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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Young_Justice, Alternate_Batman
  Relationship:
      Jason_Todd/Helena_Wayne, Alternate!Batman/Catwoman
  Series:
      Part 1 of Familiaris
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-30 Completed: 2016-11-15 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 3323
****** Elsewhere ******
by TheLadyMuse
Summary
     Bruce goes about Jason the wrong way, I think. Someone tries to make
     him get with it by dropping hints- by pulling in the members of an
     alternate Bat Clan, where everyone is some flavour of happier than
     the shit JLU/YJ tries to feed us. and my burning hatred of Diana has
     been toned down.
Notes
     At present, it is complete. However, I'm thinking about a project
     where young heroines end up falling in love with older heroes-
     through no fault of their own. At present, the only ones on the board
     are:
     Jason Todd/Helena Wayne
     Tony Stark/ Torunn Thorsdottir
     Amara Todd (timeshifted daughter of Jason and Atalanta)/Damian Wayne
     YES, I'M OBSESSED WITH JASON. GET OVER IT, HE'S HOT. For, you know, a
     comic character.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Prologue *****
When Dick Grayson was seventeen, he caught a glimpse of another world. He
landed with a thump at the feet of a young girl in a purple costume. Arms
crossed over her chest, the five-year-old stared down at him and his teammates,
scattered over the floor of the Batcave, and she screeched
“Help!”
A lanky teenage boy, dressed in a grey suit with a red bat on his chest, a red
domino mask on his face and a leather jacket hanging from his shoulders, dashed
into the Cave, followed by Batman and Catwoman. Another Nightwing dropped from
the rafters as two Robins- one in red, a black cape down his back, the other in
green and black with a yellow cape- came barrelling in from the Batmobile
entrance.
The first boy swooped in to grab the girl, scowling fiercely as he settled the
toddler on an angular hip. She clasped his neck and pointed
“They scared me!” Bats growled
“Take her.” The boy nodded, replying
“Understood.” Before dashing away, tailed by the two Robins. The blue and black
man watched carefully as the new Nightwing crumpled, staring after the eldest
of the disappearing children.
“J-Jason?” Batman twitched, then barked
“How old are you, Nightwing?” Dick choked out
“Se-seventeen. Jason, he-” Catwoman clucked her tongue and said warningly
“He’s known as Red Hawk here.” Dick gasped for air before he blurted
“He died, where we come from.” A frown on Nightwing’s face, before he told his
counterpart gently
“He died here too. There’s hope for you though, because he rose from his grave,
he didn’t die and get resuscItated. Your Jason is out there somewhere.” Dick
nodded, cursing when he felt the same anomaly that had deposited him at the
feet of Bruce’s daughter roll through him again.
Batman said pointedly
“If we meet again, I will ask you about your Jason.”
The words are significant, he knows, but for the life of him, Dick can’t
realize why too dizzy to do more than tell Bruce what happened before he passes
out.
                                   ELSEWHERE
After Wally has been rescued from the Speed Force, and while Bruce is trying to
figure out how to bring home Jason and integrate newly found Helena into the
family, another Batman is plopped onto the table in the Watchtower meeting
room.
Nightwing tilts his head and asks the grumbling man
“Batman?” The new Batman, different from this one only by the fact he is
clutching a leather jacket in his hand, looks up to ask
“Jason?” Nightwing’s lenses widen and he reports
“Known, alive, and disagreeing about if he has a home.” Batman groaned, rolling
off the table before he stretches, and introduces himself to the other Leaguers
idly
“Batman of a universe where I married Catwoman.” Dick notices Diana staring and
asks his mentors’ counterpart
“Uh, Bats, got any tips for-” He pauses when the other man flicks his gaze
around, locking on Zatanna and Babs, smirking, the Batman teases
“I thought I had it bad when my daughter fell in love with my ward.” Dick
chokes on air, calculating the possibilities before Batman advised in a low
voice
“Stay single until you know who you need to your dying breath. It’s a Bat
maneuver, but it works.”
