Tim sat at the bat computer after a long night,of dealing with the scum of Gotham, typing his report trying to ignore the pain coming from the bullet wound Red Hood inflicted a few nights ago; something about his comment being condescending, how asking if he needed help was such But it wasn't surprising that anything Tim said came across that way as that was the only thing Red Hood believed. Even so Tim tried to tread lightly when in Jason's company as he had only recently returned home and Tim didn't want to ruin the fragile alliance and all the hard work Bruce, Dick, and Alfred had accomplished. So usually Tim backed down from every fight and kept every comment to himself. Tim did try and move past their history and befriend or at least work with Hood but Jason didn't have the same idea.

While in thought a motorcycle pulled up and off stepped the most loved brother wearing his black and blue costume. Pulling his helmet off he walked over and offered Tim a smile that could have shone like the real sun, lighting up anyone it was directed at.

"Hey Timmy!" Dick jumped onto the counter next to the computer and started swinging his legs back and forth like a little kid. If any grown man could pull off looking like such it was Dick.

"Mmhh" Was the only response Tim gave as he tried to finish the report before Dick could interrupt again and probable drag him away from his work. Not that he didn't love Dick but his over clinginess and constant need to supervise his younger siblings tended to get out of hand. He also wanted to finish before Jason came back as a confrontation between Tim and his predecessor always ended in injuries of some sort. Luckily Bruce and the little demon were out off world for a league mission.

Now Tim wasn't afraid of what Jason would do to him and Tim knew he could usually hold his own against the larger male but it was the damage that would be done to his family every time Tim fought with Jason or Damian. The disappointment from Bruce, the exhaustion from Alfred, and the pain and sadness from Dick as seeing the brothers fight.

That was why it was in everyone's best interest that they avoid each other; not that Jason or Damian try to avoid him because they get pleasure in causing him pain. For months Tim has hidden the bruises from the other three or makes up some story as to where they came from; which is not hard considering their night job and ever since Damian became Robin Tim was left to patrol on his own usually as Dick didn't like to leave his two more volatile brothers alone.

"So Timmy what have you been up too? I never see you anymore." Dick's smile got a little smaller but Tim didn't miss the pain that hid behind it. Dick knew why Tim didn't spend as much time as the manor anymore and he wished there was something he could do to make his brothers get along.

"Same old stuff." Tim never gave detailed answers to anyone as he believed they were asking only to be polite and usually the simple reply was enough for most people. Of course Dick was the one person that rule didn't apply to as he usually kept bugging until he got a detailed summary.

Tim finished his report and as he turned around to head up to the manor to try and get any amount of sleep before the meeting tomorrow morning at WE. But before he could take more than two steps Dick spoke out.

"Tim I know it has not been easy for you the past few months but at least it has gotten better. Both Jason and Damian are really improving and at least they aren't physically attacking you anymore I know if you spend more time with them here it will really help." Of course Dick had no idea about the gunshot wound and Tim had no plan on ever telling him.

"Right because that would be the safest option. Who doesn't want to spend time with people who want them dead?"

"Tim." Dick smile had become even smaller as he tried to defend his absent brothers but still be empathetic towards the one in front of him. As he knew Jason and Damian had not made it easy with not ever really being remotely nice or even pleasant to Tim. But they had both been through so much.

" Look Dick I know you want us to all get along and I'm trying but it takes effort from both sides to make this work and let's face it even you can see how much Jason and Damian hate me. Nothing is going to change that." Tim face darkened and a pain from another source started to afflict him. It's not like he didn't want to get along with his family especially since he never really had one growing up. But there is no way to make some like you if they are determined to hate you.

"I know those two can be difficult but if you just spend some positive time together it would really help them see how much of an amazing person you are."

Not wanting to argue with Dick anymore over a discussion that has been going on for years Tim turned around and headed for the manor; he just wanted to sleep and not have to think about his murderous siblings. Before he made it too far Dick catches up and grabs Tim's wrist.

"Tim wait…" But before Dick can finish the sentence Tim rips his arm free and backs up a few more steps. Dick gives Tim a confused look as Tim body tenses.

"Tim?" Dick becomes concerned at seeing Tim tense up and fear flash across his face for a second. It doesn't take a genius like Bruce, Tim or Barbara to figure out what caused such a reaction.

"You know I am not going to hurt you. I would never hurt you little brother." It is impossible to ignore the seriousness in Dick's voice as he relaxes his body to show Tim he isn't going to try anything. But the concern never leaves his face.

"I know." Tim does know but in the back of his mind he can't help not believing it as two of his 'brothers' have already tried to put him in the ground. Tim doesn't relax his body at all.

Before either brother can continue the conversation another motorcycle rolls up next to Nightwing's and off climbs Red Hood. Seeing this as the perfect time to leave Tim runs up the steps to the manor so fast the Flash would be jealous. Leaving his worried oldest brother looking at the spot where he just stood.