Bruce carefully picked up the passed out teen and carried him away from the prying eyes and into a restaurant where Bruce said his last name and since Damian and his Father looked alike that mistook him for Damian and raised an eyebrow at the ten year old who flared at him.

Bruce laid Tim down on a a roll of chairs that had no arms and quickly checked his pulse, his temperature, and checked his eyes since Tim passed out. Damian frowned as he watched his Father take off blazer and warped it up like a pillow before sliding under Tim's head crossed his arms.

"He has a fever." Bruce than turned to Damian with a serious look. "Earlier Tim said he was on medicine. Are they very important for him to take?"

"Yes." was the simple answer.

Bruce's eyes narrowed as Edward gasped putting his hands to his mouth. "Oh dear, we should have just left! What if he died?"

"I won't let him die." Bruce said walking over to Damian and looked down at the ten year old who cringes slightly and the kid had guts for he glared right back but, Bruce's was scarier as he was told many times. "Isn't Tim you brother?"

"Only on paper and they mean nothing to me." Scoffed Damian and crossed his arms before standing up as tall as he could. "We're not blood."

"Even so he is your brother and he's sick." Bruce than looked like someone else and said something that shouldn't have bother Damian but it left sick feeling in the ten year old's stomach. "You disappointed me."

Turning away Bruce looked at Edward. "Go call for a cab and I'll try to wake him up."

"I'll be back!"

Damian felt like a two year old being scolded but his didn't use words he used his eyes to tell him how shameful it was but it shouldn't have been! Damian was not a caretaker nor should be even. Drake should be able to take care of himself.


When the door opened Dick went to see them and to talk Bruce about taking a new car and than leaving it alone when he saw the three walk in and Bruce had an passed out Tim. Running over Dick took Tim and hurried his younger brother upstairs and too his room.

"Edward, go with them. Damian, come with me."

"Okay, see you later!"

Grumbling Damian followed his father as they made their way into one of the room and where as he expected a talk like when his Father was older he didn't expect to be hit upside the head.

"What?!"

"Don't you ever do that again! If you knew it was something serious you should have informed me and not waited until your brother passed out!"

"Drake is always sick and it's not my responsibility!"

"He's family which makes it your responsibility!" Bruce yelled back. "You are going to go up there and take care of him!"

"Like hell I am!" Damian glared. "And there is nothing you can do that will make me!"


Tim slowly woke up with a cold pack on his head and when he woke one might expect to see a ceiling or maybe a face of someone who cared but no one ever expects to wake up with the Demon Spawn's furious face glaring right at him.

Yelping Tim jumped. "What?! What do you want?!"

"I came here... to... say..."

"What's wrong with your face?! You look like someone's twisting a knife in your back."

"They might as well be!" Damian hissed before throwing a pillow at him. "Just get well you imbecile."

"Damian!"

Tim looked over to see Bruce standing there looking unmeasured, still a teen, and Edward there next to him eating a cupcake. did they ever have cupcakes here int he Manor? Alfred normally got rid of all the sweets.

"I do not have to do this."

"Do what?" Tim asked sitting up and holding his head. "What happened?"

"You fainted." Bruce said simply. "Damian didn't tell me that the medicine you need is very important. I apologize for not leaving when you asked."

"Thank you." Tim smiled. "I'll be alright in a few hours and if you try getting that Demon to say he's sorry to me I want it on tape so I can tell everyone that hell froze over."

Edward laughed before looking up at Bruce. "Sounds a little like you."

"Indeed."

"Ah, Edward," Tim smiled. "I've been meaning to ask but... wouldn't your family be worried about you?"

There was a long awkward pause in the room before Edward looked at his cupcake before putting it down on the nightstand and pushing it way suddenly going from happy Riddler they knew to a kicked puppy.

"I'm not hungry anymore..."

"Edward." Bruce said turning to him. "I'm hungry. Go make something for me to eat will you?"

"Okay!" The happiness was back and he was rushing out the door. "I'll be back in a little bit!"

"Is he...bipolar?" Tim asked laying back down. "I'm sorry, I upset him didn't I?"

"No need to apologize," Bruce took a sit in a chair. "He's family situation isn't exactly a good one. Edward spends most of his time here in the Manor with me and the others."

"Others?"

"My friends. Which reminds me, once I am done eating I must go and retrive them."

"Uh, actually," Tim said quickly. "Would you mind staying here with me until either Dick or Jason get here? I kind of value my life and if Damian's here than that might not happen."

"I only tried to kill you two times in the last three months."

"You shouldn't be trying at all!"

"It's because your weak."

"Demon Spawn!"

Bruce laughed. "And Alfred said I'm bad."


Breaking news tonight: Jonathan Crane aka the Scarecrow has just escaped from being transferred back to Arkham Asylum.

Edward paused making a sandwich looking up before grinning and running out of the kitchen.

"Bruce...! I know where Jonathan is! Hurry, hurry, let's go!"


To Sapphire-Roz: Yes! I think I will have Dick or Jason next, but I can't pick... maybe I will choose both.

To grandshadowseal: Timmy, noo! Your too cute!"