nightwing and actually Batman for a year when everyone thought B was dead- not me I knew he was stuck in the time stream of course. Then the second Robin: Jason. He died and then woke up in his grave a few months later for some reason and then was healed in the Lazarus pit and became the Red Hood.”
He ignores the wide eyes and the ‘what the fuck Jay’s alive?’ from Wally beneath him.
“Then I was the third Robin. Then my ex-girlfriend Steph became Robin for a little bit while I was forced to be a civilian for a bit and then I became Robin again and she became the second batgirl and then later back to spoiler. Oh the first batgirl was Barbara, the commissioners daughter who was later paralyzed and then became Oracle who is like the tech genius of the cape community. She Knows All. And then Cass became the third batgirl and then later Black Bat. And then I became Red Robin when Damian became Robin. Damian is Bruce’s child with Talia. Oh and Duke. He’s new. Going by Signal right now. And I think that’s everyone,” he asks himself questioningly with a tilt of his head before nodding resolutely.
Everyone kind of just stares at them disbelievingly while Wally just blandly says, “Damn I missed a lot of shit, huh?”
Tim just nods solemnly, “A lot of shit indeed.”