"Who do you think he is?" Tim asked as they watched the prisoner from the video feed.

"I don't know." Bruce grumbled. "But he knows about us."

"Let me take care of him and all our troubles are solved." Jason grinned evilly crackling his knuckles. "Just give me two minutes."

"No, Jay!" Dick yelped waving his hands frantically. "No killing!"

"We should just hit him over the head enough so he loses his memories."

"Yes, Damian," Tim said boringly. "Because that's how we get people to lose memories of our family... by hitting them on the head."

"You have done nothing helpful, Drake!" Damian growled at him. "Aren't you late for your girl time with Draper?!"

"First of all he was adopted and is now named Malone and second we of all we do not have girl time you little demon!"

"Come on, guys," Dick grinned getting between them. "Let's not fight about this right now, let's just hug."

"Count me out," Jason grumbled turning to leave. "Take care of this yourself."

"No, Jason, come back!" Dick cried jumping on the taller brother's back. "You promised to spend time with the Family this weekend!"

"I changed my mind!"

Soon the two of them where trying to wrestle away from each other and Bruce was going to yank them apart when he heard a yelp. Sharply turning he saw that Damian had decided to join in and both he and Tim where trying to to kill each other. Going over he yanked them apart before throwing them into seprate corners before turning quickly to yank the other two apart.

"Alright enough!" Bruce yelled. "We don't have times for fighting!"

"You tell them, Old Man."

Everyone froze before jerking to the door when the stranger was walking back to his cell with a few snacks. He grinned at them and waved before putting his snacks down in his cell.

"Hm, I need a blanket." The stranger said. "Be right back."

"You don't know where they are...?" Tim said blinking in shock on how in the world that guy could have gotten out. "...Right?"

"They're in the second bedding closet on the right end of the hall!" The person said happily. "Just where they always are!"

When he came back Bruce grabbed him. "I have some questions for you."

"Well, I'll answer what I can, but the Boss told me that if I ever got sent back to the past to never revile important things."

"What's your name?"

"Batman."

"Your real name."

"Classified."

Bruce glared at him. "Name. Now."

"No, said the future Batman to the old Batman."

"Put him the most secure cell."

"You mean the one that has a password 239720842084Batwr39084029482Alpha?"

"Oh, yeah, this is the end of the Bat Clan." Dick said before tossing himself onto the floor. "I'm took sexy to stop crime fighting!"

"That must be Dick Grayson aka Nightwing." Terry said before pointing Jason who was glaring him. "Jason Todd aka Red Hood. Tim Drake-Wayne aka Red Robin and the Prince himself... Damian Wayne aka Robin."

"You know all our names which means your part of the Bat Family in the future or you're an enemy."

"Part of the Bat Family." Terry shrugged. "I really just want to go home. I got work to do."

"Who'a your mentor."

"You."

"Let me kill him."

"No, Damian."

"Alright, alright, how about we eat dinner and I'lll tell you what I can," Terry said with a grin. "Than will you help me get back to my timeline?"

Terry watched as Jason, Damian and Dick looked at each other for a second, Tim stepped out of the way and Terry barely had enough time to jump out of they way form being jumped on.

"Alright." Terry smirked. "Let's see who is better, the past Bats or the Future Bat."

Tim went to stand by Bruce. "This is going to be interesting."

Bruce smirked a bit. "Indeed it is."

Let the Bat Battles began!