That… Makes Dick wonder. Who could Bruce’s daughter- obviously their Helena-
have fallen in love with? Not Damian, because he had said ‘ward’, so that left
him, Tim and Jason.
Helena’s  fourteen.  Tim’s twenty, Jason is twenty-four and he’s just passed
twenty-eight. So, probably not him. Tim’s pretty serious about Cass, since
Stephanie had left Gotham after a mutual break up. Jason?
Nightwing goes beet red when he realizes he voiced the question. Bruce side-
eyes him, and Batman sighs, before saying tiredly
“From my estimate, we’re two years ahead of you, timeline wise. Jason’s been
home for about a year and half, and he didn’t come home until after Helena got
a dose of Poison Ivy’s ugliest pollen and needed his help to recover. He almost
left when she was better, but she convinced him to stay. He’s refusing to stay
full time until she’s older, though.”
Bruce and Dick both wince. Deadly horniness is nothing to laugh at. Clearing
his throat, Bruce asks
“She’s happy, though?” Batman rolled his shoulders and muttered
“They’re trying to do it for real, which is good, but I could do without her
pouting about what he will and won’t do.” Bruce and Dick go green with nausea
and relief.
Jason won’t hurt Helena, if they begin something in this universe, but she’ll
whine about him doing the right thing. And Jason and Helena and a bed… No. No,
no, no, no, no, NO! Not fucking going there.
Shaking his head and wishing for brain bleach, Dick sees that Batman’s body is
wavering. He notes casually
“I guess your time is up.” Batman shrugged and replied
“Nearly. I think someone’s trying to tell you something.”
That, Bruce dismisses.
A few months later, he wishes he hadn’t.
                                   ELSEWHERE
Helena and Bruce were arguing in the Cave, while Damian sat at the computer and
and muttered under his breath in Arabic. Tim and Dick were fiddling with their
equipment while Jason lounged insolently as Alfred patched up grazes on his
chest. It was a rare moment when they were all together, except Catwoman, and
Helena was arguing over whether she should return to patrol.
It was as he mused that Helena was pissed that Jason was hurt that Dick felt a
ripple in his gut.  Shit.  As Jason opened his mouth, the floor fell away to
drop them in the sitting room of Wayne Manor, a yelp of surprise and the
tinkling of crashing china alerting them to a presence.
Dick felt his hackles lower when he saw it was a slightly older Helena, then
rise again when he realized she was heavily pregnant, like  full term . Before
he could do anymore, a man rushed into the room, oblivious to the visitors as
he landed on his knees beside Helena, barely clear of the shards of the teacup
she’d been holding.
That man… was the reason the description ‘built like a brick shithouse’ had
been invented. He was tall, broad and black haired, blue-green eyes flashing as
he took in the Bat Clan and their butler. Dressed in loose grey pants, barefoot
with his feet and wrists taped, twenty-eight-year-old Jason Todd is much more
intimidating than Red Hood in all his leathery glory.
“Give me a reason not to fucking eviscerate you for scaring her.” Words rasped
out in a gritty voice, a large hand sliding over future-Helena’s much-distended
abdomen. She leaned her head against his shoulder and murmured
“Jason.” Eyes softening, future-Jason called over his shoulder
“Oi, get in here!” Older versions of the Bat Clan, and Alfred strolled in,
grimacing as they took in their younger alternates. Future-Bruce pinched his
nose, nodding when ason seated Helena, ,making a face when she squirmed into
Jason’s lap. Future-Alfred tidied up, asking Helena a few questions before
smiling reassuringly at a worried Jason.
