"What on earth are you doing?"

They glanced up, almost simultaneously, to see Alfred standing in the open doorway, looking at them with a mix of confusion and horror.

"Uh…" Dick glanced around, taking in the soaking wet floors, and overflowing bathtub (not to mention his own sopping appearance). "It's a long story."

"I hope you aren't expecting me to clean this up," Alfred said, raising one eyebrow.

"Nope, got it covered," Dick said. As long as he didn't actually have to go back in the tub (he didn't think he'd be getting over the trauma of that anytime soon) he was fine.

Alfred continued to look at them expectantly. "Well? May I hear the whole story?"

They glanced at each other.

"Time travel," Tim said at last. "It was…insane."

That was putting it lightly. Dick was just glad that Tim hadn't mentioned his little mishap.

Alfred didn't look remotely shocked at Tim's announcement, and Dick realised that he'd probably he'd heard crazier things before.

"Grayson appeared naked before Father and the entire Justice League!" Damian announced, and Dick had to remind himself that he was just a child, and a socially stunted one at that (although Dick, of course, still loved him to death). He probably didn't realise how utterly traumatising this was for him. "I've never been so humiliated." Damian sniffed.

'…He doesn't know any better.'

Alfred glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. Dick's cheeks burned."I didn't know I'd be thrown into the past mid-bath did I? If I did, I would've obviously put some clothes on first."

Tim, God bless him, decided to change the topic. "Alfred, just wondering — how much time has passed since we came upstairs?"

'Oh Timmy. You're too good for this world,' Dick thought.

Cass smiled at pat him comfortingly on the shoulder, as if reading his thoughts (or maybe it was the fact that he still looked miserable and humiliated). Damian, seeing this, scowled and shuffled closer to him.

Dick smiled slightly and decided that, as much as they loved to torment him at times, either knowing or unknowingly, they were still his baby siblings, an he still (and always would) adored them.

(Of course, if they could just be a little bit more considerate at times, maybe he wouldn't have to convince himself of that as often).

Alfred considered Tim's question. "Close to an hour," he said at last. "It couldn't have been more than that."

"That's impossible," Damian said, frowning. "We spent hours there."

Cass nodded. "The times don't match up."

"It works differently," Tim confirmed. "Damian's right — there's no way we could have spent less than an hour over there. But if that's all the time that's passed over here while we were gone, obviously time passes more quickly over there."

"Hey," Dick said, grinning, "it's like Narnia!"

"Grayson, what are you babbling on about now?" Damian demanded, scowling. Dick decided that Damian needed to read more nice, kid-friendly books (some-random-really-old-century philosophy and all was great and all, but you were only a kid once, and in Dick's opinion, Damian really needed to enjoy his childhood more).

"Yeah, kind of like that," Tim said, nodding his head, and Damian's scowl deepened, obviously displeased at being left out of the loop. Dick reached down and ruffled his hair, which didn't seem to improve his mood much.

"Is this the first time that this has happened?" Alfred questioned. His eyes scanned the room once again, and he let out a sigh as he was once again confronted with the state of it.

"Once before," Cass said. She turned her head towards the rest of the group and said, with a small frown, "It could happen again."

Yeah. Yeah, it definitely could, and that's what Dick was afraid of. He was definitely going to be avoiding the bathtub for the time being (or maybe showering in his clothes if he got really desperate).

"Maybe," Dick said. "It's already happened twice…and it shouldn't have. This should've only been a one-off. That's how the spell's supposed to work, right?"

Tim nodded. "That's what Barbara said. Which means we really need to figure this out before it happens again."

"And in the meantime," Alfred said dryly, "clean this mess up."

…

Robin honestly wasn't sure how to feel at the moment.

Weird-Naked-Guy's — future him — arrival had been bad. Even before he'd realised that the guy was almost certainly him from an obviously very messed up future — all that was missing was a verbal confirmation from Bruce, but with all the clues he'd been given, Robin honestly didn't think the guy could be anyone but him — the last thing he'd wanted to see was some strange naked dude having an argument with an obviously psycho kid. KF had apparently found it pretty funny, but Robin didn't see anything remotely asterous about any of it.

