Disclaimer: Wow, I own young justice? really? when did that happen?

Okay, I'm gonna torture you all now. This is the beginning of another series I've been wanting to write. Total fluff, the whole thing. If you like the idea, then put it on your watch list. I'll be continuing it as soon as I've finished my other series. The timing for this one though was just perfect after the season finale. Enjoy.

Prologue

16 Hours

Sixteen hours. They lost sixteen hours. He lost sixteen hours. One of the most dangerous men on the planet could not account for sixteen hours of his life. And it was bugging the living daylights out of him.

Bruce looked over the holoscreen with all the details he could grab from when his tracer was on and other cameras of him acting around the world. He was the last League member to be taken control of and at least half an hour was accounted for when he informed the team about Roy's apparent betrayal, but the rest of his actions were a mystery.

After finding his tracer was turned off about an hour after his bodily take over, and it was another two before his appearance at the mountain, there was still fourteen and a half hours missing. The first hour consisted of seemingly unconnected tasks all around the US. He was still looking into them, as a lot could be done in one hour. He still didn't know how their enemies had them going from place to place so quickly. Klarion must have found out about his tracer and had him shut it off after that hour. And so the mystery continued.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly. When he returned home he immediately ran every scan and test he could think of. Thankfully there was no gunpowder residue on his gloves, but there were traces of DNA all over his uniform. Most of the results were of unknown persons, so no one of high interest or within the crime fighting community. The known ones were… troubling to say the least. Other debris on his armor gave clues to his whereabouts, but nothing concrete. It was very disconcerting.

Backtracking his movements was proving more difficult than he thought possible.

Mentally he went over all the things that could have happened but didn't. Wayne Tech Enterprises was still his. No new projects were started and no joining anything with Luthor had occurred. None of his properties were given out. Everyone he cared about was still alive and well. He was still single and Dick Grayson was still his adoptive son.

Nothing connected to Bruce Wayne had been targeted. His identity was still safe, for the moment.

Gotham hadn't suffered from his memory lapse either. Gordon hadn't been contacted during that timeframe and no one was out of Arkham. The only thing he could see that changed was a few missing pieces of technology he confiscated over the years from the cave. Worse yet, his computer files had all been activated. It was likely their enemies had everything on his systems. Good thing he embedded a virus dissolving those files as soon as they were uploaded onto an unauthorized computer.

As far as he could tell, whoever had plans for him, it didn't involve ruining the Dark Knight. And it was far under the League's usual radar.

"You really should get some sleep Bruce."

The man in question turned around to see his protégé watching him with concern. Dick had changed straight to pajamas after patrol that night. And that was over four hours ago. Time really had slipped him by.

"We can figure this out later."

"That's what we keep saying," Bruce reminded him, shaking his head. His investigation started over a month ago and there were few results. If it were just himself it wouldn't be as troubling. But five other Leaguers were also missing sixteen hours of their lives, and had much less to go on. They were looking, searching, for any clues as to what they did during that time. "And we keep getting the same results. Nothing.

"Why aren't you in bed?" He turned his gaze towards his boy, raising an eyebrow. He was rewarded with a shrug and sheepish smile.

"Couldn't sleep. Thought I'd sneak a few of Alfred's cookies then saw the study light was still on. Then I saw your dressing gown and supper still on the desk there. You really need to go to bed. Don't you have a meeting in the morning?"

Bruce glanced at the clock on the corner of the screen and sighed. His meeting was in five hours. Dick had school in three. He really needed to get some rest. He looked back to the data they collected and fell into a glare. He had to figure out what he did during those sixteen hours. It was hard to concentrate on his cases with this hanging over his head.

"Bruce?" Dick came back into view, worry for him returning. He knew how troubling and bad this all was for them, but there were every day things to take care of too: school and work, as well as Gotham's general safety. Everything was mounting around them, and despite Batman being human, the whole League depended on him to get to the bottom of this. There was hardly any time to rest.

The world's greatest detective sighed. He wasn't giving up, but even he knew when he needed a break. Bruce placed a hand on Dick's head, giving him a slight smile. "Let's get some rest."

Quietly the two walked back up the stairs to the study above. Dick kept casting his mentor worried looks. The man really needed a weekend to himself. If they could just know one of the things that happened during those sixteen hours, he was sure he could get the man to rest for a little while. Just one thing!

"Hurry!"

"I demand to know what's going on!"

"No time!" Quickly the man shoved a memory stick into his hand along with a drawing. A modified zeta-tube lit up just behind him, ready to take the boy away. The man's urgent gaze brought dread into the boy's heart. What was going on?

"Find this and bring it back! Then come straight back! It's a matter of life or death!"

Dread came to the boy's face. "You're not—"

The man shook his head, clearly worried about the kid. "I can't go with you this time. This is your mission. Only you can do this."

"But—"

"You can do this." The man emphasized every word, making it clear everything depended on him, and he was capable of completing this task. "Just stay whelmed alright?"

The boy's eyes widened behind his mask. He didn't want to leave but the man needed him to do this. And there wasn't time for debate. He swallowed the retort in his mouth and nodded, clutching both the drive and the poorly drawn picture tightly. His quiet agreement to do this made the man smile a bit, trying to comfort him.

The comfort was short lived though as the rarely used machine behind him roared to life, blue sparks screaming out of it. Instantly the man turned and shoved the kid into the light. "GO!"

The boy ran into the light, glancing around once to see the man behind him. As the light enveloped him to take him who knows where, he yelled back. "YOU BETTER BE ALIVE WHEN I GET BACK GRAYSON! OR I'LL BRING YOU BACK AND KILL YOU MYSELF!"

To that the man smirked, vanishing from view as the boy was taken far away from his home. His time.

A/N: So, all of you out there, just be on the lookout for when the title changes to 'Fixing Damian'. Course that's subject to change. ;) Really do need a better title, but that's what the story's about. Pure fluff midst everyone else's ignored drama.

So... I'm gonna do what I do best. make you wait. X3

Edit: Okay, I don't care if they did send the leaguers up to space, there was a timeframe bats was still on earth and this is based off of that, just a little bit. Savage had to pay back ra's for his services after all. I'm still gonna do this. Oh another note, YAY TIM! XD