Future-Bruce waved the others away from the trio, taunting his younger self
jovially
“Guess someone really wants you to get the message across.” Helena winced
before she asked
“How- Why-” Future-Helena called tiredly
“You know how. You can’t be a teenager in Gotham and not. As for why-” She
grimaced, turning her face into Jason’s neck, whimpering when her belly
rippled. He spoke in a low, calm voice, rubbing her back gently. Future-Helena
explained
“Braxton-Hicks, they get worse as the baby gets bigger. As I was saying, the
why  has been confusing all Gotham. See, Jason had to go undercover to get the
drop on a crime ring, so he went back to being the Red Hood. I told him before
he went, that, uh-” She paused as another contraction ripped through her body.
She panted through the contraction, not seeing the way future-Jason hung his
head against her shoulder. Future-Helena sighed and huffed
“I hate false labor!” She grumbled at the man holding her before she finished
her explanation
“Setting myself up for the Red Hood as Huntress bought him some cred, but not
enough. I told him that if he needed something else, he could abduct my
civilian persona, because I did- and do- trust him with my life. I knew what
he’d have to do, so I made preparations, but they didn’t hold up, which is why
I ended up like this.” Helena approached carefully, looking awed.
“You knew what could happen, and you still did it?” Future-Helena gripped
future-Jason’s hand and nodded, quipping
“I knew the kid was going to be huge, too, but I couldn’t let it go.” Helena
squeaked
“Huge? How big-” Future-Helena grinned, eyes softening when future-Jason buried
his face in her neck. Still smiling, the eighteen year old confided
“Jason’s nearly as big as Dad, so I was pretty sure the kid would be at least
nine pounds, but we’re looking at closer to eleven.” Helena was wide eyed,
watching as future-Jason pulled her future self closer still. Carefully,
future-Helena looked her younger counterpart in the eye and levered herself out
of future-Jason’s lap, standing to rest her hands on the other girl's shoulders
and speak firmly
“Hey. I knew what I was I doing, knew what the possible consequences would be.
I  made the decision that if Jason was willing to do something so risky, I
could risk my own neck. I was aware that there was probably going to be
problems, that Jason couldn’t remain with me at all times, that my precautions
might not do what I needed them to.  I  made the decision to keep the kid when
I realized I was pregnant, in the window I had to get rid of it. You aren’t me,
and the Jason you know isn’t the one who I gave myself to. You have your own
decisions to make, and I don’t know who thinks showing you one of infinite
futures is a good idea, but know this: Jason is worth it.” Damian snorted,
glaring when his future self elbowed him. Future-Helena switched her gaze from
her younger counterpart to the younger Jason and repeated
“Worth every moment, Jason. No matter the world you inhabit.” Future-Jason rose
on heavy feet, scooping future-Helena into his arms before shooting over his
shoulder as he walked away
“She can be a brat, but she’s right. She’s worth every moment, especially for
gutter rats like us.”
Bruce watched in a daze as his second son carted away his daughter, trying in
vain to process what he’d seen when the floor wavered again. With a muttered
curse, he fell through the floor again, this time into his own Manor sitting
room.
Jason was still shellshocked, so when Helena put her hands on her hips and
demanded
“What did he mean, gutter rats? You’re  Jason,  not a rat!” The poor man
collapsed into laughter, wincing when he pulled his stitches. Shaking his head,
Bruce walked away to consider what he’d seen. Would something like this happen
again?
                                   ELSEWHERE
It did, by the by. Jason and Helena’s sons met up on parallel missions ten
years after the one on this side was born, freaking out everyone but both
Damian's, the team leaders.
***** Epilogue *****
Chapter Summary
     So, this is kind of a future look at Elsewhere. Somewhere along the
     line, Jason and Helena did as their alternates did: they played out a
     charade, and then this happened.
Chapter Notes
     Just to be perfectly clear: I am not advocating teen pregnancy. If
     you want to know the precautions Helena took, and that failed,
     prompts or questions are conducive to writing, even if it takes a
     while. This is a tad abrupt, because it's meant to be read as Helena
     feels, while maintaining a touch of omniscience.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The League knows better than to malign others, all others. Or they should.
                                   ELSEWHERE
Huntress stalked out of the common room that had been commandeered for the
team’s ‘girls night’, a seething whirl of fury. How dare they!Maligning Jason!
