-Thank you to WallyandDick for the request!!-

-My mother left me alone for forty minutes today and I dyed my hair. That is the level of unstable I've reached-

The sisters collapsed against each other, landing on their feet, but barely. Timothy glances around them, they were back in the warehouse, as they knew it.

"Well, it looks like our time..."

"Let's go back." Dixie said quickly. "We need to tell dad what happened."

There was a shifting in the shadows nearby, causing the girls to perk up. "Speak of the devil." Dianne observed.

"HEY DAD!" Jazzy shouted, snatching up the strange, gun-like object they'd found. "See what happened? This is why I said that you should take Robin out yourself! look what happens when you send us to do it-"

A figure darted out from the shadows, knocking the sixteen year old to the ground with a grunt. The shadowing figure pressed a blade to her throat and glared up at the others.

He had short, black hair, a familiar jawline, and a glare that equaled that of their eldest sister. He shot upwards, pulling Jazzy with him as a hostage. She kicked his shins impatiently.

"Who the hell are you?" Timothy exclaimed before she could stop herself. She thought she knew every Gotham rogue!

"I would aske you the same question." They all, except Dianne, whipped around to face the second figure, emerging behind them: about nineteen or twenty, male, slightly grown out black hair, and a very familiar red and black costume.

Timothy and her sisters looked down at her costume, and then up as the boy's. Confused. 

"Hello?" Timothy asked, unable to think up a better question.

"Hey! Are you  just going to let this creep shank me?" Jazzy shouted from behind them. They ignored her.

Male- Timothy leaned around them to see, and sighed. "Jesus, already? we just got here."

"I'm taking precautions." The other growled. Dianne stared into him, contemplatively.

"I don't think we went back to our own time." Dianne stated. She picked up the gun that her sister had dropped when tackled.

"Put it down!" A young boy swung from a high window and made a clean kick for the gun. Dianne dodged.

"Robin!" Male-Timmy shouted. "We said to stay put!"

"She had a gun!" The boy protested.

"I heard this one say that they were here to take out Robin." The eldest hissed.

"That's the wrong inflection!" Jazzy shouted. Stopping the struggle to point at her little sister. "That's Robin, and our dad, The Bat made us take her on patrol!"

"We used this to time travel forwards. we thought that the opisite would be time travel backwards..." Dianne thought aloud. "Time travel is time travel, in both directions, but the opposite would be..."

"Space travel?" Dixie asked, staring at the young boy, around her age. 

"Dimensional travel." Dianne corrected.

Timothy looked at Dianne's male doppelganger over her shoulder. "She's Nightwing, I'm Red Robin, and that's Red Hood you've got there.... You can keep her."

Male Nightwing dropped the girl. "We don't want her."

Jazzy pulled herself up. "Rude. But in our universe, I'm designed to be a successful (Criminally underage) cam girl, so fuck you."

"...fucking Jason..." Male Timmy grumbled under his breath.

Across the warehouse, the door banged open, and there stood a teenage boy, twin guns pulled on them. He had shortish hair with a flash of white in the front, and a tan leather jacket, just like Jasmine's. He took in the scene and huffed, lowering his guns. "Jesus- FUCK! How do you guys always get here first?"

"Slowpoke." The youngest boy mocked. 

The teen drew his left-hand gun and shook it at the eleven year old. "Well at least I didn't need big brother Red Ro to give me lift!"

"If you had, maybe you'd be on time!"

The sixteen year old boy fired a warning shot into the ceiling. Jasmine scrambled to her holster and drew her own two guns.

"Drop 'em, Fuckrag!" Jazzy shouted, aiming at her male doppelganger.

"You drop your guns!" He responded, aiming at her.

"I would, but I have an A+ ass. You'll have to pay!"

"Why would I pay for a slice when I can look in the mirror and have the whole cake?"

"Please... can we just talk this over?" The Timothys were cringing into their hands, the Robins didn't get it, and both Damian and Dianne looked SO done.

"Who are you guys?" Dixie asked, still not getting it.

