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"Father."

Bruce looked up from the files he was going over for his company to see his younger son standing there with a scowl on his mouth.

"Yes?"

"I request that Drake not accompany us tonight on portal."

Ah, it was another Hate Tim thing. "And why is that, Damian?"

"Because he is bothering me with his vomiting for the last ten minutes."

"Vomiting? Damian, is Tim sick?"

"Why should I care if Drake is ill? It is no concern of mine."

Standing up Bruce walked out of the study to check on his second youngest son. He heard Damian following him. They made their way to the bathroom where Bruce could hearing wrenching coming from one of the hallway bathrooms.

Without knocking Bruce rushed in to see Tim leaning over the toilet gasping slightly before jerking a bit before leaning more into it mouth opened as he vomited again before gasping deeply as he body trembled.

Going in Bruce rubbed Tim's back as the boy gave him a grateful glace before he jerked again and threw up again. After a few minutes Tim nodded that it was over so Bruce helped him up. Tim rinsed out his mouth before brushing his teeth twice and using mouth wash to get the horrible taste out of his mouth.

"Come on, let's get you in bed." Bruce said helping his son to the bed.

"I think I caught another flu." Tim mumbled but climbed into bed sighing. "I'll be better soon."

Bruce nodded. "Just stay in bed until you feel better. I'll have Alfred look in on you and Damian and I will come in early from patrol."

"No, I'm alright, no need to come in early." Tim said softly as he was covered, his eyes closed slowly as he drifted off. "I'm really… fine…"

Bruce watched as his son went off into his dream world. Without his spleen Tim was vulnerable to all kinds of illness. This made it the third time this month that Tim ended up throwing up before falling asleep. Leaning over to the nightstand Bruce opened and pulled out a bottle of medicine and a needle still wrapped up in its bag.

Opening it Bruce took the exact dose Tim needed before giving him the ejection. Tim opened his eyes slightly before closing them and nodding before going back to sleep. That should give his son some relief of pain, and breathing problem.

Turning he saw Damian standing there with a frown. "Alright, son let's go."

A cloaked figure stood outside of the window waiting. He waited for the door to close. Exactly ten and a half minutes later he could hear the roar of the Batmobile race down the road. Carefully sliding into view the figure peeked into the window seeing what he came here for.

Tim Drake aka Red Robin was laying on the bed knocked out cold. The figure watched for a minute before checking the device in his hand. He was running out of time and this was the only one he had found that matched almost perfectly.

Using the pick-locks the intruder managed to open window without setting off the alarm. Landing without a sound the figure looked around the room pausing as the masked eyes stare at some of the things before he walked up to the bed.

For a minute he just watched the figure before pulling out a medical kit. Opening it he pulled out a small bottle that had no labels on it. The strange held it up to Tim Drake's nose and pressed a button white mist flowed out of it.

After a few seconds of breath the mist in the other nodded to himself. That should keep Tim Drake asleep for a while. Putting the thing back in the box the dark cloaked figured ran to the closet and opened it. Pulling out a traveling bag before going around and packing some items that Tim Drake was sure to miss before going back to the bed, swinging the bag over his back.

"Alright, Tim Drake, it's time to leave." The Figure as he leaned over the knocked out teen. "It's time to go home."

The figure wasn't taller than Tim. In fact he might have been a foot smaller but that didn't mean the stranger wasn't strong. He easily picked up the third Robin before turning back to the window. Carefully moving the strange made it down to the grass before running away from the Manor.

What the stranger didn't notice was the Butler watching and informing the Batfamily of the kidnapping.


Tim was aware of a bright light and the feeling of the becoming cold before he felt that he was being laid back down in his bed. Take in a deep breath Tim shifted a little getting comfortable curling up against the bed. Taking in another breath Tim couldn't help but smile at how good the sheets smelled.

Alfred must have washed them. What was that? Lavender Serenity? It was his favorite scent. A hand was on his forehead. It wasn't Bruce's nor was it Alfred's. Was Dick here? Did his fever go up again? Probably but his family would take care him.

There were voices talking to him, someone saying that he had to get changed, someone trying to get him to sit up and something about his hair getting in the way? Well, his hair wasn't that long. Maybe a trim tomorrow would be a good idea and after he could work on some of the cases in the Cave.