Her fury petered out as she realized they didn’t know. Didn’t know he’d done as
she had pleaded, and begged, and forced her father to command.
Fury rising anew when she overheard one of the older heroes warn a couple of
new recruits away from her, the once again seething Helena Wayne stormed the
meeting room reserved for the founding seven, their proteges and the most
senior members. She ignored the sounds of the females on her heels and slammed
her fists on the table, roaring
“You will brief the League on my last op, or I will!” Her father’s lenses drew
together. Few knew she was the bastard daughter of Batman, just as she was
Bruce Wayne. They’d kept it quiet so she and her mother wouldn’t be targeted,
but she was fed up. Before her father could say anything she continued
“He did what was necessary, I gave him what he needed to survive,and they scorn
him as they tiptoe around me! I’ve had it. I can’t live like this, I’ll leave
the League, and take the others with me!”
As she panted, Batman’s voice came out measured.
“Cancel all League and Team ops, everyone, from the most senior founder to the
greenest recruit, will report for a priority briefing on a recent Batclan  op.
Huntress, Red Hawk is with his brothers, and I expect you to talk to him, if
not all of them.”
Huntress drew herself up and and said calmly
“Understood. I’ll be at the briefing.” Batman’s mouth turned down in
displeasure when his daughter turned away, snarling at the other occupants of
the room
“Go!” When the other founders sat and stared.
The women who had heard Helena’s roar and Batman’s order followed her to the
lounge that the Bat Clan had appropriated. Nightwing and Red Hawk had claimed
they needed space for the Batclan to meet outside the Batcave.
Huntress stormed in, dropping into Red Hawk’s lap like it belonged to her.
That… was new, to Helena’s ‘friends’ anyway. She whispered in his ear, before
turning to the others and saying shortly
“Batman’s called an ops briefing because I went batshit when the girl scouts
misspoke about my last mission.” Nightwing growled, Red Robin frowned, and
Robin looked over at the doorway to snarl
“Leave us be! We must soothe our sister’s hurt.”
Helena definitely looked hurt, the way she curled into Jason’s chest, the way
Nightwing was cooing to her, while the Robins looked angry. When they had
turned their backs, the girls didn’t see the smirk on Huntress’s face, because
Dick, Damian and Tim left behind them.
Left alone, the pair were quiet. Helena broke the quiet when she asked
“Jason. Do you remember the last time we saw those other versions of us?” He
nodded, gloved fingers combing through her hair.
“Yeah. Nearly gave me a heart attack.” Helena chuckled, and then she finally
spoke again
“I never knew I could trust someone like that. That Helena trusted her Jason
with her pain, and her happiness, and I never knew anyone could make me do
that, make me want to do that. I’m like Dad that way, I don’t trust anyone, and
for it to be someone like you, Jay, it blows me away.” Jason shook his head and
replied quietly
“Like me?” She hummed before explaining
“You’re a survivor, and so strong, so brave, I had a few doubts when we
returned, but then you blew every single one out of the water before we even
went on that mission. I- That Helena was right. You’re worth everything, no
matter your origin.”
Sighing, Jason went to refute her claims, before he stopped, and thought about
it. After that hellish operation to bring down an international crime ring,
Helena had refused to leave his side, curling into him at every chance. He’d
put it down to Stockholm syndrome and tried to give her space, only to have her
tear him a new one. He had examined himself and found that yeah, he did love
her. Enough to let her go.
He’d tried to tell her before. Bastard or not, she was the daughter of Bruce
Wayne, a decade his junior, and so damn beautiful it almost made his heart
stop. Tim was better for her, all around, or Dick, with his easy charm and
nearly infinite fuse, despite being years older than even Jason. Jason was from
the wrong side of town, a thief, murderer and foul tempered son of a bitch.
What the hell could he offer her?
