I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING

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(I know that the ages are inaccurate, but I am making them like this for the story)

Dick (Nightwing): 21

Jason (Red Hood): 18

Tim (Red Robin): 15

Damian (Robin): 13

WARNING: Jason's potty mouth, Course lyrics.

*****READ THIS!*****I have wanted to write this for so long but I just never did. Woo! PROCRASTINATION! I once saw a 'Batfamily Headcanon' that said Tim is good at singing. And I just thought, 'Would he vent out all of his crappy feelings about his parents through that?' The answer is yes. Yes he would.

I DO NOT OWN THE SONG

Song: Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

By: Set It Off

Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

"So…what's the plan, again?" Dick asked for the third time that night.

Dick, Tim, Bruce and Jason were all going under-cover in one of the slummiest parts of Gotham. Even though most of Gotham is slummy, this area gets a 8 out of 10 rating on the slumm-o-meter.

There has been a string of strange serial killings that circled around bands that performed at 'Noonan's Bar'. [1]

Bruce sighed as he put on his disguise, "For the last time, Dick. We will just check out the bar and if we have a chance or if we see anything suspicious, we will move in from there."

Dick nodded and continued to put on his black striped suit.

Bruce was wearing parts of his 'Matches Malone' disguise only without the white hair.

Tim was wearing a white shirt with a black leather jacket and normal jeans. He added stubble to make him look older. His hair was spiked up and he added a fake scar on his cheek just in case.

Jason was dressed as normal only with brown contacts, like Tim while Dick and Bruce had hazel contacts.

"I do not fully comprehend why I can not attend this mission, Father." Damian scowled from his place on the stairs.

"You're too young. And it's too dangerous." Bruce said, putting the finishing touches on his outfit.

"Tt. May I remind you that one, I was born into an assassin-made family and two, Drake and Todd are not old enough either." Damian glared.

"End of discussion, Damian. We have to leave." Damian snorted and made his way up the stairs.

"You didn't have to be so hard on him." Dick reprimanded gently. He finished putting his outfit on and was now applying the contract lenses.

"If I wasn't so hard on him, he would have ignored me completely and followed us anyway." Bruce explained. Dick nodded thoughtfully once he was done with the contacts and stood by the car they were taking.

Bruce faced the two dressing rooms the two curtains that Tim and Jason were behind, "Are you two almost done?"

Jason and Tim both walked out of the curtains and nodded. They made their way to the car and hopped in with Bruce and Dick following. Bruce started the engine and they made their way to the 'Cauldron'. [2]

#####BREAK LINE#####

The fours superheroes walked into the bar (Sounds like a bad joke) and instantly, alcohol, music and sweat, consumed their senses.

They made their way to the back of the stage to see tonight's band getting ready for their performance.

"What do we do now?" Dick whispered.

Jason was about to reply when Tim cut him off, "I have an idea."

Before they could stop him, Tim ran off to one of the band members who was a couple feet away from the rest of the members. The man also had an electric guitar with him.

"Are you the lead singer?" Tim asked excitedly. Bruce, Dick and Jason stared in awe as they watched Tim's acting skills.

"Uh, yeah. Why?" The guy replied suspiciously. Tim forced a huge smile.

"I am like you're biggest fan! Could I get a hug?" Tim asked. The guy smiled softly and nodded before reaching out for a hug.

The other three males glared at the man as if wiling him to hurt Tim so they could break his bones.

Tim and the random stranger enveloped each other into a hug and before anyone could react, Tim grabbed the guy's guitar and hit him over the head, knocking him out.

"What the hell!?" Jason whisper-yelled.

"What?" Tim asked innocently.

"Tim, I hope you know what you're doing. Otherwise, you could put this whole mission at risk." Bruce glowered.

"Don't worry." Tim waved them off, "I've got a plan."

Tim picked up the guitar and made his way over to the other band members. One with a green mohawk looked at Tim weirdly, "Who are you?" He asked in a gravelly voice.

Tim grinned, "I'm your new guitarist slash lead singer. Your old one got sick, poor dude." Tim shook his head mournfully before looking at the tattoo-covered drummer. "What's the song again?"

The guy shrugged, "I don't know. Lead singer always picks."

Tim nodded and then smirked, "I know what we're playing."

#####BREAK LINE#####

Bruce, Jason and Dick were all waiting in the bar for the band to perform.