Suddenly he felt warm water fall over his body for a moment Tim realized he was in a tub. Had he thrown up in his sleep? Was the pain medicine that strong that it wouldn't let him open his eyes or even make it to the restroom?

Someone said 'Shh, you're alright,' and Tim knew he had made a sound of protest or maybe a complaint or even was just making an embarrassing noise for whoever was cleaning him up. It didn't help that Tim kept slipping in and out of the haze and before he knew it be was back in his warm bed with that wonderful scent and he felt clean and refreshed.

A comforter was placed on him.

With a smile Tim slipped into a peaceful sleep and when morning came he felt much better.

However Tim blinked slowly as he opened his eyes seeing see-through white curtains blowing softly from the wind coming through the open window. Eyes focusing Tim looked around in confusion. This room had white walls with paintings all over them. The carpet was white as well and there was a Chandler in the middle of the room.

Looking up Tim frowned seeing an canopy over the bed he was in again white and it surrounded the bed he was in. The sheets, pillows, and comforter where all white as well but the designs on the comforter where silver. Looking around he saw a sofa for the rich on one side of the room, a little sitting areas for tea and snacks in the others and a large dresser and a vanity with a large mirror on it.

Where was he?!

Tim sat up quickly bolted out of the bed feeling dizzy so he stumbled onto the floor before he saw something off to the side. He sat there for minute trying to regain his balance as everything shifted and moved. When Tim tried to get up he realized he couldn't feel his legs.

Tim gasped seeing that his legs where too weak and looking around in confusion Tim started to scream. "Bruce…! Bruce, Bruce…! Alfred!"

The door opened and Bruce ran in. "What's wrong?"

"Look!" Tim threw his arms out. "Look at me!"

Bruce rushed over before scooping him up. "Are you alright? Did you hurt anything when you fall? You know you can't get to your wheelchair by yourself, Tim."

Wheelchair?

"What?" Tim shook his head. "Bruce look at me, I can't move my legs!"

Suddenly Bruce chuckled lighthearted and patted his head. "Yes, Tim, I know and you're a very lucky that you got to keep them. After all it's been, what two years since the accident?"

Tim stared at him in confusion and shook his head. Taking a deep breath Tim tried to calm down before looking right into Bruce's eyes. Something was wrong here. His eyes where different. They where missing something in them.

"Bruce, is everything alright in here?" Dick's voice called before entering. "I heard someone screaming."

"Everything is fine. Tim fell off his bed."

Before Tim could say anything Jason walked in reading the bible! What was going on here?!

"Bruce, what's going on?" Tim asked his voice cracking a little.

"Now, Tim, just calm down alright?" Bruce said in what should have been a comforting voice but it just sent cold chills down Tim's back as the man looked at his older brothers. "You two go get a picnic ready. Tim needs some fresh air."

"Whatever." Dick huffed glaring at Tim before leaving. "This sucks."

"We'll see you outside, Timmy," Jason smiled at him kindly.

"I'm scared." Tim said seriously before looking at Bruce. "What's going on? Why won't my legs work and why are they acting like that?"

"Don't you remember Tim? You where hurt during a mission and you lost the use of your legs." Bruce ran a hand through Tim's hair to bring comfort but it made Tim was to vomit. "


Meanwhile in the room next to them the shadowed cloak figure took off his mask, costume and stuffed it away into his closet before hiding the dimension device that helped him bring back a member of them family.

Turning away from there Damian Wayne (thirteen) smirked as he left his room to go see Timothy Wayne before he died of shock and once Zantanna made that potion the Wayne Family wouldn't lose Drake again. Once the potion was complete they could rewrite that Drake's memories into their Drake's memories.

Besides in the form Timothy was in he couldn't run away since the legs were of no use. It was an easy way to keep that Drake form leaving until the could make the change and than the third Talon would return. Timothy would be back but for now the other Drake would remain without use of his legs.

The more confusion, the easier it would to take over the mind.

Anyways it wasn't like that world's Batclan was taking care of their Drake anyway.

Owls were better anyways.


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