Description: "I, Cyra Khadija Rana Wayne, daughter of Damian and Y/N Wayne, refuse to be treated in such a manner! You will surrender yourselves to me," Her grin turns malicious, and the teenager reveals a katana from the sheath on her back with a resounding shring! Cyra swings the blade once and steadies it into her hands. She scans the crates for signs of life,"...or the tooth fairy will be getting plenty of business tonight."

Notes: So when I went to my google docs after I stupidly deleted my ENTIRE PREVIOUS ACCOUNT, I found this gem still there. I guess I'll repost it. Enjoy!

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"I, Cyra Khadija Rana Wayne, daughter of Damian and Y/N Wayne, refuse to be treated in such a manner! You will surrender yourselves to me," Her grin turns malicious, and the teenager reveals a katana from the sheath on her back with a resounding shring! Cyra swings the blade once and steadies it into her hands. She scans the crates for signs of life,"...or the tooth fairy will be getting plenty of business tonight."

Damian and Dick immediately exchange a confused glance from their hiding place between the shipping boxes. Daughter of Damian and Y/N Wayne? Dick makes a face that probably means"Uh oh."

Behind the raven-haired, honey-skinned, angry-looking sixteen-year-old with the Robin symbol on her chest is a distinctly Tamaranean girl. Or at least half-Tamaranean, because her skin is a lighter orange and her hair is a deep black... a color akin to Dick's. The Tamaranean girl bobs in the air behind "Cyra", the purple energy circling her hands dying as she lands,"I don't think that portal was to another warehouse, Robin."

Cyra curses in Arabic, stabbing her sword into the rotting boards of flooring,"That was a good line, too." She mutters, turning on the screen on her forearm communicator,"I'll read the area and see what I get. We know the League of Assassins has been messing with future tech ever since they stole my mother's vortex manipulator, so we could have just been transported into the past."

"A vor-ta whatsit?" The Tamaranean asks.

Crya rolls her eyes,"It's a like an Apple Wrist Watch, but instead of calling people you travel through time, Mar'i." The Tamaranean, sporting an attire very similar to Starfire's, nods and glances around the warehouse,"Oh. I thought she gave you one of those too?"

"Probably. If she did, it's gonna be in my utility belt. But dad gave me it like a week ago, so I still have no idea how to navigate it's pockets." Cyra states. Her E/C eyes frantically search the screen of her communicator, muttering more foreign words as she types. She briefly glares at Mar'i when the girl snickers,"What?"

"Sorry, sorry," Mar'i dismisses,"I just imagined that since you have been asking to become the Robin for so long, that the moment he gave you the costume you would know everything about the belt and the fighting."

"I do know everything about "the fighting"." Cyra mutters, turning on her heel and heading straight for the boxes that hide Dick and Damian,"I was raised by Batman. How will I not know?"

The two girls pause and spread out, the older—Mar'i, from what Dick can guess—casting the light of her powers over the crates and searching for clues. The purple illuminates a label on one of the boxes, and Mar'i reads it aloud,"Wayne Enterprises. We must be in the Gotham if your family is mentioned here."

"Good. But bad, because my readings say that we're in the year 2017. My parents would be like, 10. Yours... maybe in their twenties? Grandpa Bruce would still be Batman... hmm." Cyra pulls off her hood and examines the area once, uprooting her sword from the sinking wood and sliding it into the sheath on her back.

With her words, Mar'i jolts and covers her cheeks,"2017?! How are we going to get back home? My parents will worry, your parents will worry, I'll get yelled at for not doing my chores and—and we'll miss Lian's birthday party!" She exclaims.

"Oh no," Cyra whispers gravely, sarcastically. She then whirls around, just feet from her younger father and uncle, before throwing her hands up in the air,"Mar'i, my father is going to kill someone if he finds out that some stupid assassins sent his little girl back in time! You know how protective he is, and I don't exactly want everyone to be reading about how Batman killed somebody in the newspaper!"

"How are we going to get back home?" Mar'i whispers fearfully, knotting her fingers together nervously as she approaches her cousin. They exchange a glance, and Cyra's stance relaxes with a tight inhale,"Look it's... it's going to be alright. We'll get home somehow. Maybe if we can find Grandpa Bruce in this year he can help us."

"Alright, that's enough!" Damian roars, tearing his sword from its place on his hip. He escapes Dick's grasp before the Nightwing can grab him, baring his sword like a wild animal would bare their teeth,"You have no right to claim the symbol of Robin and share the name Wayne—"

"Robin!" Dick yells, trying to calm the boy, but it doesn't seem to work as Damian stomps up to his future child and aims his sword at her,"You imposter! You have no right—"

"Who the HELL are you, shrimp? What's up with the shitty—cos...tume..." Cyra snaps, but the bite in her voice dies as she realizes she is face-to-face with a younger version of her father. Taking a shocked step back, she drops her arm from its protective stance in front of Mar'i,"Oh my god, he's short."

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"The tests confirm it. This is Damian's daughter, and that's Dick's." Bruce says plainly. More soft and almost... confused, does he add,"My grandchildren."

"That's what we've been trying to tell you." Mar'i says, gesturing wildly with her hands and the tips of her hair aflame with purple. Cyra just continues to mutter to herself as she types, only pausing to shrug at Mar'i,"I mean, I would've checked too if my future children showed up to my door."

