Refugees in Skyrim

The man smiles politely at Red Robin as he hands over the data pad. "I was told that the Batman from my universe was the sole surviving hero and that he was joining your group? I was also told that all people from the same universe has to go to the same place?"

Red Robin was gaping openly. He blinks a moment later, what the man said takes a moment to reach him, "Umm.. Uhh Yeah maybe. Just.. let me check the readings." He quickly flips through them but glances up once or twice trying but failing to be subtle.

The Robin with the swords and the blond Batgirl was openly staring at the man like he was some sort of weird specimen and the redhead woman in the wheelchair was watching him in clear amusement.

He had the feeling that he was missing something vital. "I was surprised that my world's Batman took the initiative to actually join a group. He's not exactly someone who joins others willingly or quickly. I was certain that someone would have to... well not force but convince him to go with them..." he pointedly doesn't fidget at the continued stares.

"Well everything seems to be in order... You do belong to his world." Red Robin says, ".. I guess you're joining us?"

The man nods, the people in the room couldn't help but notice the calm almost peaceful air about him.

Batgirl steps forward her head tilted and a slight smile on her face now, "Sir... umm might I ask how did you get here? Not that you shouldn't be here... I mean.. umm well you know what I mean." she babbles.

"Yes my being here is probably rather peculiar to you." he says kindly, "It's unfortunate but my version of Earth was in a horrible state. Most of the Heroes were killed during a massive world war. Batman couldn't find many heroes to go with him so he decided to seek out alternate help. He brought me to help console the grieving. Considering how occupied I've been it was probably a good idea on his part."

"And your help is certainly appreciated ... Father Todd." Oracle says not bothering to hide her amusement, she turns and rolls back to the computer console, but turns and addresses Red Robin, "The medical wing is sending someone over. They think it's someone else who belongs to our group."

Red Robin starts but nods in acknowledgement.

The priest's eyes widen slightly as he puts the couple of clues they gave him together. He didn't introduce himself but she knew his name. "Ahh, I was wondering why I was being stared at. I thought it was because I was a little out of place here. So you know a counterpart of myself?" he asks a note of amazement in his voice.

Another woman in a Batgirl like suit nods, "Our brother." she says shortly, it's the first thing she's said the whole time. Her entire face was covered so the priest couldn't see her expression.

Red Robin gives him a slight smile, "He isn't exactly the Priest type."

Father Todd hums in amusement, "You'd be surprised. I look forward to meeting him." he says conversationally.

"Excuse me Oracle?" it was one of the techs, he was pushing a gurney. There was a small figure unconscious on the movable bed.

"There you are. Red Robin is checking readings, let him double check and make sure the kid belongs with us." she tells the man.

"Another kid?" Kid Flash asks curiously, "I've never seen him before." he says looking over at what he could estimate to be a nine to twelve year old child.

"He's probably from someone else's universe." Aqualad guesses.

Red Robin snorts going over the boy's readings, he turns to the tech, "Yeah he belongs with us. Give us the details of his condition."

"We couldn't find anything wrong with him so the docs had some magical members check him out. Apparently he burned out from some magical mystical force.... thing. He still has some magic according to the 'witch doctor'.." the tech makes quotation marks, ".. so according to them he'll be fine with a couple of days bed rest, he's just not going to be able to do a lot with what magic he does have. Here's his file, if you have any questions I suggest hunting down the magicals that examined him. Their names and group numbers are listed."

"Okay thanks for the help. We'll look this over." Red Robin says automatically handing the file over to Bruce at the computer station as the tech hurries off, no doubt rushing to do some other task.

"Okay I may have missed it but who is the kid again?" Artemis asks pointedly.

"Billy Batson." Mr Wayne informs her without looking up, "If you want to know more you'll have to wait till he wakes up. And he is from your universe."

Kid Flash tilts his head in confusion, "But the League, our group and a couple other supers were the only ones that came from our universe."

"Maybe his magic backfired and turned him into a little kid?" Aqualad suggests.

"Maybe but sense this is magic were talking about, this could be his secret identity!" Robin enthusiastically, "We can eliminate most of the league just by the nature of their powers."

"Aquaman, Etrigan, Captain Marvel, John Constantine, Zatara, and Wonder Woman are the ones with magic that managed to come with us." Aqualad says quietly.

"Constantine and Zatara don't have Secret Identities. Wonder Woman's secret identity isn't that of a little boy. I've seen her under her identity." Robin reasons.

