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Tim POV

I couldn't do anything, I couldn't say anything. The shock had taken me over full force, leaving me a frozen statue in the middle of the alley. Nightwing and Red Hood didn't do anything either. We just stood there, looking at each other.

Finally, I hung my head and did something I've never done in front of anyone else. I cried.

At first it was just a few drops, then it burst into full out water works. Nightwing came towards me, pulling me into a hug I froze in.

I didn't freeze up because of my Empathy, I wasn't afraid of that happening. After all I was nearly covered head to toe, and he was wearing gloves. The only way I could actually touch him skin to skin was if he put his face on mine. And that would be weird.

I froze up because I never remembered being hugged. Actually, I didn't know what a hug was till I ran away from Ra's. It actually made me want to cry even more than I was.

Why I was crying was actually kind of weird. I was crying partially out of joy from finding my family, and I was also crying because I knew nothing about them. I knew nothing about being apart of a family. It felt like a stupid reason to cry, but I couldn't hold the tears back. "It's okay, Timmy." Dick whispered into my ear.

Actually, it wasn't. Because I never thought past what I would do when I found my family. Sure it would be amazing to go back, but how would I know things would work out if I did? Even if we were blood related, we might as well have been strangers. "You know people have said that constantly through out my entire life, and no part of my life has been 'okay'." I said wiping away my final tears.

"Speaking of... where have you been? I mean, we couldn't find you anywhere, and we looked all over the globe." Jason asked, standing there awkwardly.

Should I tell them? Was it worth the rejection I might get? Was it worth being kicked out of the only family I had? "I guess I can tell you guys. But, not here." I said, looking around for anyone else who might walk into the alley.

"Fair enough. The abandoned building on Windsor street sound good, Wing?" Red Hood asked, making me look at him confused.

"Sounds good. I'll meet you guys there?" Nightwing asked.

"Yeah. Oh, and Tim? You might want to hang on tight." Jason said with a smirk.

I didn't even get a chance to ask before Jason used his full speed to yank me onto his back and run to some place unknown to me. Everything blurred past me as he ran, the wind yanking at my hoodie and hair. It didn't take long to get there, after all he was running faster than I could ever hope to.

When he did stop though, he set me down with a smirk as I tried to stand up straight through the dizziness that I got while he was running. "You okay, kid?" Red Hood asked with a smirk.

"Are you kidding me? That was awesome!" I said excitedly, shaking off my dizziness. My mouth hurt a little from smile so big, but I didn't care.

"Huh, your probably the only one who will ever say that." Nightwing said, panting from trying to keep up.

I looked around, my smile fading. "Where are we again?" I asked.

"Somebody left this place, and the government never took it back. Now we use it as a place of privacy." Red Hood said, plopping down on a couch. I sat in a recliner, sinking into the seat. Nightwing sat in a chair next to Hood, looking at me.

"So, going to tell?" Nightwing asked anxiously.

"Well, it's kind of hard to explain. I mean, I don't remember being taken or anything. It was just like waking up, except it was like having the five first years of my life being erased. I don't even remember you guys. If I did, I probably would have found you guys sooner. But anyways, all I remember is waking up in some lab. Tubes were connected to me, and I remember freaking out. Then some lady named Talia walked up to me and told me to stop freaking out, in a nicer way than that, of course." I started, noticing they tensed at the name Talia. Did they know who she was?

"But, then after that, an old guy came up to me. He said his name was Ra's, and mine was Tim and that was all I needed to know. For the next 2 years he made me train none stop. If I didn't do something he said, he didn't feed me. I guess that's why I'm so used to not eating as much as I should. But I'm getting off track. Some where around the beginning of the 3rd year I was with him, he slipped something up. I had failed a mission because I didn't want to kill a man, and Ra's went off mumbling about something like how he didn't take me away from my family for this. After that I tried to leave, but he wouldn't let me. I spent the rest of that year trying to get out, and I found out from his computers that he stole me from Gotham. Once I left, I came here, nothing else to it." I said, looking down at my hands as memories flashed through my head of him beating me, calling me things like 'a mistake', and him experimenting on me. He was a demon though, so this was to be expected.

"So you've been here for 2 years? And we never saw you until now?" Red Hood asked shocked.

"Pretty much." I said with a nod.

Nightwing gave me a weird look, but I decided to ignore it. "So, what now?" I asked, shifting around uncomfortingly.

"Well, do you want to go back home? I'm sure B would take you back, after he got over his paranoia of course." Hood said, giving me a curious look.

"I... don't think so. At least, not yet. I just need a little time to get used to all this. Plus I have to finish somethings before I even think about going back." I said, shaking my head.

"That sounds fair enough to me. So, does 2 weeks sound like enough time?" Nightwing asked with a smile.

"Yeah, I think so." I said with a nod. The room was quiet then, no one not really knowing how to continue the conversation.

"You know, you don't need to be nervous all the time." Nightwing said, interrupting the silence that had washed over the room.

