Tim Drake could not make sense of his surroundings when he awakened.

He was lying on his side on a soft bed, in the most comfortable sleeping position possible for him. He was wearing pajamas that fit him, and he was covered by warm, woolen blankets. Yet, somehow, he felt an odd chill against his skin. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see the stark white of the clothes on his back and the sheets draped over him, and the gentler, more off-white shade of the walls and carpet and the curtains pulled across the window.

It was either the middle of the night or very early in the morning. Or maybe the curtains were just thicker than they seemed. Whatever the cause might've been, no sunlight was present in the room. Actually, there was no light of any kind whatsoever. But, the really strange thing was…Tim didn't care.

It didn't unsettle him in the least that he wasn't in his own pajamas in his own bedroom in his own house. It didn't faze him at all that he had no idea what was going on. It didn't even worry him that, when he touched his face, he touched smooth skin and not the slick material of his cowl or the fabric of a domino mask. That was due in part, most likely, to the tranquilizers coursing through his system. He had a dim, hazy memory of someone sticking a needle into his wrist, injecting him, catching him before he completely blacked out…and then, nothing. And then, he woke up. But it didn't matter. Nothing really mattered.

No…all that mattered to Tim was that he didn't know where everyone else was.

He'd been being followed for days, but it was alright. The people following him were people he knew, and they just wanted to make sure he was okay. They were all so concerned about him. It was touching, really. But he had no idea where they were now, and that made him upset. He missed them. He needed them. What if they'd gone forever and hadn't even—

"Tim."

A hand came to rest on his shoulder. He turned a little to see Conner leaning over him, smiling. "It's alright, Tim. I'll be here to watch over you, just like always. Go back to sleep."

So he did.