Rearranged the chapters a bit :D


"How long has the Babybird been in there?" Jason had rushed to the cave because he heard that Tim had come home from the Titans early because he was ill. Tim *never* gets ill (hence the rushing). He didn't expect to find that he was perfectly fine… apart from the, small, fact that his boyfriend had broken up with him.

Something that made him lock himself in a lead-lined metal box for hours on end was not *small*, not that Tim had paid any attention to him.

Nope, he was doomed to be in the 'not quite brother, not quite friend, almost mortal enemies because he had been a little out of his mind and thought that beating someone up repeatedly was a good way of getting their attention' zone.

Welcome to Jason Todd's love life. Sucks right?

"Four hours, twenty eight minutes, thirty four seconds and counting" Dick sighed, "He'll come out when he's ready to come out Jason" his older 'brother' tried smiling at him but Jason could tell that Dick was just as worried as he was.

"And I suppose you know that from experience, really Dick when did your break-ups ever lead you to lock yourself in a room?"

"Well none of the people I've gone out with had superhearing that's always tuned into my heartbeat; I was allowed to break down in peace" Jason flinched at that, what was the Super guy playing at

"A little OCD stalkerish don't you think?"

"We used to think it was cute… then again we used to think that they were the perfect couple and would be together forever… wow that sounds corny doesn't it?"

"Yup" he popped the 'p' and let it ring thought the empty caverns of the cave. They slipped into a comfortable silence, and waited. Waited for any notion of movement from the lead vault in which Tim had found sanctuary.

When it got to the five hour mark Jason had given up on being patient. He wasn't a patient man after all.

"Babybird, I don't care what you think you want, either you open this door in the next two minutes or I am breaking in, and you know I can, I've gotten into and out of better locks than this" he was actually really proud of his restraint, knocking on the door hard enough so that Tim could hear it, but softly enough so he didn't sound forceful or angry.

There were a couple of tense moments of silence before clicks were heard and cogs started to move and the door creaked open. The two men rushed inside before Tim decided to change his mind.

What they found was so very un-Timlike that they almost didn't believe their eyes at all.

The room was a mess, there were artefacts strewn all over the floor, boxes upturned, polystyrene making it look like it had snowed a blizzard, but that wasn't really what caught their eyes.

It was Tim. Tim and his obviously blotchy cheeks, puffy bloodshot eyes and tear streaked face. It was his shaking, and sobbing, and defeated posture. It was the anger that boiled in each of them that someone had broken their younger brother, their Babybird, their Timmy.

It was the broken voice,

"He doesn't want me"