"Hello. Jonathan Kent here" said the boy, waving. He quickly poked the other kid at his side, arms crossed and frowning.

"*tt* …and Damian Wayne."

"We're here to apologize about Mad Mod answering your reviews last chapter and say we're happy for your support and we must thank you for the nice reviews and opinions. Please enjoy the end of this fan piece."

"Are we done now?"

"Be nice, Damian"

"What? Be nice with the readers of a guy that had me walking around with just a towel on, and put you in a dress? No, thank you."


It took time for Damian to find the villain duo in the now unfamiliar manor. Once he did, he smiled. This would be easy, his plan was flawless. Well, it would be, if Mad Mod and White Rabbit were not circling an Alfred that grew several extra limbs and was painted blue, while smoking in an Argilee.

"Good. You did your act. Now, tell us once for all where is the money?"

The butler took some moments to answer

"Instead of pearls—a wrought clasp—

a bracelet—will you accept this?

You know the script—

you will start, wonder:

what is left, what phrase

after last night?*"

Oh, great, though Robin. Now he needs to save Pennyworth, too.

"Turn the illusion off, Mad Mod, so we can make him talk."

"Why, my dearest lady, t'is may jeopardize our advanta…ouch!" the british villain felt something hit his chin.

"Guess what, limey? I must thank you for making me invisible."

"Blast it. Seems my lady was right, after all." Pressing a button on his cane, the Wonderland scenario started to disappear.

"Now, where are you, my duckie?" Mad Mod saw Robin trying to drag Alfred out of the room. He raised his cane, trying to fire at the boy wonder, when…

"And thanks to get me off that dress. Now I know I am not Alice, but" A blast of heat left Jon's eyes, hitting the cane and Mad Mod's hand, making him scream in pain and drop his weapon. "Superboy!"

"Well, well." White Rabbit made a provocative pose. "I see the 'boy', would you show me the 'super'?" Jon swallowed dry, and covered his eyes.

"R-Robin…"

The answer was a high whistle. Answering to that, Titus entered the room, wearing a cowl and growling menacingly. Jon sighed in relief.

"Try your charms on the Bat-hound, ma'am."

Damian was back in the room, knocking Mad Mod out and gesturing to White Rabbit to gave up.


Later on, with the criminals tied up and delivered to a GCPD station, Alfred, Jon and Damian looked at the room destroyed by Goliath. The ceiling was damaged, and most of the once elegant floor was now a huge hole.

"There's a direct path from this room to the cave, so I doubt master Bruce will request external contractors."

"I will help, Alfred. And I will ask my father, too."

"I appreciate, young sir. Well, best to start quoting the building material" And left the boys alone.

"Do you know how are you going to tell your father?"

"I do. In fact, I have five or six options already."

"Why that many?"

"Depends on the settings. Let's check the cave for more damage."


After a while, they heard the Batwing landing, and, from inside it, two people stepped down.

"So, it's plan D, after all." Said Damian, grabbing two long objects and rushing to meet the newcomers.

"If you are right, Bruce, and this… event… this… almost an End of Times Hourglass…"

"I like that name. I was thinking Doomsday Clock."

"At any rate, if these things are true, and if Oz is who you say he is…"

"He is."

"You know this leave us with few options, right?"

"Diana, we faced these Crisis before. At least I think we did. Point is…"

The talk was cut short by a polished piece of wood being thrown at Wonder Woman.

"Get your bokken, your highness." Said Damian "You promised me a sparring section, remember?"

She looked at the wooden sword, similar to the one the kid in front of her was wielding.

"Son, we're both tired and bruised…"

"It won't take longer, father" said Damian, with a smirk.

"Allow it, Bruce. It will help me unwind." Said Wonder Woman, leaving her real sword and shield on the floor, and holding the bokken.

"Meanwhile, you can help Jon with his assignment. Upstairs."

Jon Kent's eyes grew big. "Damian, what are you…"

"Fine." Bruce Wayne, somehow, already changed his uniform to some simple jeans and tee-shirt.

"Damian, don't make me go alone" Jon pleaded, but Bruce was already coaching him into the manor. "Damian!"

Diana looked at the boy in front of her

"Is there something I need to know?"

"Oh, little Kent just found out what is to have a plan for every circumstance." He kicked some dirt of the cave floor, aiming at her eyes "And so do you" with a laugh, he rushed to attack the amazon.


End

Thanks a lot for reading and your support.

* The Gift, public domain poem by H.D., 1886-1961