It's back and the same story, but a lot different. Meaning that I've taken 'Finding A Way' and revamped it. The original story exists and certain parts will be here, but in a different way than before so that it'll be more interesting. I hope you enjoy this prologue of the 'revamp' (am I the only one who loves that word?).
Ages will be switching for flashbacks and memories, but for the prologue:
Tim-15
Others ages will be posted as they come into the main story, as well as their age for flashbacks. R&R, please.
Prologue
I was four the day my world changed, and now, eleven years later, I still remember it as if it's happening at this exact moment. I can still close my eyes and see the front hall of my old home, my nanny with her crazy hair, and the master bedroom that my parents had occupied the few nights they were home. A place that was once so familiar and real to me, now only exists in my dreams and memories. I can't say I miss it, nor can I honestly admit that I'd rather live with my parents than with Bruce.
I do, however, wish they were alive, and when things get tough, I even wish that they had been better parents so that none of this had ever happened. It has, though, and I can't change the past. At least, I'm happy here at Wayne Manor – most of the time. Things have gotten tougher ever since Damian, Bruce's biological son, announced his existence and came to live with us. He's a demon in disguise; just don't tell Bruce that.
Besides Damian, everything is fine. Well, except for the fact that Bruce refuses to let me join in on the crime fighting. He's had Dick and Jason teach me how to defend myself, even teaching me a few moves himself a time or two. Beyond defense, he won't teach me anything else, and he won't let the others, either. He kept to the promise he made to Alfred when I was younger that he'd never allow me to wear the mantle of Robin.
Once I asked him that, since he wouldn't let me wear the Robin costume, what about my own suit? It was futile. My reply was a lecture. I haven't asked him since, though I tried other routes by hinting to Dick and appealing to Jason's bad side. Jason actually almost helped me, until Dick found out and told Bruce. When our father found out about this, he was furious. Especially with Jason.
My older brother didn't talk to me for a week. He had ended up getting grounded for his choice of words when arguing the point with Bruce.
He relented soon and taught me a few things in secret. I knew it was just to show his defiance, but I was happy that he was training me. After all, it's hard to feel like you're an equal when the rest of your family are crime-fighting superheroes and you're just… you. Bruce and Dick don't understand this. They insist that I'm fine the way I am. Dick even started preaching to me about how I shouldn't try to be anyone else and that I'm 'perfect the way I am'.
They were learning life skills in gym that week. By the next, he'd forgotten his own advice and was trying to better himself to the extremes.
That's what I'm trying to do – to better myself. I have the science and math part of being a Robin down, why can't I take the extra step and do the training as well? I'm a member of the Bat family. If Jason can do it, so can I. I may be smaller than the others, and I may be weaker, but with the right training, I know I can be on their level. I can be a Robin, and no matter what, I'll prove that to Bruce.
Somehow, I'll find a way.
And, BAM! Tiny little prologue to get the boulder rolling again. Readers of the original, did you catch the reference in the first chapter? New readers, don't worry – all will be explained in coming chapters. Thanks for reading.
Special thanks to stands-tall-among-shadows! It took your message to get me brave enough to actually post this revamp. Thanks for being an awesome reader!
Until next time, everybody, adieu.