So, I know I should be updating my other stories, but I couldn't get this idea out of my head. I hope you guys like this story!
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Prologue
"Are you sure about this, Talia?" Janet asked, staring at the infant in my lap.
The baby was deathly pale, with scarlet red blood near his lips, standing out like dark red stains from his last fit of coughing. His tuft of black hair was flat against his head, sweat sticking his ebony locks to his head.
I ran my nails through his hair, the tips of my lips quirking up. The infant squirmed in my grip, his chest raising erractically, his breath wheezing as he coughed, more blood dripping from his lips. My smirk dropped. "Talia, you must let Timothy go. He will have a better chance of living here instead of living with the League. Especially now that your grandfather wants him dead just for his defect." Janet said, pulling my attention away from Timothy.
I closed my eyes, hugging Timothy to my chest tightly, before nodding. "Yes, you are right, Janet."
I opened the limo door, laying Timothy gently onto the cold concrete floor of Crime Alley.
"You may leave now." I told the driver after closing the door. "And you will agree to keep this secret?
Janet nodded, looking back at Timothy through the rear view mirror. "He may be your son, but he's also my god son. I would do anything to protect him." As long as he lives, Ra's won't get to him." Janet said, crossing her arms over chest.
"Hmm, now where did I stash that necklace?" I hummed, looking around the dirty alleyway.
It wasn't often that I had to stash my things and run, but last night with Batman on my tail, I had no choice. But now, a few weeks after the incident, it was finally safe to get what was mine.
"Get back you little bastard!"
I blinked, turning towards the sound.
"I swear, I didn't steal it!" A boy said, backing himself against the wall, something shining in his hand with a familiar cat pendant. My necklace.
A man cornered him, hauling the boy up by his too big shirt. "Yeah, right. Like I believe someone like you." He growled, shaking the boy.
The kid coughed, blood spraying over the men and dripping down his lips. "Please, let me go." He whispered, his chest rising and falling rapidly. As if he was having a heart attack.
"There you are!" I said, walking up to the pair.
The man looked at me, his mouth opened and ready to snap at me, and closing it into a flirtous smirk. s a thief. "I think you have the wrong kid, but I'll happily help you find whoever you're looking for." The man said as the boy shook.
"No, this is him. Besides, he didn't steal from me, he was searching for my necklace." I said, prying the ebony from the brute man, and settling the kid on my hip.
I turned away, lowering my head towards the boy to hear his frail voice.
I chuckled, rubbing my nails through his dirty, but soft black hair. "What's your name?" I asked, ignoring his question.
He wrinkled his nose for a second, then looked up at me with his big blue eyes. "Timothy." He said, his erratic breathing slowly calming down.
"Alright Timmy, I think you're a keeper." I said, smiling as he looked at the stores we walked past with a glint in his eyes.
"What's wrong with him?" I asked Dr. Thompkins, my concern growing as her frown deepened.
"From what you have told me of his cold skin, fainting, trouble breathing, his heart beat problem I noticed from the examination, and the fact that he's always had it, it seems that he was a rare genetic defect. He probably got it from a family member, maybe not his direct parents, but the gene might have been carried over for years in his family as dormant, than shown in Timothy. His body probably adapted with the defect quickly enough that he has learned to survive with it." Dr. Thompkins said, sighing, and turning to Tim. "Do you understand what that means, Timothy?"
Tim nodded from the examination bed he was on, his cheeks turning bright red as his legs swung in the air. "Yes, Ma'am. It means I got it because of my parents, and learned to get over it, right?" And," Tim said, fidgeting in his seat as his blush grew. "I - you can just call me Tim."
"Alright, Tim." Dr. Thompkins said, smiling, which only made Tim's blush grow even more. "And that is exactly right."
"Is there anything to help him, you know, to not throw up as much?" I asked, Dr. Thompkins frown returning as she turned back to me.
"Yes, there are some things that can help. Since his blood vomiting seems to be caused by his heart beat too fast, if he learned how to calm himself down before he vomited, like meditation, that could bring down the number of how much he throws up. However, that won't completely stop it. Medicine could help stop it completely, but since there aren't many people with defects like this, the medicine won't be cheap." Dr. Thompkins said.
I looked at Tim, who was looking down at the ground, tears trailing down his face. Even if I knew him for only a few days, I knew he thought I would abandon him like everyone on else when he heard the words won't be cheap. A frown tugged at my lips, my hands tightening into fists.
Tim was only five-years-old, he shouldn't have to think that he could be abandoned for money so easily. He shouldn't think that his life is worth a few hundred dollars, or however much this medicine costs. Nobody should, not even a stray like him.
I ruffled Tim's hair, smiling as he looked up at me surprised. "Name the price, Leslie."
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