"My king doesn't.... didn't really have a secret identity either." Aqualad adds correcting himself mid-sentence. "And he wasn't exactly skilled with much magic."

"So that means either Etrigan or Captain Marvel. He could be Jason Blood de-aged except he has another name." Robin says pointedly to the older Bruce Wayne, who spilled those beans, "So this can't be Etrigan. So unless we missed something he's probably Captain Marvel!"

"-TT-, Took you long enough." The sword wielding Robin sneers rudely. "It's a wonder how any of you survived the battle with how incompetent you obviously are."

Red Robin sighs deeply, "They're talking about people they knew and lost, Robin. It's understandable to be a little slow on the uptake when it's painful to think about them. Stop trying to pick a fight."

"He's being a bully." the little boy named Matt points out, glaring at the sneering Robin.

Harry who was laying down on a sleeping bag someone fetched out of the traveling supplies adds his two cents, "It's a unpleasant thing to say but it's not bullying. Reminds me of someone I know though... All he needs is a British accent, blond hair and to say something about his father every other sentence and it could be him."

"Give him time, he hasn't said more then two sentences. I'm sure he has a one-liner about his father ready to come out soon." Red Robin says with a bit of humor.

"Like you're one to talk. I'm not the one who pathetically stalked my father, Drake." Robin retorts ignoring the fact he did in fact say something about his father...

Red Robin goes to say something else but Black Bat steps up and puts a finger to his lips. "You're the Boss right now. Be nice."

He snorts but nods, "Alright, I'll stop." he turns to Robin again though, "...no names in the field." he quickly reprimands but it didn't really have any heat to it.

"Wait, Drake?" The Young Justice Robin asks, "Timmy?!?"

The older vigilante sighs and chuckles, "Yeah, It's a long story."

Not really noticed by anyone the older Bruce Wayne gives Red Robin a pain filled glance but quickly goes back to the medical report.

"You're way older, like almost an adult... so that means..." Robin trails off his eyes wide.

"Rob... Oh man. That guy, Red Hood called Nightwing Dickhead." Kid Flash says snickering under his breath.

Robin snorts and elbows the other boy, "Don't repeat that, there are kids here." he says pointedly in an attempt to distract the others from figuring it out.

"Don't bother. I think we're far beyond keeping Identities secret, Dick." comes a voice from the computer terminal.

"Oracle!" Tim exclaims sounding scandalized.

The red head chuckles, "Tim, everyone left on the station is going to completely new worlds. Keeping our identities secret at this point is completely useless. Do you honestly think we're not going to share when we get to the other side?"

Tim opens his mouth to reply but closes it a second later and gives her an annoyed pout. "... You should still let people make their own choices, Babs."

A look of recognition passes over Dick's face. He didn't really pay attention to the lady at the terminal earlier. There were hundreds of familiar people around the place after all.

Not even realizing it he gets onto his feet and finds himself beside the alternate version of his friend, a look of heartfelt pain on his face.

Sensing someone beside her, Barbara turns and with a glance understands. At his age they were the best of friends and he had just lost her... someone he had just started to love beyond that of a friend and now never truly will.

Not even thinking she reaches for him, pulls him down onto her lap and hugs him. Dick buries his head into the crook of her neck and the fragile dam that was holding back all his grief bursts apart. Child like sobs break free from his throat while Barbara rides out the storm of his grief, rubbing his back and murmuring reassurances.

The sobs last for awhile but finally slow and are replaced with sniffling, his face still buried in the crook of her neck.

"Richard Grayson, you better not wipe snot on me." she says quietly, sternly after awhile.

A surprised laugh escapes the boy and he lifts his head, he gives her a wobbly but genuine smile. "Would I honestly ever do that to you Babs?"

"Yes." she says without hesitation.

He chuckles lightly but it becomes a bit pained after a moment, "... thank you." he says his voice sounding a bit choked up.

"It's okay kid. I understand... we all understand at this point." she says quietly. She nudges him. Without a word he stands. Barbara points to the computer terminal. "... I need to get back to work."

" kay" he nods and walks back to this friends. No one says anything about his breakdown. Most of them went through the same and they knew it was only a matter of time until one of them had another.

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The terminal quiets down for awhile, the kids doze or talk among themselves, the sound of typing dominates the area.