"So." Damian says strictly. Cyra finds it odd how, even if he's technically not her father yet and his tone doesn't sound the same, she still straightens up at the sound of his voice."You are my child." Damian crosses his arms over his chest.

"This is very... as you say, the "freaky"." Mar'i says, staring at Dick intently. Dick nods in agreement, trying to come off as serious instead of blushing at the fact that he and Starfire had a child together. She tilts her head to the side,"Where is mother?"

"Off-planet." Dick answers, awkwardly shifting at the new title for Starfire. If Kori was here then lots of confusing things and conversations would take place, making Dick a lucky man. Maybe it's best that Kori is off-planet.

"And what of you?" Damian cocks up his chin and puffs up his chest to seem more intimidating or... something, to his daughter,"What of your mother? Who is she?"

Cyra eyes him strangely, expression leveled and serious. She smirks,"A badass time-traveler who could easily kick your ass. But I can't say much else because, y'know, time-stuff." Cyra then shifts her weight to her other foot and examines her father's eyes,"Why are you acting so... strangely?"

"That's how demon-spawn always is." Jason snorts, popping another piece of popcorn into his mouth. He shrugs,"Why? He gone soft in his old age?"

Cyra and Mar'i exchange a glance, and Mar'i snickers. Before she can say anything Cyra interrupts her,"My father is a good man. He and I have a special relationship that he doesn't share with my younger brothers, so it's weird being in his presence and not having my hair pat or being called "altuyur alsaghira"."

"Little bird." Damian translates in a near hiss, glaring at Cyra,"And you have brothers? This must be a joke."

"We can't say much else." Cyra said. She pointedly looks to Mar'i in a don't-reveal-anything-bigsort of way. Bruce shuts down the Batcomputer and faces the circle of people,"Maybe it's best you don't say much at all. Either of you could slip up. You're kids."

"We are apart of the Wayne family. We are great at withholding information." Mar'i reminds.

"Is there anything harmless you could reveal, though, just in case?" Dick questions curiously,"Like what future me's favorite ice-cream flavor is?"

"You taught me how to do the Batglare so I could scare the little kids into listening to me while I babysat." Cyra comments, gesturing to Bruce. Mar'i snickers,"Or how my dad paid you ten bucks to stalk my boyfriend for three days?"

"Yes! Do you still have a video of me punching him when we found out that he cheated on you?" Cyra asked, mimicking the punch she through. Mar'i holds up her phone (which had been buried somewhere in her costume) and smirks as she waved it around,"Like I would ever delete the best video of the evers."

"Or that time the twins stole my dad's cowl and then ripped it in half since they couldn't share it!" Cyra laughed. Mar'i gestures with her phone once more,"Yep. That one too."

They all jump with the sudden crack of lightning, and the two girls spin around to greet the entering speedster. The young red-haired girl pulls off her goggles and extends her arms,"There you two are! I thought it'd take me more than just a flash to find you guys!"

Mar'i crashes into the young girl with a loud cry of,"Iris!"

Not a moment later does another streak of yellow follow, stopping abruptly before Cyra. Before he can hug her she shoves her hand in his face, and he groans and holds his nose,"Good to see you too, Cy." Jai West said. Cyra rolls her eyes in response.

"How is everyone at home?" Mar'i questions, putting her hands on Iris's shoulders. Iris West the second begins to avidly speak,"Your dad is flipping out, man! Your mom through a tank when she heard you were gone!"

"Yeah, and Richie went all Red Hood again. He hotwired the Batmobile and started following your trail." Jai chimes in. Cyra face-palms, muttering something in Arabic,"And how about my baba? My mother? The twins?"

"Your baba," Iris copies the term in a teasing manner,"Is currently having the entire Justice League circle around the planet for you two. He even had Jon check off-world! Your mom is looking for you somewhere in the 1500s I think, and the twins are talking with your grandmother."

"Is that your dad?" Jai chimes, pointing to Damian in the background. The present batfamily just watches the group exchange in wonder, all subconsciously trying to make sense of the names and the terms. Cyra rolls her eyes and dismisses the comment,"Yeah, but that doesn't matter. Well, once Mar and I get back I'll handle my baba, Uncle Dick, and Grandma Talia." She then points to Jai,"You get all the leaguers together. We're going to have to talk this out and come up with a solution for this time-traveling. Iris, you get my mom."

"Yes, ma'am!" They both salute in unison, and Mar'i comments,"Now I know why you lead the Teen Titans. You can rein in the twins."

Cyra smirks,"I've been told I can do a lot more than that."

"Cool! Well, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon let's rock n' roll!" Iris buzzes eagerly, vibrating with her eagerness to return home. She scoops up Mar'i, and allows the girl a second to glance at her father."Bye, dad! Tell mom I said hi!" She chimes, before Iris giggles and the two speed off and toward the future.

"Hopefully you guys haven't messed up the timeline again." Jai snickers. Cyra rolls her eyes, but stops to stare at the family. She gives them nothing but a salute, nodding to Damian,"Remember this; please don't punch my gym teacher when he failed me in 12th grade. Thank you." She waves at him once, reluctantly allowing Jai to scoop her up,"Later, losers!" He laughs, before he's a golden streak fading in the air.

Damian stared at the empty air for a long moment, before snootily looking up at Dick,"Robin. Leader of the Teen Titans. A time traveler, from what I could tell," Damian lists. He smirks,"My daughter is cooler than yours."