For Zump1...glad you like this story so much...some P.O.V switching.

Tim turns around. "What is it Alfred?" I grin mischeivously. "Nothing much. He just noticed my wings." Tim stares at me. "Your what?" Boy he's taking this well. "My wings." I show them to him. "See?" I have never seen anyone's eyes get that big. "Can I see you fly?" That's probably the best question I've ever heard.

Soon I see awe on Tim's face as I fly high above him. There's so much room to fly in this place. It kind of reminds me of the big room on the Watchtower. "Can you do a barrel roll?" "I think that would be showing off Tim." "Then do it for Alfred." That seems fair.

After I land Tim grins. "That was the coolest thing that I've seen all day." I'm flattered. "Thanks. So how do you know Bruce?" He looks at me quizzically. "Where did that come from?" "Just wanted to change the subject." "Well, to make a long story short, I'm his adopted son." You think you know a guy. "But Superman told me that Bruce isn't a people person." "That's because most of the time he isn't." "I used to think he didn't even like me." "And what do you think now?" "I'm starting to think that he does." I look at my surroundings. Bruce's place is huge but I don't see any sign of his parents.

When I ask Tim where they are he cringes. "Let's just say that they have something to do with Superman telling you that Bruce isn't a people person. Now it's my turn to change the subject. Your wings..." "What about them?" "Are you part fairy?" My eyes widen. "How do you know that?" "I read a lot of fantasy."* "Then explain your disbelief earlier." "That wasn't disbelief. I was startled." "I guess Alfred was startled too." "He doesn't startle easily. But I guess you could say that he was." "I guess I can't blame him. Even Superman was shocked to see my wings." "Who was the first person to notice them?" "Flash." "Well he is the one who found you in the supply closet. And before you ask how I know that it's because Bruce told Alfred..." "And Alfred told you in your private conversation." "Just how long have you known Bruce?" "A few days." "And he's already starting to rub off on you?"

I guess Tim picks up on my confusion. "He's been called the World's Greatest Detective." "I'm not really a detective. I just put 2 and 2 together." "So do you still want to do something?" "Depends on how you define the word something." Tim laughs. I think I like that sound. It reminds me of happier times. Time I had with my parents before they...No. Don't go there Kaylee. Keep it together. Tim looks at me. "Are you O.K?" "Yeah." Of course I'm telling a white lie. But does Tim really need to know that? I don't think so. But my Dad used to tell me that our greatest challenges come from the secrets we keep.

So when Tim asks if I'm sure that I'm O.K a small tear falls from my eye when I tell him the truth. The truth in this case being that I'm not O.K. That even though I've accepted the death of my parents doesn't necessarily mean that part of me still wants them back. He smiles sadly. "I know the feeling." I look up into his green eyes. "Do you really?" "I wish I was lying about that but I'm not." I'm reminded of the police officer who told me that my parents were dead. "I'm sorry." He looks at me. "Your wings are drooping." Really? "They do that sometimes." "I guessed as much. So do you want to play a game or what?" "What game did you have in mind?"

Soon we're playing Scrabble. I'm winning but not by much. Though my win will be increased because it's my turn. Though as I play I wonder how Bruce is doing.

Batman's P.O.V

Kaylee's words ring in my head. Be careful. Usually it's Alfred who says that before I go on patrol of Gotham yet again. But this time it was an eight year old. An eighteen inch tall eight year old. For Alfred and for her I'm being careful. Or as careful as I can be in the middle of a battle. Then again I've been in more than my fair share of battles. So ending this one is easy.

Tim's P.O.V

Kaylee won the Scrabble game but she looks nervous. I ask her what's wrong. She looks at me. "I'm worried about Bruce. I know Alfred told me that he was going to be fine but I'm still kind of nervous." I smile. "If I know him, he's fine." She seems reassured. "Thanks for telling me that." I tell her that she's welcome. She grins. But when dinner time rolls around and there's still no sign of Bruce we both start to worry. Kaylee looks at me and I can tell that she's scared. In a small voice she asks me where Bruce is. I tell her that I wish I knew. She smiles sadly. "So do I."

*slight nod to Glimare's Daddy not Bats...Tim's quite the fantasy nut in it...Review please?