Warnings: Spoilers for Young Justice: Invasion, Doctor Who; Survivor Guilt, Time War Angst, crossover
Characters: Dick Grayson, Wally West, Bruce Wayne, Rick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, M'gann Morzz, Connor Kent
Summary: Some birds are known to camouflage themselves among the young of another species. Time Lords are very similar in this respect, as Robin learns.
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It’s the sound of chairs being moved and hushed voices that wakes Stephanie. At first, she thinks it’s her father, but as her eyes find the digital clock in the darkness she immediately realizes that it’s too early in the night to be him. He won't be back for a long time yet.
The lights blaze on and she winces, instinctively curling in on herself as her eyes struggle to adjust.
“Oh, sorry,” says the boy – Robin, she amends mentally. “But I really wanted to get a look at myself before I left.”
Stephanie blinks, sitting up, and almost immediately does a double take: was this really the kid she’d pulled out of the harbor the night before?
He’s not as young as she’d thought he was and certainly not as short as he’d seemed, but maybe that was just the way he was carrying himself or how much better he looked than the night before. It was now obvious that he was probably a little older than her, but not by too much, and he had a stocky, broad-shouldered build. His hair is a black curly mess and his eyes – green, they were green – are focused on his reflection in the mirror, studying it with clear curiosity.
It's almost like he's never seen it before, but that would be silly. It is far more likely that he is just checking to make sure he wasn’t still hurt.
“You’re leaving?” she manages, after a moment.
He nods, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
And it is, really, because he would have to wake up and go home sometime, wouldn’t he?
“Of course,” he says, echoing her thoughts perfectly. “They’re probably quite worried about me.”
“Everyone’s saying you’re dead,” Stephanie says. “Two Face, you know?”
Robin shrugs and smiles, like he knows some grand joke that’s lost on everyone else.
“You are Robin, right?” she asks.
At that, he grins broadly, and looks over his shoulder at her. “Oh, definitely. Just not the first.”
“There are more of you?” Stephanie practically squeaks, flabbergasted. Boy, that sure would explain a lot!
Robin (not the first) looks momentarily taken aback at the question, as if he’s struggling to find a way to put what he’s thinking into words. Then, quite abruptly, he turns away, glowering at the mirror. “No, it’s not like that,” he pauses, raising his hand to his face, and, rather weakly adds, “It’s complicated.”
An awkward silence falls as she realizes he isn’t about to elaborate.
“You’re a lot different than I imagined,” she says at last, sighing.
“That’s okay,” he replies, grinning at his reflection as he examines it. “I’m a lot different than I imagined, too.”