My second story! I do hope you like it! I must admit that this is my second time reloading this due to errors I have found by rereading it and I'll say right now, how embarrassing! Ah! Question for you readers there!~ should Tim go and live in the manor as a boy or girl with no one knowing her secret, minus Alfred?

Chapter 1

Long straight silky black floated around the water. Clear soapy water clings to the pale slender body. Timothy, Tim, sank further down. Strange to have a boy's name but her parents, Janet and Jack Drake wanted a boy to carry on the Drake Company. Her body was entirely gulped by the water. As a child, she raised as a boy, male clothing and short hair. Her head was now under the water, eyes closed. Every change through. Bubbles left her rosy lips. Her mother and father were killed 8 years ago, but it still feels no different. She opens her eyes, revealing beautiful blue eyes, stinging with soap. They were always away on trips. She then slowly raises her upper body to the surface. It was raining that day. Gasping for air, she moves her knees to her chest. How is she going keep doing this? She cried non-stop that day. She wasn't 18 yet to inherit everything from her parent's will. She stood up, water drops leaving her body.

A loud yet gentle knock had made Tim freeze from where she stood. Who was there? The servants and maids were gone at home. She quickly covered herself with a towel. "Master Timothy?" A gentle voice had said from the other side of the door. Her eyes widened, she knew that voice. Mr. Pennyworth?! Bruce Wayne's valet?! What is he doing here!? And how did he get in?! "Master Timothy? Oh do please answer young sir." What is she going to do now? Panic rose. "Um-yes?" she answered quickly disguising her voice. "Ah I was wondering whether or not if there was someone there." Alfred answered. Tim quickly grabbed a second towel for her hair. "Y-yes, um, is there something there you need Mr. Pennyworth?" She cursed slightly for the not bringing any clothes to the bathroom. She mentally wanted to slap herself. "Yes, actually there is. It seems that you have been living here alone for the past 8 years, very clever for hiding this for the press."

A towel was dropped, she looked at the mirror. Her eyes were wide. Her heart was beginning to beat rapidly " Ho-how-Please sir, Master Bruce wishes to speak with you right away, we mustn't keep him waiting." Alfred cut her off, she hears his feet move. I'll be waiting downstairs." She gasps. With a towel around her body, she ran to the door opening it. "WAIT! MR. PENNYWORTH!" she yelled. Alfred stops and turned around. His eyes widened, "Oh dear."

Meanwhile at the Wayne Manor…

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Dick signed while looking at his younger brothers, "Guys, you're not still mad about Bruce adopt Tim, are you?" He asked them. Silence filled the family room, through it didn't like one. Damian made a face "Tt." Jason chuckled. "I second that, we don't need another kid here!" "Jason." Dick groaned it's really hard to connect with his brothers, but he tries to. They just learned about this an hour ago and it was taking time to settle in for the younger brothers. This is what they all learned about Tim; he is 13 years old, his parents died 7 years ago, he has been on his own…"Sneaky little bastard." Growled Jason. Jason left the room.

"Why must you adopt this idiot who has been living alone for the past 7 years?" Asked Damian with a scowl on his face. Bruce looked at his son, he pinched his nose. "Damian, he has no parents and I can't have that, I knew his parents, very good people." He answered. He turned to face Dick, who sitting on a chair, waiting to hear more about Tim. "Dick, would you get Jason in here, there is something that I would like to discuss with the 3 of you." Dick nodded and left. Damian was confused. Dick came back with an anger face Jason. "Alright then, now I would like to make something clear," Bruce's eyes became dark, "I want no one to tell Tim about our secret, do you all understand?"

They were all taken back, even Jason's eyes were wide. They were about to say something when a knock on the door. "Master Bruce, I have arrive with Master Timothy, he is waiting in the living room." Alfred open the door, He smiled, and "We mustn't keep Master Timothy waiting, shall we?" They all nodded, the newest member of the family is here. Trying their hardest to keep calm.

In the living room, there waited a certain black haired child.