Another caped Batman enters the room like a wraith, a heavy scowl on his face, the very air near burning with the anger that was practically radiating off of him. "Exactly, what do you think you're doing?!?" he growls out at the older version of himself. Mr. Wayne was still at the computer terminal. A dozen other heroes enter behind Batman, including two Supermen, all of them were on the defensive eyeing the computer terminal and the elderly man in the chair like he was a supervillian.

"Computer enact protocol, Alpha." he says quickly, decisively before anyone even thinks of stopping him.

"Computer cancel protocol, Alpha." Batman counters.

"Computer Protocol 'Alpha' active." the computer states in a feminate but metallic voice. "Password for Cancellation of 'Alpha' protocol incorrect."

Red Robin moves quickly grabbing the old man, securing his arms. He didn't know what was going on but he trusted his own Batman before this older one.

".... Mr. Wayne?" Matt cries out in confusion. Kid Flash speeds behind the kid and grabs him, keeping him at a safe distance from the confrontation, not that it was likely to become very physical...

Superboy likewise steps forward and grabs the collar of Ace who was about to lunge at the group threatening his master.

The station suddenly starts to shake, causing the heroes to cry out in alarm, many of them loosing their footing. Red mars light flash through the halls, alerts popping up on the screens.

Batman quickly takes over the old man's seat, typing, going through the readings. He looks closely at the energy levels of the station, the elderly man was for some reason draining the energy maintaining the pocket dimension.

"What are you trying to accomplish?" he grinds out, his eyes narrowed, turning, glaring at the man.

The old man gives his younger counterpart a crooked smile, "Trying? There is no trying. I've already accomplished my goal."

The entire station shakes again, the lights dimming for a moment.

"Batman sir!" it was someone on the intercom, someone from the main terminal.

"Go ahead" he says through the link.

"An unauthorized portal just opened up sir! It's another pocket dimension! There's people inside.." the panicked technician shouts.

The elderly man grunts, "If you don't get them out of it, they're going to die soon." he states calmly, already knowing that they weren't going to let them die.

Almost all the heroes in the room sprint towards the portal's entry point, not even pausing to ask questions.

The portal room was in a panic, others not knowing what was going on but trying to understand the readings they were getting from the terminals.

"GET THEM OUT OF THERE!!" One of the vigilantes shout towards the others... "IT'S GOING TO COLLAPSE ANY MINUTE!"

Not hesitating heroes converge on the portal pulling unconscious figures onto the station. They finish just as the portal's sides wobble then fizzle out in a flash of broken arcs of electricity, collapsing in on itself.

The room breaths a sigh of relief even as technicians go back to their stations.

"The portal took out most of the station's energy, Batman. Our timetable is going to have to be moved forward. We only have ten hours until complete collapse." one of the techs calls out.

The people from the portal were waking, sitting up, shaking their heads, and blinking at there surroundings with confusion or awe. Over half of them were in black and white futuristic uniforms, police officers. There were a couple people in bindings of some sort and more that looked like outright civilians.

An officer blinks up at Batman in surprise, "Where are we?"

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There were ninety three new additions to the group, Forty nine of which were police officers. The entire group (including those at the other terminal) were going to be transferred to one of the larger computer stations.

At the moment there were only about twenty of them at the larger terminal. The station doctors were checking over the new group of refugees making sure none of them had anything wrong with them.

The elderly Bruce Wayne was maneuvered onto a bench along a wall and had his hands put in a set of unpickable bindings They were the type that kept a person's fingers completely immobile. The larger terminal's vocal receptors were turned off and the man was being kept well away from the computers.

"You could have killed us all." Batman growls at him.

The older man glares right back at his counterpart, completely unrepentant, "I had everything under control. I know what I was doing."

"You could have warned us. We would have had a lot more time and energy left, as it is we're barely going to have enough time to get out of here before the station collapses!" he snarls at him.

The old man shakes his head, "I wasn't going to risk them saying no. Besides they're 'heroes' they can deal with a little time crunch."

"Hey! Don't just blame Mr. Wayne!" a dark skinned pink haired teenager walks over standing slightly in front of the bound elderly man, she was one of the people that came through the portal, "If.. If Mr. Wayne did something wrong... then that makes me his ..henchman!" she declares boldly.

"Accomplice..." someone nearby corrects her under their breath, not willing to get in the middle of the argument like she just did.

"How are you involved?" Batman demands, his voice like gravel.