"How would you know if I'm nervous?" I asked confused.

"Wing has Empathy. It's gets really annoying though when he can read your emotions when you're in different rooms." Jason said, glaring at Dick.

"Not my fault that your mad all the time. Besides, that was before I learned how to turn it off. I couldn't help that I felt your anger." Dick said, glaring back at him.

"Wait, you can turn it off?" I asked suddenly, shocking them both.

They looked at me and nodded. "Do you not know how to control your power?" Hood asked.

I shook my head sadly and they gave me a pitiful look. "What is your power anyways?" Nightwing asked curiously.

"I'm an Empath of sorts." I said, looking at Hood when he groaned.

"Great. Just what we need, another empath." Hood grumbled while Nighwing smirked.

"I never said I was an Empath like him." I said to him, making them both look confused.

"There's only one kind of Empathy, Tim." Nightwing said.

"No there's not. You sense feelings by just being in the same room as a person. I get memories by touching someone's skin." I said, shaking my head.

"You get memories? I never heard of an Empath like that." Hood said with a thoughtful look.

"Well, that's... different. And I don't think it can be turned off. If you can only use it when you touch a person then I think that is how you can control it." Dick said with a frown.

"Oh." I said. Well, there goes all hope of being able to take off these gloves.

The room plunged into silence again, Jason and Dick sending me a few apologetic looks. "Wait, if you can get memories from people doesn't that mean you can get your memory back from us?" Dick asked suddenly.

"Yeah, probably. I never really thought about doing that." I said with a nod.

"Do you want to try it?" Jason asked.

The thought of getting my memories back was an amazing one, and it seemed like it was too good to be true. And it probably was considering all the memories they both had. "I- yeah. I want to try. I mean, it's probably the only way I'll get my memory back." I said with a nod after a while.

I moved next to Jason, sitting on the couch since I couldn't sit next to Dick. Really I didn't need to hold his hand, and it would only make us both feel weird, so I just grabbed his ankle once I took my gloves off.

It was weird, trying to search through Jason's memories. Everything from before he was 14 was fuzzy, making it hard to focus on any memory he had at all unless it happened in the past 2 years.

But eventually, I made it back 5 years in his memory. He was 10 then, meaning he played around with me a lot then. It felt like hours, but every single moment I spent searching through his memories, I remembered more and more about myself.

Like when I got to a memory where we were playing tag and ended up playing a prank on Damian, who I finally remembered that I hated with all my being, it triggered more memories than that. I remembered playing hide and seek with him in a Manor, Wayne Manor I think, full speed and getting scolded later by Alfred, finally remembering why I thought of an old man and cookies when I tried to remember him.

What made me wonder, was how did he end up being like this? Sure he was rude then, but he wasn't anything like the Jason now.

I went up to when he 14, figuring that it must have been at that time since the memories before that were fuzzy. When I sped through the memories of when he was 14, I found something I found a memory I never thought I would find.

He was being beaten by the Joker with a crow bar, the torture going on for hours. I sped to the end when Joker left, knowing somebody must have saved him. After all, he wouldn't be here if someone hadn't saved him, right?

But no one came, and seconds later, the building exploded, the memory so painful it gave me pain just watching it. Even though this happened, I didn't let go of Jason's ankle. I pushed forward, searching for something that could make him come back alive.

I found it when the memories started to clear, the fuzziness going away. But even then I had to focus to find out why he was alive. A hand was on my shoulder, shaking me. I might have heard a voice yell, but they were so distant I was sure if I really heard the voice.

I saw blunt nails clawing at a coffin, trying to get out while trying not to breathe too much. Dirt rained around Jason, and I skipped to another memory since it was hard to watch my big brother claw his way out of his own coffin.

The next memory was of him being pushed into a pit, and everything becoming so much clearer, not just in his memories, but in his thoughts. Then hands grabbed my arms that were covered by my hoodie, pulling them away from Jason's ankle, and away from his memories.

"Find out enough, kid?" Jason asked, glaring at me slightly though he was probably pissed off since he knew I was going through other memories.

"I- um- yeah. Thanks." I said, hanging my head.

He sighed, settling himself on the couch while Dick just stared at us confused. "What just happened?" Dick asked.

"Stuff." Me and Jason said together to avoid talking about what we both knew happened.

He narrowed his eyes at us, and I stood up from the couch. "I'm leaving. I need to get back to my place before the stupid bats take it over." I said, running out of the building and to my place quickly before anyone could say anything.

When I made it to my room, I scowled at myself for being so nosy. Maybe I shouldn't go back with them after all. If I could piss off one member of my family this easily, than maybe I didn't need to try to be apart of something I'm not apart of.

I laid down on my cot, tired from looking through the memories. I went asleep with guilt, and had a nightmare, just like I always did every night. Only except this time, it felt like I deserved it.

I hope you guys liked it! By the way, I'm sorry for not updating as soon as I could have. I just had a bad week and I didn't want that to affect my writing. But anyways, review!