Summary: After the events of Detective Comics 940, Tim decides to type on a digital journal his thoughts and feelings during his capture.

Disclaimer: Blah blah blah legal stuff. I don't own DC or any of the characters affiliated with it. If I did, then Tim would have his own series in Rebirth.

Takes place after the events of Detective Comics 940 and the ending to Detective Comics 947. Goes AU for the ending.

RR's Journal Day 1 Since Capture:

It has been approximately 12 hours since I was taken to this strange place. It seems my kidnapper is using isolation as his method of torture so I'm creating this digital journal to cope. I don't fully understand what happened. One minute I thought I was dead, the next minute I'm here. I don't know where I am, the room is dark and I can't really see anything outside the glass. This man in a hood says that I was removed from the playing field. Am I dead? If I'm not, then Stephanie will kill me when I get home.

Why did this whole fiasco have to happen? I didn't even get to tell Bruce I was accepted to Ivy college… We were finally really starting to be a family again… He said I was Robin to him. I need to get back soon.

Tim looked around the room as he wrote, sighing, failing to find any exits. "I will get home. The others will save me." He said as he turned off his gauntlet's built in computer. He lies down with hopes he'll be free and in his home by morning.

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RR's Journal Day 7:

I've been held in captivity for a week now. I still have no idea who my captor is. Where are the others? Hopefully on their way. I miss everyone, even the demon brat. I really miss Steph, she's what's keeping me going through this. I haven't talked to anyone in days, it seems I was correct about his torture method. Everything about this place is dull and depressing. I swear when I get home I'm sleeping with the light on, I can't stand the darkness. It's like being thrown into a sensory deprivation tank! I hope whoever captured me isn't going to try to do the same to my family. I miss them so much… But enough about that.

I'm trying to figure out how this room works. Three very bland meals are always at the door every, I think it's morning? The bathroom, I'll spare you the details, just seems to appear out of thin air when needed. It's tiny, has nothing in it, and reminds me of the rest of this place. I'm dying for a coffee and a soft bed right now. I miss everyone. Especially Stephanie and Dad. Timchanges
/the last word.Bruce.

Tim looks outside the 'glass' and sees no one out there. He sighs, really missing home. He pulled up his pictures on his gauntlet. He smiles at the pictures of him and Stephanie at a theme park from their fifth date.

He pulls up more pictures, this time of him, Dick and Jason, Damian was flipping off the camera in the picture. Tim looked so contentand happy as he hugged his big brothers. His heart was getting heavy just thinking about them.

He scrolls down and sees an old picture of him and Bruce. It was from the first time Bruce brought him into his office. The photo was of the two of them holding ice cream cones just before Bruce would accidentally spill his cone all over his suit. Tim
/smiled,remembering how bored he was the whole time so Bruce got him ice cream afterwards.

Tim sniffled as he looked at the photos, his eyes glistened with moisture as he lied down on the hard floor. 'I want to go home.' He thought miserably.

RR's Journal Day 14:

I've started to lose hope that rescue will come. It has been two weeks since my capture. My captor has still given me no clue to his identity and has barely spoken to me since I was forced into this hell, or is it purgatory?

The loneliness is killing me. While I'm used to being alone all the time, my parents would go on lots of business trips, this trumps all of that. I'm desperate, I need to get out of here, talk to someone, hug someone. I never thought I'd miss Dick's strangling hugs even more than when he was a spy. I completely took for granted every piece of affection I received since Bruce took me in. Before then it was a rare thing.

My parents weren't around enough so I grew up thinking that if I worked hard enough and be good enough that they would be home more. But I was wrong, I didn't really start getting that affection I craved until I became Robin. Yeah there was Ariana but that was different and not really what I needed at the time. No, what I needed was someone to tell me that everything will be ok and possibly hug me.

Dick would, in a lot of ways, overfill that void. Constantly, he would hug me and say he was my big brother. Stephanie does something similar, most of the women I've dated I could never truly be honest with, not until her. I can talk about anything when I'm with her and I don't have to lie about anything because she understands. I wish I could talk to her or even just see her. I love Stephanie more than anyone I've ever met.I never thought I'd miss those stupid nicknames Jason calls me or when Damian would call me 'Drake'. It's weird, how could I miss something that use to hurt?

Tim wipes his eyes as he finishes the sentence.

Sometimes I think about Bruce. I hope he doesn't think I died. I can't even bear the thought of him acting like he did after Jason or Damian's death for me… I'm not worth it. I'm a soldier, I always knew I was knocking on death's doorstep and so does he. I really do miss him, we were finally in a good place again. Before that, it was well… complicated. After Bruce returned he and I hugged once and it made me feel so safe, so secure. But after that we didn't talk much outside of missions. When I reformed the Titans, I saw him even less. It was like when I lived with my parents except this time no promise of them being home at a certain date. When he told me he wanted to retrain me I was secretly excited. I was so happy because this was the perfect opportunity to catch up. When he gave me the new suit and told me that the city was better with me I wanted to just hug him and never let go. I knew that was his way of saying he wanted me home and I couldn't have been happier.

Then this happened… I just want to go home, I want my brothers, my sister, my girlfriend, my friends. I want my father… I'm going to escape, even if it kills me.

With that he shut off the gauntlet and went over to inspect the door. "Maybe I can hack this…" Tim said, grabbing other gauntlet and staff trying to figure out how to use the tech to open the door.

TBC.

First story! hope you guys enjoyed it!