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“What do you wanna do tomorrow?" asked Alex.
“I was thinking of visiting Blitz’s shop and the mansion before going to the new movie with Annabeth, do you want to join us?” replied Magnus.
Today was pretty uneventful, except for their deaths.
“Sure, sounds nice. What movie?”
“It’s based on a real life true crime story,” cheerfully said Magnus, “the case of Percy Jackson.”
“Nice, he’s bound to be overjoyed by it,” grinned Alex.
“Right,” smiled mischievously Magnus.
This, of course, was when the norns decided that today was too uneventful and that they needed more enrichment in their lives. Said enrichment came in the form of a blast of light in the hallway before them, which then disappeared, leaving behind only an individual dressed in a variation of Robin’s suit which was worn by Tim Drake as Robin. It was well crafted, along with the possibly-a-wig, utility belt and a mask, looking even better than the stuff they used in the making of movies.
“What the fuck,” muttered Alex.
“Maybe someone is cosplaying Robin? Or someone was making a live movie adaptation?” said Magnus, kneeling down next to the person to check him over for injuries.
When he went to remove the mask, he got blasted by electricity and he let out a startled yelp before Alex pulled him up and further away from the unconscious person.
Who was no longer unconscious, but jumping up to his feet into a defensive position, holding a bo staff which came from seemingly nowhere.
“Who are you? What is this place?” the person demanded.
If this was dimension travel shenanigans, Magnus was really going to throw himself into the Ginnungagap this time. What even was his life at this point?
“Calm down, we don’t want to hurt you,” said Magnus, holding out his hands, “I’m Magnus, he/him, and this is Alex, he’s going by he/him now, but it changes. You are in Hotel Valhalla. Why are you cosplaying the Tim Drake Robin?”
“We don’t?” mumbled Alex.
“Goddamnit all to the North Pole. Dimension travel, really? Again?” groaned Robin before stopping for a moment and speaking again a few moments later, “You don’t have any gods, more precisely gods of speed, you would want to sacrifice me to, right? My friends wouldn't be amused. Certainly not Imp. But it’s a funny thought. Wait, did you ask if I was cosplaying Robin?”
“No, no sacrifices, thank you very much. Because you have the suit? It’s really great, though,” reacted Magnus quickly.
“Which Robin? Why are you cursing out the North Pole?” asked Alex curiously.
“Because almost all of the elves retired and wrapping and delivering presents across the globe sucks. Giving coal to Darkseid is great, though, we’re driving him even more insane than Santa did,” replied Robin.
“What?” reacted Alex, now looking concerned.
“I don’t assume you are cosplaying Robin, are you?” asked Magnus tiredly.
“Nah, I’m the real deal. Got blasted in a fight by an alien magician. The others should come for me sooner or later, though,” waved his hand Robin, or Alvin Draper, or Tim Drake-Wayne.
Magnus cursed in a way which would probably make Mallory proud.
A lightning went by.
Magnus let out a string of curses again. Robin sighed.
Then he was almost sent flying into Magnus and Alex, but somehow managed to stay on his feet, because an overjoyed speedster launched himself at Robin.
“TimTimTimTimTimTimAreyouokay? TheothersarefindingawaybackandIcameheretofindyou. Areyouinjured? Ifyouareinjured, I’msendingthemagicianbackintimetogeteatenbyadinosaur,noonecanstophisfateinthatcaseRob,” chatted Impulse, letting go of the Bird in favor of searching him for injuries.
Magnus did not understand a word of what Impulse just said and Alex looked minute away from cutting off someone’s head.
“Imp, good to see you. I’m fine, really. No injury. No sacrificing,” Robin said with a small smile.
“Would someone please be so kind and explain what the fuck is happening?” asked Alex.
“Dimension travel. You know those comics I talked to you about? Young Justice team, who killed Santa?” said Magnus.
“Oh my gods, I thought we were promised nothing will happen for at least a year,” growled Alex.
“We’re Young, Just Us, not Young Justice, why do people always get it wrong,” grumbled Impulse, shoving a can of Zesti and a pack of snacks at Robin.
“And we didn’t kill Santa,” added Robin.
“Yep, that was the sentient meteorite. And we are delivering the presents every year, eventhoughwedidn’tkillhim,” added Impulse.
“Also, why are the vikings killing each other? Where are we?” asked Impulse after glaring at Robin until he started eating.
“Valhalla, Norse mythology, different dimension. Did you get yourself blasted too?” replied Robin, throwing a speedster bar he took out of his belt at Impulse, who quickly caught it.
“Yep, wouldn’t leave you alone, Rob. If it calms you, the alternative would be going to Speedforce to find you,” smiled the speedster innocently.
“That figures,” sighed the vigilante.
“But the others were already planning to contact Zatanna or Constantine, not really sure,” shrugged Impulse.
