Lite.

That's how he felt. Lite. Almost as if he was floating in air or maybe laying on a cloud that was so soft under him. Someone was there too. He could feel them next to him saying something. Words that he couldn't make sense out of nor could he form any words in his mind.

Someone creased his cheek soothingly. Warm, kind, almost like a Father's touch, however there was something wrong with it. What was that? That feeling of…

Wake up

Wake up…

WAKE UP!


Alfred walked into a room with some new folded clothes with a heavy heart that he hid but paused when he saw that someone was already in the deadly still room. Someone sat in the middle of the room not moving. Body seemed to weighted down in sorrow.

Walking to the dresser Alfred put the newly folded clothes away. "Master Richard, I would rather you not coop yourself up here. It is not healthy for you."

Instead of responding Dick let himself fall onto floor laying sideways not moving. It was clear that the young man wasn't going to be moving at any time soon. Sighing the old Butler stood there for a moment before walking to the door closing it softly.

Across the hall he saw Damian looking in a rather foul mood. Scowling like the world was out to get him or something along those lines. Slowly he walked down the stairs before stopping for a moment and then hurrying away towards a room on the left hand side. Alfred assumed he was going to head to the library that was one that side.

However a quick look at the security camera showed the young boy leaving the Manor and Master Bruce had forbidden any of the boys from leaving alone. So, Alfred turned to inform the master of the house.


Damian wasn't at all sure how to cope with what depression that everyone was going through. Not sure how to get rid o the guilt he had about the last words he said to Tim. Or was he even allowed to say the former Robin's name?

No one had said it around the Manor. It was like it was now forbidden to say Tim's name because every time it was mentioned the cloud grew darker. Sighing Damian took a seat on the park bench trying to clear the ever growing headache form the unknown feelings.

"Damian!" A cheerful voice called him.

Looking to the side he saw Colin heading his way. "Now is not the time, Colin. I wish for solitude and you will not help if you start talking to me."

"Oh, okay," Colin took a seat next him smiling. "…"

"…I said solitude. Therefore you shan't be here."

"Should I be on the other side of you?"

"Once again your intelligences make me question my relations with you." Damian tired hard not to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I wish to be alone, Colin."

"Oh, are you still sad about your brother?"

"I am not saddened about anything. Merely confused but I shall understand soon and therefore it shall not bother me any longer."

"Hey, Damian, will you play with me? Please?"

"What part of leave me alone do you not comprehend?!"

"Pretty please?"

"Very well, if it will get you to leave me alone."

"Yay! Let's play hid and seek."

"Very well, you hide and I shall seek you. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight… finally he's gone." Damian peeked any eye open watching as Colin ran off.

Once again alone Damian was lost in thought before he felt someone lingering. Glaring he snapped around to see an older man, maybe in his late forties earlier fifties walking a Rottweiler and he was grinning at him with this strange look.

"Hello there."

"Good day." Damian stated before turning around not wanting to deal with him.

"Aren't you one of the Wayne boys?" The man said siting down. "Terrible lost that happened to your family. I am so sorry about your brother."

Damian glanced at this man before looking back at the playground ignoring him. The man kept trying to talk to him but Damian said nothing as he sat there arms folded. It was when Colin seemed to think that Damian couldn't find him and came out of his hiding spot, although Damian wished he had stayed there because the second Colin got close enough the man dropped his glasses.

On purpose.

Colin picked them up handing him the glasses. "Here you are!"

"Oh why thank you, sonny." The man said taking them and then creased Colin's cheek.

Damian's stomach gave an uncomfortable churn and made his hair stand up on the back of his neck as his whole body tensed. Standing up he yanked Colin away from the man. They man and him locked eyes for a minute and it didn't' take Damian to know what this man did to children.

This scared Damian. Not for himself but for Colin. What if this man had done something to him? What if Damian hadn't been there? Would Colin be taken away from this world like Tim? That would mean that terrible things would have happened to his precious friend.

In truth Damian had one friend and even though he was mean to Colin at the start Colin had stuck by him being his friend through it all, never doubting or being mean, just kind, sickenly sweet Colin who smiled all the time and talk about the world as if it was one big happy place.

"Damian, you're hurting my arm," Colin's voice came through.

Looking down at where he was holding his friend's arm way to tight. Loosening his grip but not letting go Damian turned to the man glaring harshly. Eyes cold, unforgiving, the intent to murder there in the eyes.

"Something wrong, sonny?"

"Leave this place and never return." Damian growled out his voice straining to keep it calm.

"Well, well, it's a free country and I rather like this park." The man lazily smiled at him. "In fact I think I will come here tomorrow morning. So many kids loving playing here in the morning-"

Damian lunged at the man. Bat rule or not he was going to get this bastard as close to death as he could even if it meant being grounded from Robin, he was not going to let this monster get Colin. TO be honest he didn't care about the other kids, he only cared about Colin.

"Damian, stop!" Colin cried out at some point.

