The reason that I'm not really taking the time to edit the chapters or taking more time to post them is because if I don't push myself to write everyday and post every other day or so, I know what's going to happen to this story, and trust me, you don't want that to happen. It's happened to all my other stories:

It's going to be pushed to the back of my mind, and it will die.

Don't worry if you think I'm not going to fix certain things, I'm going to! As soon as this story is officially done, it's getting rewritten as soon as the last chapter has been poster, I promise. The chapters are going to be long, it's going to be more clear, and I think you're going to like it.

But until then, I'm just going to post chapters like boom boom boom, so you can tell me what's wrong, and what I need to fix.

Also- None of you know this, until now, but I have pretty bad depression… So that's one of the reasons that my schedule of postings before this was wack; I couldn't really get myself to work on it… It's complicated, so I'm not going to explain it, but those who have had depression or currently have it know what I'm talking about.

Also there's a lot of other stuff going on… Like finding out who I am, because somedays, I feel like a girl and other days, more like a boy. I think at this point I'm agender, but other people disagree (although that mostly seems to be because I have big boobs, so I must be a girl, right? And I wear v-neck shirts that show off said boobs, but that can't be because I find them comfortable…).

I don't know. People, am I right?

Sorry for ranting about my personal crap…

Here's chapter nine. Idk how many chapters after this, but I can't imagine there's too many more.

Oh, and these ~~~ thingys are now going to show a change in pov.

He woke up to the gentle sound of two people talking a room away. Well, more like bickering. He could tell right away that the voices belonged to Tim and Barbara, though he couldn't really tell what they were talking about, because his mind was a bit thick with sleep.

He sighed once and briefly nuzzled into the soft warm sheets of the bed before sitting up and ignoring the dizzy rush of blood that flooded his veins. He slowly pulled the covers before setting to feet on the floor, expecting to stand up swiftly, but instead he fell, face forward into a wall.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~joke's on you... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tim came into the room after hearing him fall, Barbara behind him. "Bruce, you're sick." Tim said as he went over to the bed and offered a hand to help Bruce up.

Bruce stared ahead, at the wall, seeming to not hear or register Tim's words. Tim sighed and crouched down, pressing the back of his hand to Bruce's forehead. Tim knew that if he had been in his right mind, Bruce would have probably pushed him away. He did roll his eyes up to meet Tim's, however, with a slightly glassy look.

Tim could have sworn for a second that they were green, but Bruce's eyes flickered away before he could make sure.

"How's his temperature?" Barbara asked as Tim pulled his hand away and stood up.

"It's higher." Tim said with a sigh, keeping his eyes on Bruce. Surprisingly, he wasn't sweating very much for someone with that high of a temperature, but he was very pale.

"We need to take him to the hospital." Barbara said softly, bringing up their argument from earlier.

"We can't." Tim said as he watched Bruce turn so he was slumped against the wall instead of laying awkwardly on his side. He looked at both of them, but Tim presumed he was well out of it. "Bruce Wayne is officially dead, we can't do that to him."

"But if we don't, then he might actually die." Barbara sternly said, changing her tone. "You know my dad will try and help to keep this secret."

"Barbara, I'm sorry, but even the Commissioner wouldn't be able to keep something like this quiet."

"Then we'll make sure it's small… Maybe bring in a doctor or a nurse here to take care of him?" Barbara suggested.

"Maybe… If we get the right doctor." Tim said, thinking of a plan. "Does your dad know about any good doctors who will keep quiet about this?"

"Yeah… I think I know of one… I'll give him a call and -" Barbara's words were cut off from a chuckling snort from Bruce. Both Tim and Barbara looked at him with concern and confusion.

Bruce's quiet chuckling soon started to turn to louder cackling. Barbara's expression turned from concern to horrified and scared.

"He's probably hallucinating." Tim said quickly, crouching again at Bruce's side.

"I'm calling my dad." Barbara said and she started to wheel out of the room. The laughing stopped and they looked at Bruce, Bruce looking up at Tim with a menacing grin.

"Surprise!" He called out, laughing, as he sprung up and shoved Tim backwards and started heading towards Barbara.

Edit: I added in these~~~~things where they're suppose to go, because stupid fanfiction edited them out. Stahp it fanfiction!