Songfic is forgotten by Avril Lavigne. I can't put the lyrics but basically after every 2 lines of lyrics put each paragraph. I published this but was asked to take it down because of the lyrics I put in it, so please look up the lyrics when reading this. Tim Drake where… well, you'll find out. Cussing is in this story. I own nothing.

He knew he was messed up; that kids shouldn't think the way he did. It wasn't right that his dad hurt him. His dad never hit him, and he always pointed it out… what he didn't ever mention was that his dad used other things to hit him with. But his dad never hit him with his hands. His dad didn't know just how fucked up he was inside. His dad never listened to how he needed to stop hitting him where people would see; stop getting him addicted just to see the withdraws; stop torturing him, but he never did. It was wrong how he was afraid of people, of knives, needles, and guns. It was wrong. Everything.

He kept moving. He had to keep running on the streets. His dad sent the gang to gun for him to "hone his skills", plus all the other gangs in the area wanted him dead. He would never- could never- forget what his dad did to him, even now that Batman got him away from his dad; he couldn't forget what made him. He laughed. His dad had been wrong; he had gotten away and Gotham hadn't been blown to fuckin hell. His dad told him to be strong and not scream, through the burnings, beatings, unwanted drug injections, and rape threats. He couldn't say how much he wanted to punch his dad out for how much he was told to "be strong cause [he] didn't know sufferin yet". He did, and his dad was the cause.

But his dad had never known what he wanted. All he wanted was someone to care, protect him. He wanted to be part of a real family. His dad never heard though, not before he abandoned his son with no one left; not before black mask killed him.

He'd changed. He'd changed a lot. He tried not to think about the past, but it was hard considering it just ended, that it had been all he'd known for fourteen and a half years. Fourteen and a half years of torture and half a year of… an odd sort of heaven. He would never have to go back now that his dad was dead. Ever since his dad's body got fished out of the bay in Bludhaven he'd been- he hated it, and it scared him, but- relieved; relieved that his dad was dead.

He'd wanted to run away for so long. His dad hadn't let him though. He'd tried to kill himself. His dad threatened the same thing as always: do what I tell you or the bombs I put all over Gotham go boom. He wished with all his heart for the ten and a half years that he could run away from everything, but he couldn't; not with Gotham about to pay for his mistake. He wouldn't let them pay for his mistake. Then Batman saved him, his life was rescued… for now.

Well, did you like it? Please review. Obviously this is a universe where Tim had an abusive gang dad. His dad worked for Two-Face and his dad killed his mom when he was four, then took him. His dad was never arrested or charged. Batman took Tim in when his dad left.