Then his eyes went alight with an idea.
“Rob. RobRobRob. Do you think you have a counterpart here?”
“It’s possible,” hummed Robin thoughtfully, “just find out what the situation is before you abduct them, please. Also remember the manual for handling different dimension Robins.”
“Ofcourse, being prepared to get kicked or bitten, establish trust, not look into their eyes for a longer period of time,” nodded Impulse.
“Bitten?” asked Magnus, dumbfounded and concerned.
“Yeah, it’s a valid concern,” said Impulse, “especially with mine Rob. Others too, but not nearly as much.”
“Isn’t the staring thing usually with animals?” asked Alex curiously.
“Me and my other selves usually don’t appreciate it, as don’t other people,” waved the other teen his hand.
“I think you should get tested for neurodivergence, dude,” muttered Impulse before disappearing.
“Huh, good idea. I’m gonna drag Imp with me, though,” nodded Robin to himself.
Magnus gave up on hoping for a calm or relaxing day and said with a sigh, “We should get you two visitors cards before someone kills you.”
“That would be a very good idea, probably,” nodded Alex, “isn’t Batman or that first Robin, like, crazy over-protective?”
“Meh, kinda. It’s fairly easy to just lie to B, though. They don’t even know about the Santa thing. Or the baseball,” Robin shrugged.
“Gods,” breathed out Alex with mirth, probably remembering what exactly Young Just Us were up to in the comics Magnus told her about.
“Visitors cards, please?” looked Magnus at Alex.
“Sure, sure. Good luck ensuring the kids don’t get into trouble,” laughed Alex before becoming a cheetah and running off.
Robin didn’t look surprised, but given what he lived through, that wasn’t very surprising, although it was concerning.
“You’ve got comics about us here? And who are you? Aside from your name, I mean. Also, how did you get into Valhalla, if you don’t mind me asking?” asked the vigilante.
“Yeah, pretty popular ones too, even had an animated TV show based on them. Me and Alex are demigods, there are a lot of them here. Norse ones, that is. There are also Greek and Roman ones. I’ve got into a fight with a fire giant because of my crazy uncle,” Magnus shrugged.
There probably won’t be any disasters because he told Robin this information. Probably.
Magnus narrowed his eyes at the ceiling.
“That doesn’t sound fun,” said Robin, looking like he was filing away the information for later.
“Nah, it wasn’t fun. Still better than being in prophecies and stopping Ragnarok, though,” winced Magnus.
That was when Alex returned, changing into his human form and throwing one visitor’s card at Robin.
“Here ya go, I will give the others to your friend when he returns. By the way, wouldn’t kidnapping yourself be dismantling the dimensions or something?” he said.
“Nope, it should be fine,” waved Robin his hand.
“Did- did you do this before?” asked Magnus faintly.
“What, abduct a different dimension me if they are in a bad situation?” asked the vigilante innocently.
Too innocently.
“I thought Batman was the one with adoption issues,” cackled Alex.
“He is, we just bring the children near him and he goes “Mine child now” and snatches them into his cape,” laughed Robin.
“Yep, they don’t allow Batman to come anywhere near parent-less, at the moment, children on JL missions. Also, I found your here-self, Tim. I have a suspicion they might not be entirely human, a monster was attacking them when I found them. And they are six years old. And my counterpart is also six and was beating the monster with a shoe,” beamed Impulse at Robin with small black haired and brown haired children held firmly in his arms.
The children were decisively not biting him, but rather hiding their faces in Impulse’s chest and holding onto him.
“Hey there, buddy,” Robin crouched down next to the now sitting speedster and the children, speaking gently, “everything is okay now, alright? Bart saved you from the monster. Is there somewhere you want to go?”
“R- Robin?” the black-haired child looked at Robin and his blue eyes widened.
“Robin!” the other child gasped enthusiastically, letting go of Impulse to stand up in between the two of them, staring up at the hero in awe, flapping his hands, “Robin, you are real?”
“Ohmygod, ohmygod, RobinandImpulsearereal,” muttered black haired child with a star struck expression.
Magnus had a feeling he was about to be a co-witness of child abduction.
Impulse made an awww sound, looking at Robin and weaponizing puppy eyes.
The foreboding feeling worsened and felt much more like a prediction of the nearest future.
“Yep, I’m 100 percent real, in the flesh. What’re your names?” smiled Robin.
“I’m Bart Allen, you know, like Impulse here," grinned the child, “this is Tim Drake, he’s my best friend.”
“How did you get here? Is Nightwing real too? Orphan?” question Tim.
“Magician, we’ve got blasted in a fight and ended up here. Yep, everyone is real, wanna come with us and meet them all? You can get adopted by B,” offered Robin with a smile.