"Seriously, just look around, dipshit:" Jazzy said, exasperated. "An eleven year old boy and girl who look identical and are both called Robin; two sexy-ass sixteen year olds with the same bizarre hair pattern..."

"Twins?" Male Robin asked.

"Not twins dumbass!" Male Hood exclaimed.

"Robbie, baby, let me spell this out for you: We used a device. to travel through universes. and met people who are JUST like us, but male."

"Clones?" Dixie asked.

"OH MY FUCK!" The Hoods chorused, lowering their guns in frustration.

"Robin, we're in an alternate universe." Female Timmy explained as patiently as she could.

"Oh." The kids said in unison. Boy Robin looked at his counterpart and smiled. "You're from another universe? That's so cool!"

"This is you're universe?" Dixie asked. "You're all boys! That's awesome! What are your names?"

"Robin, we aren't supposed to-" Male-Dianne was interrupted by his little brother shouting:

"Dick! Richard! What's you're name?"

"Richelle, but everyone started calling me Dixie because Jazzy had trouble pronouncing Richelle." 

"I could too pronounce it! It's just a dumb name! Dixie sounds better." Jasmine snapped.

"So... Jazzy? The teenage boy asked.

"Jasmine. Jazzy is just something I got stuck with a LONG time ago." She explained. "You?"

He smirked devilishly. "Sorry, that's top secret information."

"Jay Jay! He's Jason. But we call him Jay!" Dick said quickly, very excited.

"Well." Jazzy said smugly. "Nice to meet you JayJay."

"No one calls me that. Only Dick does." Jason interrupted.

"Uh huh, SURE."

The Red Robins made eye contact and nodded awkwardly. "Timothy."

"Timothy."

The DDs had been shockingly quiet through the exchange, weapons drawn, sizing each other up. Dick spontaneously hugged his brother around the middle, somehow managing to not be stabbed. "This is Damian."

Dixie tried to hug her sister but was shoved off. "Dianne." She explained.

Jason and Jasmine were currently torn between hitting on and killing each other, while the Timothys had crowded around the gun-like transportation device. "So... Far right took you forwards in time..." Tim pointed cautiously at the dial. "and far left took you through dimensions... then middle-right should take you back in time right?"

"Or it freezes time." Timmy observed."

"Valid point." Tim agreed. "Try all grabbing on and turning the dial to middle-left, maybe it'll take you home."

"...Maybe..." Timmy wasn't sure she wanted to risk her sisters' safety with all this uncertainty.

"Hey, you're better all going at once. Nerf or Nothing, y'know?" Tim asked.

Timmy nodded a little. "GIRLS! C'MERE!" She shouted. "Do you want to get your- cover your ears, Dixie- do you want to get your dumbasses home?"

"Fine, but I'm keeping the ultra-terrestrial machine!" Jasmine announced.

"Absolutely unlikely." Timmy replied. "Now- grab Dianne or she's going to keep trying to out-batglare herself. DIXIE!"

The eleven year old Graysons, who had been chasing each other around the concrete floor, in a wild game of tag, stopped. "I gotta go." Dixie explained.

"Bye." Dick said, a little sad to see himself go.

Dixie grabbed Timothy's  sleeve, Timothy grabbed Jazzy, who grabbed Dianne, and she prepared the dial.

"Mother doesn't like you as much as she likes me." Dianne stated. "Father too."

Before Damian could spring forwards and gut them, Timmy twisted the dial, and they were gone.

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The girls collapsed in a heap on the ground. Dianne sprung up and checked on her littlest sister

Jasmine took inventory of her guns, and made an attempt to snatch the travelling machine from Timmy. "Let's see where else this badboy can take us-"

"No." Dianne snatched it from both of them. "I'm taking this to the cave and calling father."

"great." Timmy muttered.

"That's a lame ass move, Demon." Jazzy complained. "Well, you can tell dad that THIS is why I don't like babysitting!"

-BOTH my 6 week dance intensives finished tonight (We ran overtime, so 6 1/2 hours of back-to-back filming, and now writing this at 1:00am)-