“Wait, if I’m in Gotham, that means I actually created the other dimension!” I practically screamed, joy bubbling over. “I didn’t think it would actually work! Oh my gosh, this is so cool!”
The front door creaked open, revealing a woman around forty-five, blonde hair neatly styled, and a crimson raincoat shielding her from the chill. She glanced around the hallway, her eyes widening as she spotted me.
“What are you doing in my house?!” she demanded, her voice laced with anger.
This wasn’t my house. The realization struck me with sudden clarity.
Without thinking, I bolted for the door. Once in the elevator, I jabbed the lobby button, needing to escape. The doors closed, and the bland elevator music began to play as I sighed with relief.
“Okay, I need to leave this dimension,” I mumbled to myself. “It should be safe to go home now.”
I attempted to create a portal, but nothing happened. I tried again, and again. Still nothing. A cold dread crept into my chest.
What was going on?
The elevator doors opened, and I stepped into a lobby that was breathtakingly beautiful. A dark red carpet stretched across the floor, patterned with blood-red roses. Golden pillars stood guard in the corners of the room. To my left, an old man sat behind a golden desk, smiling warmly as he tipped his hat. For some bizarre reason, that simple gesture sparked an idea.
“Umm…excuse me, sir,” I said, approaching him. “Do you know how to get to Wayne Manor?”
“Yes ma’am! Yes I do!” he replied, a little too enthusiastically.
After he scribbled directions on a notepad, ensuring I wouldn’t forget, I spent the next two hours navigating Gotham’s labyrinthine streets. I paused frequently to ask for directions, my main thought a desperate hope: maybe Bruce Wayne could help me get home.
Finally, I arrived at Wayne Manor, stopping before the towering gates at the end of the long driveway. I tried to open them, but, of course, they were locked.
I stepped back to examine the gates. “There has to be some way to get in.” To the left, I spotted an intercom. I walked over and pressed the button, hoping it would connect me to someone inside.
“Wayne Manor, may I ask what your business is?” a British voice inquired through the intercom.
“Umm…” I wracked my brain. “I’m here to… talk to the man that got me pregnant?” I blurted out, pitching it as a question. It had to be something important enough to warrant an invitation.
I heard a sharp intake of breath on the other end. “Yes, miss, please come in.” The gates began to grind open.
When I reached the door, it opened before I could even knock. “Hello miss,” a man greeted me, looking to be at least sixty years old.
“Oh my gosh! You’re Alfred!” I exclaimed, a radiant smile spreading across my face.
He gave me a curious look. “Yes miss, I am…” He gestured towards the interior. “Now, who should I call for?”
Crap. I hadn’t thought that through. “Umm, I’d like to tell everyone at the same time… if that’s okay with you?” It was a decent save.
“Very well, miss…” Alfred paused. “What should I call you, miss?”
“Oh, (y/n) (l/n),” I said, extending my hand. As we shook, a thrill ran through me—I was shaking hands with Alfred Pennyworth.
“Young masters, will you all come downstairs please… there is a young lady here with some very important news!” Alfred announced through an intercom.
I looked around the massive house. The color scheme was white, cream, and gold. A white marble floor reflected the light, and dark gold curtains framed the windows. In the center of the stairs, a long, thick red carpet stretched into the distance, undoubtedly costing a fortune. In a corner, a beautiful arrangement of white orchids, sprinkled with golden glitter, sparkled as I walked by. Above, a huge chandelier hung from the ceiling, hundreds of diamonds glittering like stars. It was the most beautiful house I had ever seen.
Five doors creaked open upstairs, then slammed shut. Voices echoed as people hurried down the stairs.
“Don’t push your brother!”
“Ow! That hurt!”
“Get out of my way!”
“Shut up, you little twerp!”
“Stop kicking me!”
“That’ll be them now,” Alfred said, turning to leave.
“No wait, I need you here too.” I quickly said before five incredibly handsome men stood before me. I could have lost myself in their icy blue eyes, but I forced myself to look away, terrified of losing myself. I had no words. Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, and Bruce Wayne—the one and only—stood before me, my mouth hanging open in awe.
“Alfred, who is this? She’s wasting my time!” Damian Wayne snapped, his voice sharp.
Alfred glanced at me, seeing that I was speechless. “Well, Master Damian, this is Miss (y/n),” he said, turning to me to see if I wanted to continue, but I was still staring at them. “And it seems as though one of you has gotten her pregnant.”
Every head turned. They just stared at me for what felt like an eternity. Maybe I should have told Alfred something different?
“Well, I’ve never seen her before, so it must be one of you guys,” Tim said, pointing to the rest of them.
“Well, I’ve never seen her before either,” Jason chimed in defensively.
“Me neither!” Damian and Dick said at the same time. Everyone looked at Damian, probably thinking, "As if your even on the list of potentials."
“No, it’s none of you…” I said, my voice trembling. They all looked at Bruce, who hadn’t said a word.
“Do you guys really think that I would sleep with an underage girl, and get her pregnant?” he asked, his tone incredulous.
“Well, I guess not,” everyone said, except for Jason, who muttered, “yes.” Bruce glared at him.
“Well it must be one of you guys.” Bruce pointed to Dick, Jason, and Tim, noticing that I looked like I could be any of their ages.
“No! What I meant to say, is that I’m not pregnant.” I shouted at them.
“Then why are you here, Miss (y/n)?” Alfred asked.
“To tell you all something very important.”
“And that important thing is?” Dick asked impatiently.
“Well, before I tell you that, you all have to be ready for the biggest shock of your lives. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes,” they all said in unison, not believing it would be anything important.
“Okay then… you’d better sit down.” I gestured towards the couch, and they all obeyed.
Then I began.