Tim looked to be stopped in time for a couple of seconds, during which Impulse exchanged a worried look with Robin. Then, at a speed on which any speedster could be proud of, Robin had two children clinging to him. Said children were also going on to tell the vigilante about their lives and interests and going on how much they wanted to see other superheroes.
Magnus, on the other hand, felt a sudden urge to go and let Jack sing to a few people. One song on a loop. A very annoying song. The best part was, Jack would likely enjoy it and it would provide him with enrichment.
Impulse disappeared from the visible spectrum, which was worrying. Alex, on the other hand, was still standing beside Magnus and clenching her fists after having put the visitor’s cards around the boys’ necks.
Moments later he appeared again, with the visitor’s card around his neck and boxes of take-out.
Magnus wasn’t even going to question how he got it. If they were lucky, and only if, nothing too much more chaotic was going to happen, like Odin deciding to- Nope, he wasn’t even going to think it. Hah, take that, destiny!
To be sure, Magnus knocked onto a wooden pillar, just as Impulse spoke up.
“Okay, I’ve got food for all of us, since you must be hungry,” he smiled at the children before looking questioningly at Alex and Magnus.
“Can we use one of your rooms until the others come to get us?” asked Robin, standing up and hiding the children partially behind his cape.
Were adoption instincts of the Wayne family contagious through sheer force of proximity with them? Just how many children could Impulse and Robin kidnap if they wanted? Magnus shut the thought down quickly, nodding to Robin’s question.
“Yeah, we can go to my room. Alex, wanna join?”
“Sure, this is way better than telenovelas,” he grinned.
“Crash, we’ve got food for you two guys too,” beamed Impulse before adding, “from that place you like.”
Aaaand Magnus was still decisively not going to question how stalkerism also ran in the families of Flash and Batman. He would rather remain at least a little bit sane, thank you very much.
The two children and Robin resembled feral racoons when they got the food handled to them. The boys were cuddled up together under Robin’s unlatched cape next to him, with Impulse on Robin’s other side. At one point, Alex moved too close to the kids and too quickly and almost got bit by Bart while Tim hissed at her, the action followed by Robin.
Impulse ignored the feral racoon adjacent actions and handed them bottles of Cola.
Then a portal opened near Magnus’ fireplace and Superboy and Wonder girl came out, looking slightly panicked.
The group waved at them, except for Bart and Tim.
“Grife, Robin, Impulse, what have you got there?” reacted Superboy.
“Holy fluffin adoption instinct, Batman,” muttered Wonder girl.
“New addition to B’s and Uncle’s family,” grinned Robin.
Impulse eagerly nodded.
“I’m starting to think the JL will soon try to ban you two from dimensional travel and then the rest of us,” spoke up Wonder girl.
“Welp, we don’t exactly travel there on purpose,” pointed out Impulse.
“Besides, B would never say no to more kids,” smirked Robin.
Bart and Tim were watching the two heroes with distrust.
I bet 20 dollars Super guy gets bit, Alex signed at Magnus.
Bet accepted, I bet on WG, signed Magnus back.
From what he knew of the two heroes and the two children, it was a matter of who moved too close too quickly (which Impulse did all the time, but that was different, because it was Impulse, as the boys said. Honestly, if they didn’t start stalking Impulse, Robin and the rest of Batman’s and Flash’s family, he would give up falafel for the rest of his after-death-life).
It was also kind of funny how the two were distrusting of everyone, but the two heroes, and that they would let Impulse and Robin take them to a tertiary location. It reminded him of ducklings imprinting on people. Very feral duckling with stalkerish tendencies and hero worship.
“Are every variations of you two feral?” asked Superboy.
Tim hissed at him.
“Fuck you, you grifing sushi man,” growled Bart.
Robin just glared at him in a manner reminiscent of Batman.
Superboy had a haunted expression on his face.
“Can we please go now? I really don’t want Nightwing to find out that you guys were missing,” asked Wonder girl nervously.
“We are gonna meet Nightwing!” delightedly squealed Tim.
“Yeah, Nightwing!” echoed Bart excitedly, beaming.
Superboy looked back at the portal with a terrified expression.
“You are silly,” informed Tim seriously, chuckling at his action.
Bart was outright giggling.
“He is very silly,” nodded Robin.
“So so very very very silly,” agreed Impulse with a grin.
Superboy glared at them and started coming closer before stopping dead in his tracks when Bart threw a batarang at him.
“Stop, you fiend! You won’t harm us!” Bart yelled out.
Alex offered Magnus popcorn from a bowl, which he got from who knows where. Maybe some pocket dimension. At this point Magnus wouldn’t even be surprised by that.
Superboy sighed, “Come on, I’m one of the good guys.”
“That’s exactly what a bad guy would say! Show us your criminal records! And proof!” argumented Tim.
"Yeah, we want proof! And crime records! And blood oath that you won’t harm or eat us, Robin, Impulse or Batman and Flash and their families,” nodded Bart frantically.