Disclaimer

The characters in my story are not owned by me. They are the property of DC comics and Warner Bros. I just used them for the story which is completely a product of my own imagination.

Chap 1

"Why are we standing here?" Flash asked. It was the question in all our minds, but he dared to ask.

"I don't know!" he said. I couldn't make out his intention from the tone of his voice. We have been sent back in time, with no means to get out of it. Jonn had explored every possible way, even tried inflating our own worm hole. But it didn't work out.

I looked at his face. Without mask, it was supposed to look perfectly normal. He was Bruce Wayne. He had been Bruce Wayne and he has been with his PARENTS! The only thing, he couldn't tell them! For them and their five month old son BRUCE WAYNE, he was Bruce McGill, from Scotland Yard. Alfred's British accent did stick to him, after all, and he was perfectly able to pick the accent of an American working in London for the last 10 years.

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As we walked aimlessly, we saw a man being attacked by a group of goons near the Gotham General. Bruce jumped into action and so did all of us, just that we fought like normal people, not the Justice League. Just as Bruce prevented a hefty man from landing his crowbar on his rich victim, his eyes met the victim's face! I've never seen Bruce caught so off guard, the crow bar landed right on the back of his head. He crashed onto the floor. Diana and I ran to the rescue, but by that time, the man had taken him into his arms and called out for his car. The man was visibly shivering. The goons had fled. The police arrived and caught one of them. Everything was going on like a skit, like it was planned. I saw a cop with Orange colored hair who went to this man to check if he was alright. The hospital staff, who were till then spectators, came forward and helped Bruce into one of the stretcher beds. Realizing we were to react, we approached the man who looked rather concerned. As he turned his eyes towards us, I had a feeling I had seen him somewhere. His features, his mustache,...there was something about them.

When he realized that we were concerned, he apologized. Then came his car and a spick-and-spack driver stepped out of it. Alfred!

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"Would you like some more cookies?" she asked, sweetly.

"No th...", I was interrupted by Flash "Yes, why not! These are the most wonderful cookies I ever tasted!"

We glared at him. The lady smiled. "Please don't be hard on your friend! I am happy I finally have someone compliment my cookies. Alfred, can you please get them more!"

"Right away madam!"

She continued "I made them myself. Bruce loves this flavour!"

"Bruce! I didn't know Bruce loved cookies! Uh oh!" Flash knew what he had just said. The fact that we didn't withdraw made it even worse for him

"Anything wrong, sir?" Mr. Wayne asked.

"I almost forgot...my mom said not to eat at strangers' ". Ah, he just couldn't have done any better!

"Pardon him, sir! He acts a bit eccentric at times." Hawk Girl said, slapping Flash's hand.

"Good that you have your elder sister to check you, sir!" Mr. Wayne winced. "Are you comfortable, ?"

Bruce, who was till then burried in thoughts over his cup of tea came back to senses and looked around as if he didn't know where the sound came from.

"I think the affects of concussion are still there" he said, getting up and coming around Bruce's chair. I could see him feel uncomfortable, I guess so could Mrs Wayne! He was about to check Bruce's pulse.

"Tom, why don't you give him a break from your therapies? We all know you are a great doctor!"

Bruce realized he had to take over "No problem, ma'am! I'm sorry if you've got the wrong signal, but my face is such, I cannot help it!"

Thomas Wayne laughed "Tell me about it! You know what, your features, they look so familiar. Your eyes, your jaw, have I seen you somewhere?"

Bruce tried to remain calm. He tried to speak, but all he could do was shake his head in dismissal.

"Pardon my husband, Mr. McGill. He can get inquisitive at times! Tom! will you please..." her expression was suggestive, Mr. Wayne withdrew, but with one last remark "You really intrigue me, sir!"

Alfred came in, bringing more cookies and a word for Mrs. Wayne

"Master Bruce is awake, madam!"

"Oh, I'll be right there, Alfred! Please excuse me, it's my son!"

Of course!

to be continued...