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Bart And Damian's Excellent Adventure

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To whoever finds this journal,


First of all, let me tell you you’re in for an adventure. A crazy, stupid, terrifying and fun adventure.  The kind of adventure you only find in movies. I’m only writing it down in case something tragic happens to me and I can’t tell it myself (Dami says I’m being over dramatic again, but he’s the one who’s been banging his head against the wall for two hours since he understood what was happening to us).

Maybe I should start from the beginning. My name is Bart Allen and I’m the fastest man alive. (“One of the fastest men alive.” “Shut up Damian.”). You might know me better as Impulse, or Kid Flash, or whatever my name will be now, I’m a bit too old for Kid Flash but going back to Impulse sounds like a regression.

Anyway, I digress. As I was saying, my name is Bart Allen, and I live a pretty normal life, for a superhero that is. I have an amazing family and friends, the best boyfriend in the world, and all in all, I’m really happy right now.

Of course, I couldn’t have all of this if I hadn’t chosen to go back in time nine years ago. I decided to leave the awful, post-apocalyptic world I was born in to try and change everything for the better. And wouldn’t you know it, I succeeded! I prevented the invasion of our planet by an alien race called the Reach, and created a safer future for my family and friends.

You would think, after all of this, I might deserve a break for the rest of my life right? Wrong!

For some reason, whatever higher power is in place decided that one trip through time wasn’t enough for me, oh no! I had to go through it all over again! At least this time I’m not alone though. I have my favorite baby ninja Damian Wayne with me! Okay so, maybe I should stop calling him a baby, he’s sixteen now after all, can you believe it? I certainly can’t. Plus, everyone still calls ME a baby, so he’ll have to suffer a little bit more. (“you’re rambling again you know?” “It’s my journal, I do what I want, go sit in the corner and pout some more!” “I despise you.”)

So, basically here’s the deal. Damian and I are now stranded in the past, more specifically in the year 2012, without any idea how to get back to our time. And as if it wasn’t enough trouble, we also have to deal with younger versions of all the people we know, those same people having of course no idea who we are.

How did we get ourselves in this predicament? Well, that’s a long story…

For now, let’s just say that we’re in deep trouble, and debating whether or not to go to the League for help. Damian says we shouldn’t because disruption to the space and time continuum or whatever, but how are we supposed to find a way to go back to our time without their help? This is a nightmare. And to think this day had started out so great!

Screw it! I need to go home, so we’ll go talk to Bruce at least! I don’t care what Damian says! We have to go home!

Let’s hope for the best…