These characters are, of course, the property of DC Comics. I'm just having a little fun with them. This isn't following the real storyline, so I guess it would just be an alternate reality. Have fun.
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Tim Drake glanced at his watch and hurried down the street towards his dad's house. He was running a little late, but was very anxious to have this dinner with his parents. Dana he had seen recently, over a plate of delicious chocolate chip cookies, but it had been a couple of weeks since he had spoken to his dad. After a nasty series of arguments, Jack had all but kicked Tim out. That last step Tim had taken by his own freewill, moving into his "Robin's Nest" from where he could free continue as Robin, the Boy Wonder the third.
After weeks of silence, Jack Drake had called his son and had tentatively asked him to come home for supper the night before. Tim had leapt at the chance to make up with his father and had readily agreed. There was no way Tim was going to miss this second chance.
Arriving at the house, Tim knocked once, calling out a hello, before pushing the door open all the way. No one answered his call, and Tim began to worry that his dad had changed his mind. Stepping into the kitchen, however, told him otherwise. The kitchen was a wreck. It looked like a tornado had swept through that one room destroying everything in its path. It was the red "Ha ha!" that convinced the young Robin that this was indeed not the case. He spotted his dad and Dana at the same moment, lying on the floor in their own blood, just recently spilt. There was obviously nothing to be done for his dad, so with tears in his eyes, Tim jumped to Dana's side as she gasped for breath and stretched out a quivering hand towards him. He grasped her hand in his own, as if trying to will her to live. Dana managed a small smile for her stepson and breathed her last in his shaking arms.
After that Tim wasn't sure what happened, but he found himself sitting on the living room couch with Bruce's strong presence beside him, as police worked in the room just beyond the opposite wall. His cheeks were still stained with tears, although, his tears had stopped long before, and he simply stared unseeingly at his pale white hands still smeared with red blood. Some small part of his mind was still trying to piece together everything that had happened, but the rest just couldn't grasp it and almost refused to at that moment.
An officer stopped to speak to Bruce, but Tim didn't listen to there words, too wrapped up in his own shock, but he felt immense relief when the millionaire led him from the house outside, where Tim was promptly sick on the sidewalk. Bruce merely waited until he was done, a comforting hand still resting on his shoulder, and then led him the rest of the way to his waiting car. They were then off towards Wayne Manor.