sorry this took so long, been preoccupied but i finally got it finished, whew, oh and for all you fangirls out there that think batman x robin is hot there's a hint of slash, if you look for it, also its a bit choppy in places sorry the transitions didn't go as smoothly as i would have liked.

i would also like to say i do not own batman or robin... Damn!

There was a light tap on the glass sliding doors leading the deck of Tim Drake's pent house. Normally so light a tap wouldn't have woken even the lightest sleepers, but Tim jerked awake anyway. "What the hell?" he muttered running a hand through his mess of hair. He sat up and tapped his bedside clock "twelve fifty two" it said back in an emotionless voice, great, just great.

He got up and ambled over to the sliding door and unlocked it, pulling it open. Almost immediately a heavy 220lbs of dead weight fell into him. Tim slid a leg back and shifted his weight back to drag in the socking wet batman. He pulled him far enough from the door to be able to close it then dropped him. Tim smiled evil when he heard a painful grunt escape the man. He closed the soundproof glass door enveloping them in complete silence.

He kneeled over batman and checked for a pulse. Satisfied that he was at least alive he let his curiosity get the best of him. He placed both his hands on each side of batman's face his fingertips sliding under the mask. He closed his eyes, though it really didn't matter and concentrated on his hands. He lightly ran his fingertips over the-mans face feeling every new wrinkle and scar and forming a mental image of him. As he did he managed to remove the cowl and run his hand through thick black hair. It was thinner than he remembered then again it had been over nearly ten years since he'd last 'seen' the man.

Sighing he removed the cape and cowl, and then proceeded to peel away the layers of Kevlar and spandex. He cleaned all the wounds he found and even dressed them. He had a perfectly good reason for this, he did not want his maid coming in and finding a large pool of blood on the living room floor. He sighed again and hoisted Bruce over his shoulder like a bag of wheat, and deposited him on the coach.

As he walked away he tallied up the cost of the coach along with the suit that Bruce seemed to have managed to ruined along with a couple extra hundred for the elbow grease he was about to put into his carpet, in total it came to over 1,000 dollars.

Tim smiled evilly.

Bruce awoke to the sound of someone doing martial arts. He opened his eyes to see a pristine white ceiling. He sat up and looked around, light was poring in from the patio doors. In the middle of the room sat a bucket with a towel hanging over the rim, against the wall farthest from him was a bed that looked like it had been slept in... briefly.

He stood unsteadily and made his way to the main part of the pent house to see Tim, with his eyes closed doing acrobatics and martial arts around the cleared space in the middle of the room. Bruce watched as he finished one routine and went smoothly into another. Judging by the missing shirt and soaked waistband of his sweets Tim had been at it for hours.

It took Bruce a moment to realize that Tim's ipod was on and the ea-buds where securely in his ears.

"You owe me 1,200 dollars," Tim's voice brought Bruce of his thoughts; Bruce quirked an eyebrow.

"600 for the suit, 400 for the couch you got blood all over and 200 hundred for the floor." Tim explained pulling the ear buds out of his ears and turning to face Bruce. "You know, you don't act like your blind" Bruce said. "That's because in hear I'm not, here in this apartment I know where everything is and when something is moved I can feel it."

"That's how you knew where I was."

"Nope, the floor creaked under your weight"

"You had your ipod on"

"So, I can still feel it,"

Bruce looked at Tim's feet and noticed they where bare.

"It's nothing special just that when you loose one sense the other 4 pick up the slack."

Bruce nodded, and turned away, "what's with the red hair?"

"A rebellion thing," Tim answered with a shrug. He stepped past Bruce and into the bedroom. He rummaged around in one of his dresser drawers he tossed a shirt at Bruce over his shoulder, "I called Alfred before you woke up he'll be picking you up at the back door," Tim said his back still to Bruce as he looked for a shirt of his own.

"You're being nicer than yesterday."

"Haven't had caffeine yet, I'm not usually up this early"

"How do you know what time it is?"

"My alarm clock speaks when the hour turns."

"Ah," Bruce nodded pulling the shirt over his heads. "So… um… thanks I guess."

Tim shrugged.

Bruce took in Tim's form, again. The red hair was odd on him but it was a natural red, not that crazy red you could get 'Hot Topic.' Tim seemed taller, though he new the young man hadn't grown much; it was probably in the way he carried himself, Bruce new he was actually as tall as him. His skin was tan and he looked healthy enough, he was still scrawny, but that looked more like corded muscle, more the form of a runner, Bruce thought. The sudden sound of Tim singing along with a song startled him. Bruce fallowed the words to the song and remembered '3 days grace, just like you' it had been one of two songs that had been playing when Tim left. The next song rang in his ears mainly because it was coming from the wall speakers, and it was the other song '3 days Grace, I hate everything about you'. Bruce clenched his fist behind his back, and forced himself to relax. While Bruce was tense Tim seemed to be perfectly fine. In fact Tim had gone into a fast paced martial arts and gymnastics routine. Bruce stood there watching in wonder as Tim twisted in way he had never been able too under Bruce's tutelage, he also kept pace with each song that came on, it was like watching a lethal dance.

Bruce turned and looked at the wall and spotted a long bamboo rod, and he smiled, it was the staff a trained Tim with. He took it off the wall and launched it at Tim, who caught it with and ease and proceeded to spin it and parry invisible blow. He was going through a particularly difficult maneuver that looked like something that belonged in a dance studio, when the sound of a buzzer interrupted the song knock Tim of the beat and ended with him in a heap on the floor.

Cursing under his breath Tim answered the door. Letting Alfred pass him. Bruce collected his batman suit and gratefully changed into the pair of pants Alfred brought. He like his uniform fine but, wear the bottoms long enough and they began to ride up.

Before he left he got a look at Tim's eyes; they where a vary pail blue, unnaturally so, and fogged looking. The pupils he noticed reacted to light, and they had what looked a lot like burn scars blotting them, he 'hmmed' mentally as he left, the door shutting with a snap behind him, lightly clipping his heal.

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