Beyond Imagination

“That wasn’t an answer, so allow me to ask again. Who are you?” For a moment, silence. “...I do not have time for such poor attempts at humor. Now, explain to me what exactly you’ve done.” “What I’ve done? Look, kid, can you just let me talk to Nightwing? I really don’t have time for this.” “Nightwing isn’t here,” the boy all but growled. “Todd, I suggest you end whatever game you’re playing before I make you regret it. Where am I and what did you do to me?”  (Or, what happens when Robins and Bats are ripped from the roost, thrown into a world completely foreign and hostile towards their very being)