Chapter 4 (still DenniBenni's)

It had been almost a week since Tim had been attacked. And still Bruce wouldn't tell him who the guy was. Bruce also hadn't allowed Tim to go on patrol on his own. Only if he himself was with him. Which the boy found very annoying.

But, he was glad Bruce still allowed him to go to Mt. Justice. He almost hadn't let him, but Tim had managed to convince him otherwise. So that was what he did since summer vacation had started. He would go to the mountain everyday.

Everyone else would go there too since they were also out of school. It gave them all something to do.

The only down side was the only thing to do was spar. They weren't being sent on any missions, they knew that. Batman had made it clear that until this Red Hood business was cleared away, there would be no missions.

Which was disappointing to say the least. It made Tim feel a little guilty because his friends couldn't go on missions just because he got attacked.

His friends told him it was fine though, and that they understood. But, it didn't really make him feel much better.

So today was like usual, he woke up, ate some breakfast, and went to the mountain. Right now he was sparing with Megan, who was evenly matching him in the fight.

He started thinking absent mindedly somewhere in the sparing.

"I wonder why Bruce won't tell me who this guy is. Or why he won't tell me why the guy's such a big threat." He ducked to avoid a kick to the head.

"Bruce must know him…he doesn't usually keep secrets. Maybe he keeps more then I thought."

He jumped to the side dodging a punch. "But…he would tell me if it was something really important, right? I hope so-" He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard someone enter the training area.

He knew the whole team was already in the room, so he looked over to where he heard the footsteps. His eyes widened at who he saw.

Dick, Dick Grayson. The first Robin ever. Well, he was dressed as Nightwing, but that didn't matter. They made eye contact and Dick smiled. Tim stared surprised at his brother. "What is he do-" Suddenly his feet were kicked out from underneath him and his back slammed into the floor.

He gasped as the breath was knocked out of him. He heard about three people go, "ooooo."

"Oh my, Robin I'm so sorry," Megan started to ramble. Robin held up a hand and said in an out of breath voice, "it's ok Megan, it was my fault. No harm done." She held out her hand and he took it getting to his feet.

He straightened his clothes and sunglasses before looking back at Nightwing. He looked like he was smirking at Tim's surprise. "Uh, I'll be right back," he said looking at his friends. They all nodded and he walked over to his brother.

"Who is that," Megan asked walking off the glowing floor. Wally's jaw dropped and he asked, "you don't know that is?"

She shook her head and Superboy added, "well neither do I." Wally rolled his eyes, "that's Nightwing. He was the first Robin ever!" Superboy raised an eyebrow, "how many Robins have there been exactly."

Wally looked a little uncomfortable, "well, three." Megan titled her head to the side, "who was second?"

Wally looked at Aqualad as if asking for permission to tell them. The leader nodded and he turned his head back to the confused alien and clone. "Well, he was killed by the Joker a few years before Robin became…Robin."

The air instantly became so awkward you could cut it with a butter knife. Artemis spoke quietly, "I heard about that. They said he was beaten with a crowbar and then the building was blown up with him still inside."

Wally nodded, "Robin told me the same thing." Megan looked like she was close to tears, "that's horrible, did they know each other?"

Wally shrugged, "Robin said he thinks of him as a brother, but he thinks of Nightwing as a brother too." Everyone looked at the ground once again enveloped in silence.

Tim raced over to his brother and grabbed his arm yanking him to a nearby room. Dick was laughing a bit at Tim's behavior. "You know when fighting, you should always pay attention," the man chuckled out watching as Tim shut the door.

"What are you doing here?" Tim asked quietly walking over to where the twenty-four year old stood. "Well, I just thought it was a good time to have my holiday visit," Dick said slowly trying to come up with a lie. Tim cross his arms over his chest, "nice try Dick, but your holiday visits are on Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Easter. It's the beginning of June. What are you doing here?"

Dick was silently looking at the floor. "Is this about that guy that attacked me a week ago?" Dick still wouldn't answer. Tim snapped his finger in front of the man's face making him look up at him. "Earth to bird boy. Answer me," Tim whined. "I want to bro, but I can't, Bruce's orders," Nightwing answered with a shrug.

Robin threw his arms in the air, "why won't you guys tell me? He attacked me! I should get to help and know what's going on!"

Dick placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned down a little so he was eye level with the teen. "Look Timmy-" he stopped when he saw Tim flinch back at the name. "What's wrong?"

Tim shrugged off the hand, "nothing." Dick raised an eyebrow, "it doesn't look like nothing, what is it?"

Tim messed with his jacket zipped a little and answered, "it's just…that guy called me Timmy, that's all. Just got caught off guard."

Even though Dick was wearing a mask Tim could see the anger in his face. He wasn't angry at Tim of course. He was angry at whoever this guy was. Dick had always called Tim, Timmy. No one else really did. Tim guessed it just struck a nerve or something.

"What, Bruce didn't tell you what he said," Tim asked. Dick shook his head, "he told me he called you by your name. Not that he called you Timmy." The boy couldn't help but smirk at the way his brother was getting angry about a little nickname.

He placed a hand on his brother's shoulder and said, " a little possessive aren't we?"

"But, don't worry. Since you and Bruce won't tell me what's going on, I can bet I'll find out. Probably won't be until after you get him though." He laughed with his usual cackle and left the room.

Once he was outside he let the smile leave his face. He thought, "why won't they just tell me?"