Helena looked at Jason tenderly, well used to his brooding. Pressing a kiss to
his clean shaven cheek, she whispered
“Oh, baby, you’re everything to me, you know that, but… how would you feel
about sharing me?” An intricate red domino mask did not conceal Jason’s
surprise.
“You’re-” He breathed, swallowing before he bent to kiss her. She laughed into
his kiss, breaking away with a smile on her face as she declared
“I am so happy it’s you, Jason!” He chuckled, scooping her against his chest
before he tapped his communicator and said calmly
“This is Red Hawk, calling the Bat clan. I have news, swing by the Commons
before the briefing.”
                                   ELSEWHERE
Batman grabbed Shayera’s elbow before proceeding to the lounge, earning raised
eyebrows from everyone except a grinning Catwoman. Nightwing and the Robins
cackled and giggled as they beat a retreat to the news they were sure they were
going to get.
The group came upon Jason kissing Helena fiercely as she giggled, undulating in
his grip from where she stood. Jason looked up and jerked his head, keeping an
arm around Helena. Batman closed the door and asked carefully
“It’s that time?” Red Hawk grinned, Helena breaking in helpfully
“Yes, we’re pregnant.” Shayera eyed them with confusion, before Huntress came
forward and asked carefully
“I know we’re not especially close, Hawkgirl, but Red Hawk and I agreed that we
wanted a Hawk to watch out for our fledgling when we had one. Will you be
godmother? We haven’t chosen a godfather yet, but that’s probably Dick.” Dick
grinned as Shayera teared up
“Really?” The winged woman asked, chuckling when Jason put in
“We weren’t going to ask Wonder Woman, were we?” Batman broke in pointedly
“That means you’re a Bat, now, Shayera.” The redhead grinned, and shot back
“No problem, Batman!”
The now expanded Batclan trooped down the halls to the Watchtower, silent now
that their jubilation could no longer be shown. Once in the meeting hall,
Batman strode onto the platform at one end of the room, not bothering to call
for quiet in the crowded hall. Selina, dick, Jason, Tim, Damian and Helena,
Shayera a step behind them, walked to form a semicircle on the floor in front
of Batman, each standing before their leader.
Batman cleared his throat, the hall quieted when he spoke
“We are called the ‘Bat Clan’, hailed as heroes, and yet, there are still awful
choices to make, lives we cannot save. Red Hawk, your report?” Red Hawk stepped
forward from his position and intoned
“I went undercover to destroy the Carapuccio crime syndicate, using my old
alias of Red Hood to infiltrate. The entire operation took a year and three
months, ending in the entire syndicate going behind bars.” Batman nodded, then
spoke a tad softer when he demanded
“Your report, Huntress?” Flicking a glance at Jason, Helena stood her ground
and reported easily
“To buy street cred for the Red Hood, I ordered Red Hawk to stage my rape, and
later, when he was going crazy with all the lies he had to tell, the wrongs he
perpetrated to get an in with syndicate, I ordered, begged, pleaded and finally
forced you to order Red Hawk to abduct my civilian identity so there would be
someone he could rely on nearby.”
Every person in the cramped hall was startled. Huntress had been complicit in
her own kidnapping? In her own rape? Not just complicit, but the person who
drove the idea? And Jason had gone along with it?
Although that seemed farfetched, Batman didn’t say anything. He flicked his
hand to the side, the rest of the Batclan rising together Shayera a beat
behind. Bruce jumped down from the platform before announcing gruffly

“We’re needed in Gotham. Hawkgirl needs to learn the ropes, now that she’s Bat
clan.”
Chapter End Notes
     About Shayera: she’s not really a Meta if she was born with wings, so
     I decided that, since, John Stewart’s being a dickhead about Shayera,
     she could borrow the Batfam’s security for a bit.
     Familia: Although the storylines are similar, the only ‘clan’ here is
     the Batclan. Familia is a little more sprawling, a little denser when
     it comes to layers.
End Notes
     I'm trying to reach 100,000 words by December. Prompts, ideas,
     trivia?
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