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[Tim isn't much of a chef, technically, but he is basically capable of feeding himself, and he goes back and forth on how much he wants to trust Wonderland's prepared meals. Sure, you can sit down and think of anything you want and it's there, but do you really know what's in it? Maybe it's soylent. Maybe it's bugs. You don't know. Technically, you don't know that what's in the kitchen is what it appears to be either, but at least it looks, smells, and tastes right, and you're assembling it yourself.

So today, Tim's feeling more like he'd prefer to take his chances by making his food, rather than having it handed to him, and he heads down to the kitchen. He's not planning anything really complicated. Stir fry is pretty basic, and rice is easy.

He is surprised when he recognizes the other boy in the kitchen, though. It's not like they've ever met in person--not at this age, anyway--but Tim has seen plenty of pictures. Any time any reporter decides to do a piece of any length on Bruce, childhood pictures show up. It doesn't prepare him to see him in person though. He blinks several times in surprise, then moves the rest of the way into the kitchen, heading toward the refrigerator.]

Hi.

[Bruce glanced up mid-page at the voice.]

[Unsurprisingly, there was little recognition in his eyes as he scanned the other boy over once, very briefly. Whatever he saw in that moment warranted a polite smile and nod of the head. When he spoke, his tone was pleasant. Even friendly.]

Hello.

I'm Bruce Wayne. [Because it was polite to offer one's name before asking.] And you are...?

[Of course he was Bruce Wayne. Like he could be anyone else.]

Tim Drake. Nice to meet you. Are you new?

[He nodded, shifting his weight in his seat but not yet getting up.]

Yes. I only woke up here a short time ago.

You?

I've been here for a little over a month. [He starts pulling vegetables out of the fridge and setting them onto the cutting board.] I wasn't sure whether to believe it or not at first. I'm still not, in some ways.

[A month?]

[That was a long time to be a kidnapping victim. And yet...just as those he spoke with over the communication device provided for them--(which gave no access to anywhere outside Wonderland, because of course he'd already made attempts)--Tim seemed so calm about everything. There was no immediate danger. They could wander the lands freely at their own will.]

Nothing about any of this makes sense.

No it doesn't. [He slides a small pile of peppers to one side and starts working on an onion.] Alternate universes and timelines. Fiction become reality. Alice in Wonderland is a thing where you're from, right?

[He's fairly sure of the answer, but he's still testing the water a little. He'd been very surprised by adult Bruce, and it's certainly burned him on making assumptions.]

It was a story. In a book.

[Although, particularly after speaking with Barbara...he frowned, his brows furrowing in thought as he attempted a connection. No matter how insane it might have seemed.]

There was a man. Jervis Tetch. He had a sister named Alice.

It's...difficult to explain, but he had this sort of...ability. A type of hypnosis. And a drug. It could...I guess you could say it warped one's grip on reality. Turned them mad.

[As a Hatter]

There was someone else here I recognized. She mentioned his name when we spoke. I didn't want to believe it was true, because he'd been arrested and locked away, but...at this point in time, I can't rule anything out.

[The knife slipped. Tim managed to get his hand out of the way in time that he only shaved off part of a fingernail, rather than losing a fingertip, but his surprise was obvious. In Tim's own universe, Tetch hadn't started operating until Bruce was an adult. Not a teenager Tim's own age or a little younger.]

I bet it was a nasty schock waking up in Wonderland, then.

[It certainly had been for him]

I've dealt with worse.

[Although Tim's reaction...was telling. Of what, Bruce couldn't be sure, but it was enough to get him to sit up straight.]

Are you alright?

[He glanced over, then resumed his progress with his vegetables.]

I've heard of Tetch. I guess I was surprised that you had too.

[Both brows rose.]

You're from Gotham?

[That was the only explanation for why someone else would know that name, and react accordingly. And...it would make sense. It wasn't as if Bruce knew every person in the city. And Barbara was here. Why not others?]

[He nodded.]

Born and raised.

[Huh. An...interesting twist.]

Then that makes three of us. That I know of.

Have you spoken to Barbara yet?

[Tim's eyes widened a little in surprise and he set his knife down to turn to look again.]

Barbara? Barbara Gordon is here?

[Gordon]

That's--no, you must be mistaken. [He tried to play it off, but the curiosity was there. Suspicion.] Detective Gordon and Miss Kean broke up a long time ago. She...used to be a kind person, but something happened to her.

She was in Arkham for a while, but either was let out or escaped. It's getting difficult to keep track of which.

[Well, that... Is a thing. He shook his head once.]

I've never met Ms. Kean. The Barbara Gordon I was referring to is Commissioner Gordon's daughter. She's a friend of mine. [He smiled a little.] We play computer games.

[Hacking games.]

[Computer-related things are was Lucius Fox was for.]

I'm afraid...I don't recognize the name.

But I apologize if I got your hopes up. There were...others I had hoped to see here as well. Though maybe it's better they aren't.

[Well, it wasn't the first time he'd gotten his hopes up. It probably wouldn't be the last.]

It's all right. I think I'm getting used to it, unfortunately. [He gave him a wry smile.] There are a few almost-familiar-but-not-quite faces for me here.

May I ask who they are?

[Something about this whole conversation wasn't sitting well with Bruce. Tim was kind, but it was almost as if...he was talking about Gotham, but a wrong Gotham. With names that didn't quite match. Commisioner. Barbara Gordon. Somehow, Tetch was the only name that did match between them, which made things all the more confusing.]

[It was as if...someone had studied up on Gotham without ever setting foot inside the city, and gotten their names mixed up.]

[It was a good thing Tim wasn't very hungry, because this was by far the slowest meal prep he had ever done. He sighed and turned to lean back against the counter.]

Well, you, for one. But the you I know is about... twenty-five or thirty years older. Give or take.

[Silence. For nearly a full minute.]

[He had...heard something about this. Discrepcies with people's memories. Time. It was the only reason Bruce hadn't shut Tim down there and then. It was far too ludicrous a story to lie about, anyway.]

If what you say is true...then...I suppose that means you haven't been born yet. In my time.

[What a strange sentence to have to utter.]

...are you saying that Jim Gordon eventually becomes commissioner of the GCPD?

[Tim appreciated that Bruce didn't dismiss his words out of hand. It made the whole conversation that much easier, to not have to prove the unprovable.]

No, I don't think I would have been. [He smiled a little.] Which might explain why you don't recognize me. We're kind of friends, by my time.

And yeah, he does. Definitely one of the best commissioners Gotham's ever had.

[He nodded absently, mind still whirring.]

Good. That's good. For him. And Gotham. He deserves it.

[Jim had been working so hard even since Bruce knew him. Trying to do the right thing. Fighting against literal insanity. Being falsely convicted and attacked so many times, even Bruce had lost count. And yet, the last he knew, Jim was still at the station. Still fighting for Gotham.]

I have to admit, I am tempted to ask just how we met...but I'm not entirely sure I should. If you really are from a time in my future.

[Even though he was so, so curious. And had way more questions besides that.]

[That got a grin from Tim. Of course he wanted to know everything. So would Tim, in his place. It just wouldn't do either of them any good.]

If it helps, I don't think we get to remember any of this when we get home, so you can ask away. It just might get kind of. Complicated.

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