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Mirrors – A Strays-AU, future!fic, small crossover with comics!’verse, 1/?

[anonymous]

Patrol that night had started out simply enough. They were just chasing a thief who had stolen a piece of technology from STAR labs. It was a prototype, meant to be a teleporter of some kind, a bridge between continents, and eventually, planets.

They had deemed it simple enough that the youngest member of their team could accompany them, though Shrike, the little snob that he was, thought this petty act of thievery beneath his attention.

But then the thief somehow activated the thing, there was a blinding light, and now…

Now Tercel was alone, and very confused.

He climbed up the nearest building in order to get his bearings, and found himself facing…not quite an unfamiliar landscape. Just odd, as if he were seeing it from a different angle, vision slightly tilted and tinted.

Which was just insane. He and his siblings knew Gotham just as well as Batman did.

A feeling of wrongness crept under his skin.

He tapped at the radio built into his mask. “Hey, Little Bird, could use an ETA here. You have my marker?” He was answered with silence. Behind the lenses of his mask, Tercel rolled his eyes exasperatedly. “Yo, Tundra, stop sulking and answer already!” Still, no answer. Frowning, he switched the channel. “Nightwing?”

Radio static buzzed in his ear.

As a rule, Tercel did not show fear. It was an instinctive reaction established early in his childhood, where showing any kind of weakness in the streets of Gotham was akin to dropping blood in a piranha pond. As he grew older, the instinct stayed with him, at least as long as he wore the mask.

Fear happened behind locked doors in the safety of the shadows of his room, where, occasionally, a sibling or two managed to pick the lock and stay with him until the emotion had exhausted itself.

Tercel did not show fear, and he tried, at all times, not to feel it either.

But he did feel his heartbeat quicken, just a little, as he flipped through the channels of bat-radio.

“Tundra?” he asked, his voice tight. “Nightwing? Shrike?”

Batman was on a mission with the Justice League; the recently graduated Scarlet Ibis was showing Blackbat the ropes at Mt. Justice. But Tercel knew for a fact that Nightwing and Shrike were out on patrol tonight, and Tundra had the ‘never go patrolling alone’ rule drilled into him more than anybody else.

Tercel, as a rule, did not show fear, and tried at all times not to feel it, either.

But his mind raced, just a little, as he thought of all the things that could have happened to his brothers, because if his brothers were okay, someone would have responded.

Someone…someone should have answered him.

“Anybody?” he croaked.