The teenager twitches nervously but lifts her chin bravely, refusing to cower, "Mr. Wayne was able to send word before our Earth was destroyed. We only had a few minutes to get into the temporary dimension he created. It only had enough room for a few people. There was no time to pick and choose so I just grabbed the group of friends I was with, got them onto a city bus then I hijacked it.... I made as much of a mess as I could and got the police following..."

A male police officer that was standing nearby decides to step forward and report their side of things, "The commissioner ordered every available patrol car to follow the bus, including the ones with perps in the back. When we got to Mr. Wayne's she order us to grab everyone there and do what the girl said." the officer points at the teen, "We were told it was some sort of emergency?"

Max nods along to his account, "I lead them to the portal entry point. I ordered them to get in. I didn't tell them what was going on.." the girl finishes, "So basically... I'm just as at fault for this."

The group didn't know the situation yet... at least the majority of them didn't..

This was going to be a nightmare. Heroes handling this situation was one thing but an entire group of everyday people suddenly loosing everything, some of them armed no less... It was a recipe for disaster..

Another group of the recent refugees, about ten people, enter the terminal area. A red-headed woman a few years shy of middle-aged spots the older Bruce Wayne and hurriedly makes her way over.

The woman doesn't hesitate. There's a distinctive snap as the woman's fist flies breaking Mr. Wayne's nose.

Thunderous shaking, tears running down her face, the woman draws back, burning the elderly man with a enraged glare. "Where... are... MY... Boys..??"

"Mrs. McGinnis!! They're safe! Mr. Wayne saved them... " Max exclaims shocked at the older woman.

Mrs. McGinnis takes in a calming breath, clearly keeping herself from lashing out at him again, "Don't defend him Max. He called and told me that Matt was trapped and DYING and then HUNG UP without explanation!"

The old man grunts, blinking a few times to clear his eye sight, "I did what needed to be done." he says evenly, barely acknowledging the hit.

Max gets between her and the old man, holding her hands up in a calming gesture, "He really did Mrs. McGinnis. If he didn't do that... you wouldn't have rushed as fast as you did... Terry and Matt would have lost you!"

"Max as far as I'm concerned she has every right to hit me, probably more times then I can count." he states calmly, not even phased.

The teenager gives him her own glare, "You are SO not helping.."

"Matthew will be here soon. Terry is currently securing supplies for the smaller group,"He informs the mother. He then turns to his younger counterpart. "Nothing can be done about what I did. My actions are in the past and you have only a limited amount of time to do what you need to do." he points out.

"I'm not leaving you two unguarded." Batman points out bluntly.

As if on cue, Red Robin and the Robin with the swords enter the room. Behind them were the others from the other terminal. Oracle had a screen hoovering in front of her, busy with something to do with the station while Black Bat was pushing her wheelchair to the larger terminal's computer station. Ace the dog had a muzzle and leash on now but was still growling deep in his throat.

"Ace, stand down.." the old man orders the dog. The dog immediately stops growling, stands straight and turns to him. "Good boy.."

"Robin." Batman says pointedly to the boy with the swords. The small vigilante walks over without hesitation, "I want you to guard these two. Keep them away from the computers. I don't suspect that they'll do more but don't underestimate them, they caused more then enough trouble today." he orders the boy gravely.

"Yes, Father." he agrees immediately, training his eyes on the two. He narrows his eyes at the girl, the more mobile and unrestrained of the two. He reaches into one of his pouches and pulls out a set of handcuffs in the shape of bats. "Sit down next to him and make no sudden moves."

Max lifts a incredulous brow and turns to Mr. Wayne, "Is he actually being serious?"

"I'd do what he asks if I were you Max." the man advises blandly, "Just because he's young doesn't mean he can't fight."

The teen lets out an exaggerated sigh and sits down next to Mr. Wayne. She holds her hands out in front of her towards the sword wielding kid, "You know before I met you, I was perfectly law abiding, straight A student. Now look at me! Just today I've kidnapped nearly forty people, stole a city bus, broke hundreds of traffic laws, was an accomplice to breaking inter-dimensional space/time laws that the government made to deter the creation of SUPERVILLIANS and now I'm being cuffed by someone who hasn't hit puberty yet."

The old man was leaning back against the metal wall, his eyes closed clearly taking a moment to rest, his face rough like weathered wood, he grunts, "You're a good minion." he complements after a moment, the corner of his mouth quirked.

"Not a minion... I'm a Henchman... or Hench-woman." she says with a pout as the cuffs click closed around her wrists, "If I'm going to be labeled as supervillain 'help' I am NOT going to be called a minion!"