The Killing Joke (Tim Drake, Max Gibson, Oracle - Barbara Gordon)

Shifting the phone to her left ear, Max listened to the soft beeps as the line attempted to jump dimensions and connect to another Earth's Batgirl. The young woman had been highly suspicious, no less than Oracle had been when they'd originally come through some months ago. Max had to prove herself to the older woman before she'd even been allowed to establish herself in the Clocktower base. Since then, Tim Drake had left her here to go further into the established multiverse to try and find some more help.

The culprit to Terry's inexplicable bad luck of falling into situations he couldn't help was at fault, she felt. The Universe as a whole had tried to correct itself by doing something Tim had explained. Even he couldn't understand entirely why he was wandering around trying to fix things that had nothing to do with him. The only thing Tim had been able to point out was the space between dimensions created by the Flash known as Flashpoint to all of his dimensions heroes.

Drake declared Flashpoint the culprit for the breaches. Max thought, So why is it Terry that was affected? What if it's Tim Drake causing the fluctuations between dimensions, hopping around like he is? Though Terry could be meant to fall into other worlds, so if that's the case, should we really be trying to find him? Terry's always getting into trouble. He even became Batman after his father's death was brought to light and he kept going. For everyone, including himself.

(Break)

Flashpoint (Barbara Gordon Sr. and Thomas Wayne)

The woman had a gun pressed to his head, the muzzle of the weapon pressed against his skin as if he had committed some kind of sin. Her eyes reminded him of steel, unwavering, unflinching… as if she understood his mission.

"Batman." she said harshly, "That woman… why?"

Thomas slowly turned his head to look at the old woman. She was dressed in a trench coat and the muzzle of her gun dropped away to reveal it's barrel free appearance. The short crop of her hair and the round tilt of her glasses reminded the cowled man of Gordon. "You have the advantage." he declared, "Though your appearance reminds me of someone else that once came to pay me a visit. Why are you here?"

"Why did you kill that woman?" Barbara Gordon insisted.

"She's not dead. The bullet was simply a way to deliver a powerful narcotic that will temporarily place her in a coma while the hospital undoes the Joker's poisons."

(Break)

Son of Batman (Damian, Bruce, Alfred, Mary McGinnis, and Matt McGinnis)

Pressing two fingers to the throat of the unconscious older woman, Damian looked back over his shoulder at the complete destruction that had once been the Batcomputer. The strange data device he'd pulled from the woman's fingers as she'd tried to explain the situation turned over in his fingers as he examined it. He'd brushed off her panicked explanations during his assault, but the name 'Matt' still struck a chord in the child's throat. A soft sniffle from the debris of the computer got Damian looking straight at the computer again. The soft shift of fabric snagging on metal had the young boy moving again, only this time he earned a scream from the second intruder.

Letting out a breath, Damien leaned casually on a piece of shrapnel as his trained eyes found the body shape of another child in the ruins. Waving his hand around, he glanced towards the door where his father and the butler were beginning to emerge. "You can come out now. No one's going to hurt you," he stated before his brow lifted slightly. "Why'd an intruder bring an untrained kid with them is beyond me…."