Wow, It's been a while since I've written a fanfiction
So I've read in the comic books how Tim met the Flying Grayson on the night they died, and even had his picture taken with them. This small fic was born from that idea, and takes place just after Bruce agrees to allow Tim to be Robin.
All characters are the Property of DC comics. If I owned them, Tim would have a lot more media attention!
He went by Tim now. He had once eagerly introduced himself to me as Timmy Drake.
I still have the photo that was taken that night – my last with my parents. Timmy's – Tim's – parents sent it to me after I became Bruce's ward. I'm kind of surprised that I never saw him before now. The Drakes were a relatively prominent family in Gotham; not on that same level as the Wayne, Kane, and Elliot families, but they still had attended some of the same charity functions as Bruce and I had.
"They wanted me to forget about it, you know." His voice was quiet, tentative, and hesitant. I knew what he was talking about. "I still have nightmares about it."
"I do too." I said as I wrapped ace bandages around my knuckles. "Them and others"
Tim was standing in front of me, wearing a black muscle tank and baggy green gym shorts. 6 years ago, he was a small boy, still an innocent.
"I told you that I knew you were Robin 4 years ago, didn't I? Because of that flip?"
"Yeah, you mentioned that while you were trying to convince me to don the mantle of Robin for the sake of Batman's sanity." The day I became Robin again would be the day that Joker showed actual remorse for his crimes "Though I doubt I would be able to wear those shorts without raising some comments." A little tape fastened the bandages together, keeping them tight. I grinned at him, and grabbed the talcum powder.
"I've followed Bruce and your careers for almost 7 years with an enthusiasm usually reserved for reading comic books and battling pokemon." 6 years ago, his eyes were the same bright blue that they were today, but there was the faintest shadow "I am not naïve. I know that will see death while I am Robin, but I am needed; by Batman and by Gotham. I'm not making this choice lightly."
6 years ago, my life was changed. I lost my parents. I had sworn vengeance on the man that killed them. And I had found a new goal in life.
Tim was still Timmy. The gleam of intelligence and the enthusiasm were still there. But 6 years ago, he had witnessed a murder and, unknowingly, had found a new goal – the same goal that I had.
"I know, Timmy. And I have no doubt that you will be an excellent Robin."