However it was a strong body that pulled him off and that was none other than his Father Bruce Wayne who gave him a glaring look and Damian reacted in a way no one thought he would.

When Bruce had found Damian at the park he never would have thought he would be beating the hell out of a man nor would his little friend Colin be there crying trying to get Damian to stop. Running over he grabbed Damian off the man glaring at his son.

Damian went still he angered breathing before he started to shake with rage and started screaming in fury looking at the man trying to get loose, reaching out his hands desperate to get him. By this time the whole park was looking at them and Gordon showed up getting everyone to leave.

The second Bruce looked at the man's face and re his reactions he knew why Damian had gone rabid and drew Colin behind him telling the boy not to leave. Damian continued to scream in fury he small fists striking the air.

After things were cleared up, Bruce told Jim about the man, before he left a trusted police officer take home Colin. Pulling Damian into his arms he held the boy tightly trying to calm down the furious episode and winced slightly when Damian bit him on the shoulder almost like an animal.

Patting his head as they slided into the limo, Bruce just held him when slowly Damian let go and something that he didn't expect happened. The boy started to sobbed in the most heart broken way that it made Bruce feel horrible for him.

"It's okay, son."

Damian hid his face not want to face his Father mumbled something.

"What did you say, Damian?"

"… He wanted to take Colin from me..." Came out the broken sentence. "To take him away like that person took away Drake…"


Blue eyes opened slowly seeing nothing but blurs. Blinking slowly he looked around the room trying to see clearly, mind blank of where he was or who he was. Groaning a little feeling achy and sore he rolled over on the bed to his stomach trying to calm the rushing sickness coming over him causing the boy to cough.

The door opened with someone rushing to his side. "Are you alright?"

Still coughing and now having trouble breathing the boy shook his head. Hands rolled him over before helping him sit up holding his arms over his head gently.

"Breath. Come on, deep breaths… Breath in, hold it… let it go. Okay, again breath in deeply… and let it go, buddy."

The boy calmed down leaning against the body behind him the boy looked up to see a man there smiling at him kindly. Blinking the teen tried to figure out who this was. However his stomach gave a growl making him whimper sadly.

"Oh, shoot!" The man said. "Bet your hunger ain't you? Come on let's get you cleaned up and take you downstairs alright?"

Nodding a little he was lifted up, helped to the bathroom where he was washed, dried and dressed and if he was so hungry it would have disturbed him. Next thing he knew he was being propped up on a sofa chair thing, someone else came in and they started to spoon fed him some soup. Which was really good and he enjoyed it.

"I'm glad to see you up," Said the second person who was a woman. She was older, her face care worn hair mixed with white and brown hair. "You've been so sick for the passed week. Pa was getting worried about you and you gave me a scare too."

The teen stared at her but opened his mouth a little for food as his stomach begged for more.

The man sitting behind him, maybe in his twenties, the same age as… as who? Someone, someone he knew, right? Anyway the man kissed the top of his forehead.

"I think he's still out of it a bit, ma."

"Yes, I think so." She said softly feeding him another spoonful. "He'll need more rest and food. Isn't that right, my dear?"

The teen stared at her with hazed eyes for a second before opening his mouth again for food. She chuckled softly feeding him and stroked his hair a little. After a half the soup was gone he started to slack in the man's arm feeling stuffed and tired.

They laid him down on the couch on his side before covering him with a blanket which he curled into holding it close. Blinking slowly he watched them move about. The man came back dressed up in nice clothes, pressed and dresses thought the teen as the man leaned down running his hands through his hair.

"I gotta get going little bud." The man said and kissed his forehead. "I'll see you after work and I'll bring you something, okay? Ma, I'm heading out."

"Have a good day, sweetheart. We'll see you after later."

"Until later," The man smiled at him once more patting his head again. "Get better soon, bro."

After that he passed out dreaming of nothing before he woke up to someone rubbing his back gently which was familiar but somehow out of place. Weakly lifting his head he stared blankly at the new person. An older man, older than the woman but not by much. He smiled at him gently at him and reacting on the mirror reactions the teen smiled back softly his brain telling him to do it.

Why?

Now that the boy couldn't answer. The man pulled him closer into a hug which he was too weak to return as his body felt so weighed down. He leaned against the man blinking as something flashed in his mind that was hidden somewhere. Another man whose name was… was Bru-

Having trouble breathing again the couple helped him up trying the calming breathing thing to calm him down. After that they fed him more, talked to him for a long time. Showed him pictures that made no sense to him even though they were asking him if he remembered.

After a while the man returned and as promised brought something, a nice small cake that could serve four.

The woman sighed. "I don't think he remembers anything."

The man let out a deep sigh turning to the young man. "What does he remember, Jim?"

Jim? Jim… Jim… The boy suddenly looked up at the man whose name was Jim. Something about that name. Not the J though. No, that was out of place. The I and the M was in the right place but not the J. Slowly his mind pieced the name together.

T…

I…

M…

Tim… my name's… Tim.


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