I.- Wellcome to Wonderland.

Robin woke up, confused. He couldn't remember for the life of his where he was or, come to think of it, how he had arrived there. The place was weird, with an eiree endless feeling, probably accentuated by tall white walls and the really tall ceiling.

This was not what unsettled him.

The place was warm and misty, if only a little humid, like a swamp. And smelled of... incense? A white infinity that felt like a swamp and smelled like a church.

Perhaps he was dead.

"No"

He had been twice inside of Secret and it hadn't been that pleasant.

He decided that laying there, staring at the white nothing, would be of no real help, actually. So he got up, a little unesteadily, and looked around.

He opened his eyes wide when he saw who was sleeping besides him.

O. K.

Now he had officially entered the realm of the freaking weird.

"Perhaps I am dreaming"

Perhaps.

Because there laid Robin... and Robin. Only that one of them was twelve-year-old Dick Grayson, out-of-date hairdo and all, and the other one was fourteen-year-old Jason Todd.

"But in dreams I don't normally feel the air or know the scents"

They opened their eyes, startling him.

Dick, as he himself had done, looked around until their eyes met, when he got up in a gracious and really fast jump.

"Holly mirage!" He exclaimed. Then he saw Jason, who was also sitting and staring, mouth agap. "Holly double mirage!"

Tim cringed.

"Dick, do you have to do so?"

Young Dick looked at him frowning.

"Do You know my real name? Who are you? And why are you two wearing MY costume?"

Jason was still mute, also frowning.

"Look, that's also OUR costume." He tried to explain, even if he was sure it was a dream.

"You called him Dick." Said Jason finally.

Of course, Jason also knew about Dick.

"Yes."

"But Dick can't be Robin."

"How come?" Little Dick crossed his arms, deffiantly. He was kinda cute.

"You... mmm... graduated, Dick... sort of. You are no longer Robin."

"No, because I AM Robin." Said Jason. "Wich leads to the question... who the heck are you?"

He stopped, he couldn't tell him he was dead. Even if it was a dream.

"You also... I mean... see, Jason, I am Robin, You two are Robin. Only we are different time Robins."

"So, you are the Robin that will be, and he is the Robin that was." Deduced Jason.

"Can I call you Entil'zha, then?"

"What?"

"Forget it." Tim snorted, feeling stressed.

"Why are you assuming you are the one from the present?" Asked Dick, upside down, unable to stay put more than five minutes. Somehow, he reminded him of Bart.

"Because I am, obviously."

"Look, the two of you are most probably figments of my imagination, so shut up."

"I don't think I like you, future Robin."

"Just call me Tim, ok?"

"Ok. Timmy."

Just perfect. Jason Todd, the deceased boy, was being cocky and territorial with him.

He rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, Jason. Just think about it, ok? I am the only one with input enough to have dreamed the two of you. Unless... we are in Bruce's dream, wich will mean we are all figments of his imagination."

"You are creepy, you know?" Said Dick while making a jump backwards.

"Dick, stop it, please."

But he won't stop because he was nervous, and Dick needed moving while he thought.

"I think it doesn't matter." He said, finally. "Even if I am dreaming, or... Jason or Tim... or even Bruce. We are trapped here. We should look for a way out."

It made no sense for Tim, but moving will be something to do, and it will probably involve less chatting, hopefully. He didn't think he could cope with it for longer.

The three wonderous boys stared at the white infinite.

"Right." Said Dick.

"Left." Said Jason.

"Why not ahead?" Added Tim, bemused.

"Just because you say so." Jason was not relaxing, nor letting go. "You think you are the boss just because you are older, don't you?"

"I'm not older than...!" He stopped, looking at the two young faces before him. "Oh. Of course. Just pick a fucking direction, Jason, and we will follow."

Jason snorted, but began walking to the left. He really was stubborn.

"You said a swearing word" Dick was staring at me horrified.

"Did I? Well, you can tell Batman to ground me once we get out of here."