Then he'd realised that the guy was him, and things had gotten so much worse.

The rest of the team hadn't realised — it's not like they knew his civilian identity, something that he was now very grateful for — but Wally had, and that was bad enough. For the past hour or so he'd been saying things like, "So, I obviously need to get your workout routine at some point," "So I get the time travel but…why were you NAKED?" "Wonder who the kid was?" "Geez Rob…you get BIG. Er, I mean physically…like in terms of how tall you are, because you're obviously a shrimp now, not…ugh…oh crap I just made this awkward, didn't I?"

Robin was really starting to regret ever telling KF who he really was.

To top it all of, he'd had to quietly deal with the knowledge that no-longer-naked-future-him was back at the manor, and he'd probably have to face him again when he went home. He didn't think he was ready for that. God he really didn't think he was ready for that.

He'd decided to put it off as long as possible. Of course, hanging around Mount Justice wasn't going to work if Wally was going to be here for much longer, because if Wally kept talking about this, his head was probably going to explode. Maybe he could go and hang around Bab's house for a bit.

Then Black Canary had come in and told them that, apparently, the time travellers had all disappeared to God-knows-where. The where didn't matter Dick supposed, but the fact that they weren't here anymore definitely did.

He should have been relieved — now he didn't have to deal with facing Future-Him. Instead, he couldn't help but feeling frustrated. The truth was, as embarrassing as this whole thing had been, he still had a lot of questions. How had they ended up here? Who was the kid? What was the future like. Why was he naked?

Now he'd probably never get an answer to any of those questions.

"They're gone?" Artemis said, looking disappointed. "Damn."

Robin's cheeks burned, and he ducked his head. On second thought, maybe this was a good thing after all.

"Rob," Wally hissed later, following him as he walked towards the Zeta Tubes, ready to head home. "Future-You is gone! Damn, I really wanted to question him on whether I'm as built as he is in the future."

"KF!" Robin glared at him. "I'm traumatised enough, so could we not?"

Wally looked incredulous. "Traumatised? If I was going to look like that I'd be throwing a party."

Robin gave him a flat look. "So you'd be totally fine with having your uncle, the League, and the team see your naked-future-body? Plus, didn't you make fun of Artemis for not being able to shut up about it?"

"…Okay, maybe not. But — I just think you need to look on the bright side! Oh and that's completely different by the way — Artemis was being weird. I'm just being a good friend. Trying to cheer you up and all, get you to realise that the future isn't that bad after all." Wally stared at Robin for a moment. "…Obviously it's no working."

Robin sighed. "Well they're gone now, so I guess it doesn't matter."

He briefly thought back to that day at the manor, and that group of people who had disappeared in a flash of green light, and his poor cookies. Maybe this wouldn't be the last he'd be seeing of them after all.

Crap. Just please, please let him be wearing clothes this time?

…

Apparently avoiding the topic hadn't worked for long, and his curiosity had won over in the end. He supposed that as long as they avoided certain, humiliating topics, asking a few questions wouldn't be too bad. Apparently Bruce didn't agree though, because when he went back to the manor later that day, and he tried to question Bruce on what had happened Bruce seemed to want to avoid the topic at all costs.

"Oh come on, B," Dick said, sitting on the kitchen counter top, and swinging is legs back and forth, "just tell me! Did they say anything about the future?"

"Time-travel is tricky. If you reveal too much it could endanger the timeline."

"They revealed heaps!" Robin protested. "Telling me a bit of it isn't going to change anything."

"No." Bruce's voice was firm.

"What about the kid?" Robin asked. "Who was he?"

Alfred, who had been passing by the doorway, let out a small snort. Robin whirled around, his eyes wide. "What?"

"Oh, nothing." Alfred gave Bruce an amused look.

"Oh come on! Alfred knows too? Tell me!"

"No," Bruce said firmly, and Robin let out a loud sigh.

…

AN:

Omg, these chapters actually aren't taking a year to get done xD Hopefully this becomes a habit xD

I hope you're enjoying this, and tell me what you think :) Also, like I mentioned in an earlier chapter, I'm referring to past Dick as Robin, and future Dick as Dick.