-No Stock photo, but here's an extremely cursed sketch of the team dressed as the queens from SIX. I'm very sorry-

-I Know I said I'd never do this, but I desided to. I got this request from @storm-of-imagination and desided I finally needed to-

 It was Tim's fault, Really. If he hadn't been snooping through the League's old files, he never wouldn't found the fist video.

"What was that?" Cassie hopped off the couch, hurrying over as he scrambled to plug in his headphones.

"Sorry, I though these were.." He blushed a little, proceseing her question. "I dunno, some video. It's saved in this old file laybled...'important'..." He could tell he fucked up as she rolled her eyes.

"You're not supposed to creep through the League's files!"

"Well, almost all the additions were made like, five years ago." He explained, caught. "And they're basically all either video or photo files.Aren't you curious?"

"Whatever. Don't get caught." She unplugged his headphones and sat on the couch's armrests.

"Don't get caught doing what?" Garfield looked up across the living room, where the three assembled.

Tim didn't want to share this cool-ass secret file he found, but before he could say anything, Cassie replied. "Oh, just some secret league file Robin found."

Thanks. He thought, now the kid was intrigued.

"Should I tell Nightwing?"

"I'll tell him later." Tim probably wouldn't. He reluctantly let them see his computer screan and turned the audio on half way. He opened the first video link.

He hoped this wasn't porn or something. He didn't know how porn would get in the JL's files, but it seemed like something Jason would do...

....would've done.

-

*A short black-haired boy, about Garfield's age, and a boy and girl a bit older than Tim are standing in the same living room they sit in now*

Black-haired boy: are you guys ready to mark that with music?

Blonde girl: we're gonna get lost.

Redhead boy: I'm good. I'm a fast learner

Blonde girl: you're also a fast forgetter, Baywatch.

-

"Sorry... Who is this?" Cassie asked.

"I don't know, it was recorded five years ago." Tim shrugged.

"What does 'Baywatch' mean?" Garfield asked.

-

Black-haired boy: look, I'm just teaching you what I learned in dance class, I DONT WANT TROUBLE.

Blonde girl: you ALWAYS want trouble.

Black-haired boy: true, true. Computer, play "Speedrun" from The Trail To Oregon!

-

The three watched in silence for a glorious two minutes and thirty-nine seconds, as the black-haired boy danced gracefully and the others struggled to keep up.

Something about the way the boy danced was weird, familiar to Tim, though he couldn't quite figure out why.

"What the hell is that?" Bart and Jaime rounded the corner.

"Just some weird old videos." Garfield frowned. He was either disturbed by the video he just watched, or he was still trying to figure out what Baywatch means.

"What's the next one?" Cass pointed lower on the screen.

-

*the camera is being held, though they cant see who's holding it, they're filming the kids from the last video and two other teens who looked... Very familiar...*

Voice behind camera: Superboy and I came downstairs, and these four are here...

-

"Oh my God! These are the original team members!" Tim gaped. "Look, Superboy," he pointed each kid out. "Kid Flash, Artemis, it must be Ms. Martian behind the camera... "

"Wait, is that Nightwing?" Jaime pointed at the tween in the hoodie. "He's so young!"

"Yeah, that was in his tenure as Robin." Tim nodded, scrutinizing the boy on screen; Dick had gone from American-Girl Doll to Brittany Spears in five years.

"So, that must be-" Cassie's finger lingered over the sixth team member. They all shuddered.

-

M'gann: guys, why are you here? Full Disclosure!

KF: I slammed the door after arguing with my parents and didn't want to be home. Full Disclosure!

The Sixth teammate: I don't have anywhere else to be on land. Full Disclosure.

(Ex)Robin: My last english test brought down my average from 95% to 87%! I'm scared my... dad is going to yell at me. Full Disclosure!

Artemis: there was a heroine deal going down outside my appartment and I didn't want to get shanked... Full Disclosure!

KF: yeah... Arty wins.

-

It was weird to see Dick so timid and scared about Bruce grounding him. Tim had kinda just assumed he was always rebellious and didn't care what Bruce thought. Then again, Tim had never thought about how weird it must have been to be the first Robin and see Bruce as an all-powerful ruler.

"They're... fun." Cassie still wasn't over the presence of the teams old leader.

Tim hurridly clicked on the next video.

-

*You can tell by the length and water mark that this was pulled from a TikTok account. (Ex)Robin was in costume, taking down an assailant. He cuffed the man and picked up his gun, gesturing gingerly to his team*

The Sixth Teammate: ROBIN!

KF: DUDE! Treat every gun like it's loaded!

*(ex)Robin raises the gun to his head*

The Sixth Teammate: NO!

-

"Jesus..."

"Is this... Our Nightwing?" Bart asked.

"Hello?" They all turned to see... yeah, Nightwing. He'd stopped in the doorway when he heard his name. "What're you watching?"

Tim gaped a little, not able to think of something to say. To his horror, Dick strolled closer, he saw what they were watching and went blank.

"WHY ARE YOU WATCHING THIS!" He shouted, a flush creeping up his face, trying to hide the computer screen.

"Is that really you when you were younger?" Jaime asked.

Dick cringed. "I was like thirteen! I was stupid!"

-

*(ex) Robin is standing several meters away from the camera in a 'TikTok Shy Boi' stance*

(Ex)Robin: What if I was Minecraft Steve and we kissed my your sugar cane farm. Hehe- just kidding...

*(ex)Robin runs forwards and grabs the camera off the stand*

(Ex)Robin: -UNLESS?

-

Dick blushed a little. He was the team's leader, but he felt like a little kid again. "Turn this off!"

"Why?"

"Just-" He groaned, taking his hands off the screen and pacing back-and-forth. This was, for lack of a better word, embarrassing. "It's so stupid!"

"No, it's funny." Bart admitted.

"NO, it- it's corny!" Dick argued.

"Nightwing?" M'gann Stood in the doorway. "What's wrong?"

"They found some old vidoes of us..."

"How old?"

"You and SB's honeymoon year."

She looked a little angry, then sad, then horrorfied. "This was year one? My hair was SO GROSS! You guy's can't watch those!"

"Oh." Garfield looked down at the screen. "Oh no. It's too late."

She sighed, patting his hair. "Okay, You can watch them."