They began following Jason, who was walking as if he was alone. Dick went silent for a while and Tim seized the oportunity to check the strange landscape. It felt completely as if they were not walking at all. Nothing changed around them. Nor the warmth, nor the scent, nor the walls, the light... everything stayed the way it was. It was as if they where really nowhere.

"This is a bit unnerving."

"Unnerving? This is scary!"

Tim smiled to Dick.

"OK, scary." He conceded. "I think we shouldn't go on until we can establish a pattern. It may be dangerous and we really should plan something before getting lost into a big white nothing."

The two yourger, former Robins stared at him.

"Wow. You talk like Bruce." Said Dick.

"He is not at all like Bruce." Grunted Jason.

Tim didn't know which of them thank for the compliment.

"Look, kids..."

"Ahum!"

He was beggining to loose patience. It was like being at the beggining of Young Justice all over again.

"Look, Robins, either is a dream, or some Arkham psycho took a lot of effort to collect us all across time and space to put us here, in the middle of some kind of virtual reallity... noplace."

"Now you are making sense."

"Yeah... sure..." He sighed. "So... are we agreed we need to think before we get started?"

Dick nodded entusiasthically and Jason grunted again.

"So, what do you remember before waking up here?"

"Me and Bruce had been chasing this crazy Mothman all over Gotham... pathetic old guy, really." Dick rolled his eyes. "And then we caught him and sent him to Gordon. And... well... Bruce sent me to bed, because I had an exam." He added, grumpily.

"Similar." Said Jason. "Bruce and I chased some low life gangters, tradding with guns and drugs. Same deal as most nights. Then we got home and went to sleep."

"You live with Bruce too?" Asked Dick, missing the point completely. "So... we live toghether?"

Jason looked at me, raising an eyebrow. Now he looked for help, didn't he?

"Sorry, Dick. No extra info from the future. Just in case."

He pouted.

"Sportspoilers."

"And you?"

He tried to remember and, suddenly, it was really clear.

"Chased the Dark Raider. Got rid of him. Fought some nasty bounty hunters and collected a few bruises and badguys. Then I got home and fall on my bed."

"Do you also live with Bruce?"

"Dick, no extra info."

He crossed his arms, fumbling something under his breath.

"Ok, so either of us could be dreaming." Said Tim.

"I'm sure Batman gave the cape to you for your detective skills."

"In fact, yes, he did." Snapped Tim, a little tired. "You are giving no solutions either, Mr. Attittude, so at least, stop being obnoxious."

"Oh, am I being obnoxious? Maybe it's you, Mr. Stiff, who is being obnoxious here."

Tim couldn't belive his ears.

"What's the matter with you?"

"With me? What's the matter with you? You are acting as if Dick and I were stupid. And, let me tell you, Timmy, we are also Robin."

Jason crossed his arms, challenging and Tim looked at Dick.

"He is right." Said Dick peacefully. "You are treating us like kids."

"You are kids."

"Compared to you? Ok, you are wearing trousers and all, but you don't seem so grown up to me."

Somehow, being lectured by a twelve year old was very uncomfortable.

"Ok. You win. I'm sorry. It's that I'm still not sure I'm not dreaming and I guess I'm not allowing myself to trust you."

"You are doing it again."

"No?"

"Yes?"

"So-so."

Jason and Tim turned to Dick.

"You two have to cut the rest some slack, dudes. Relax."

Relax. Yeah... of course. That was very dickish. Relax, everything will come out right. Solutions appear sometimes out of the blue.

At leat it had been very dickish... once. Before everything had gone down to the loo.

Tim frowned, looking at the aparently infinite whiteness above. There had to be something, somewhere. The warmth and the scent had to mean something... the foggy and damp feeling. And he could'nt rely on Dick and Jason, not because he thought they were stupid, but because most probably he was making them up.

"Perhaps I'm just out of my mind"

He had the feeling it was not going to be that easy.

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