"I swear, if Tim screws this up, I'm going to kill him." Jason growled.

Dick nudged him with his elbow, "Come on, Jay. Have a little faith."

Bruce grunted his agreement. Sure, Tim's plan seemed a little weird, but he has no reason to doubt him.

The lights dimmed and the song began with the guitar and drums. A shiver ran down their spines when they heard eery laughter.

The lights shone on the stage so you could see Tim playing the electric guitar he stole with a smirk on his face.

The three vigilantes gaped at Tim's guitar skills.

"This is about you." Tim sang to the audience.

Who 'you' was, the three men had no idea, yet.

"Beware, beware, be skeptical.

Of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold.

Deceit so natural,

But a wild in sheep's clothing is more than a warning!"

"Is he talking about us?" Dick asked.

"Bah-bah-black sheep, have you any soul?

No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?

Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quick.

Jill's a little whore and her alibis are dirty tricks."

"No." Bruce answered.

Jason snarled, "He's talking about his dumb-ass parents."

"So could you,

Tell me how you're sleeping easy,

How you're only thinking of yourself!"

Tim sang louder and with more anger in his voice, that much was evident. As he became more entranced with the song, he let his emotions take over and to help him express the lyrics. Tim let all of the pent-up anger and pain he felt for his biological parents be shown to who was watching.

"Show me how you justify,

Telling all your lies like second nature.

Listen, mark my words, one day,

You will pay, you will pay.

Karma's gonna come collect your debt!"

"I never would have guessed that he felt like this." Dick mumbled. All of the bat family new that Tim's parents both mentally and physically abused him, that's why they never mentioned Jack and Janet Drake around him.

"Aware, aware, you stalk your prey,

With criminal mentality.

You sink your teeth into the people you depend on,

Infecting everyone, you're quite the problem!"

"This song is very fitting for his dad." Jason observed. Jack was the one who did most of the physical abuse while Janet caused the emotional torment.

"Fee-fi-fo-fum, you better run and hide.

I smell the blood of a petty little coward.

Jack, be lethal, Jack, be slick.

Jill will leave you lonely dying in a filthy ditch!"

Tim spit the last words of the verse with so much venom in his voice that Dick started to worry if he would hurt someone.

"So could you

Tell me how you're sleeping easy?

How you're only thinking of yourself"

Show me how you justify,

Telling all your lies like second nature.

Listen, mark my words, one day,

You will pay, you will pay.

Karma's gonna come collect your debt."

Tim's voice faded into something softer.

"Maybe you'll change,

Abandon all your wicked ways,

Make amends and start anew again!"

"Wait, is he forgiving them now?" Jason asked, perplexed by his little brother's attitude change.

"Maybe you'll see.

All the wrongs you did to me,

And start all over, start all over again."

Maybe he is.

Suddenly, Tim's voice and the music took a sharp turn and Tim smiled cruelly. Something that none of his family members have really seen on him.

"Who am I kidding?

Now, let's not get overzealous here.

You've always been a huge piece of shit!"

They all flinched at the ferocity in Tim's voice. Tim rarely swears. Only when he is in major pain or when the occasion calls. To see him with that twisted smile on his face while he cursed so venomously, it was worrisome. Not to mention, scary.

"If I could kill you I would.

But it's frowned upon in all fifty states.

Having said that, burn in hell!"

Tim belted out the last word in the verse and then added another chilling laugh that could rival the Joker's.

Bruce heard the lyrics and knew that they were just that. Lyrics. But he couldn't help but detect sincerity in Tim's voice as well. Bruce never really thought about how Tim felt towards his parents, but this public display, obviously meant that the fifteen year-old needed to talk to someone about all of his pent-up emotions. That, coming from the Batman, is saying something.

"So tell me how you're sleeping easy,

How you're only thinking of yourself.

Show me how you justify,

Telling all your lies like second nature.

Listen, mark my words, one day,

You will pay, you will pay.

Karma's gonna come collect your debt!" Tim finished the song without a tremble in his voice and the lights cut-off.

#####BREAK LINE#####

Tim met his brother's and adopted father by the back doors.

"Well, guess the serial killer's a no show." He shrugged. All he got were blank stares. "What?"

"We didn't know you could sing like that. Or play any type of instrument." Dick said, still staring.

Tim blushed and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, "Yeah, huh huh." He chuckled nervously.

"I'll tell you one thing, Babybird." Tim looked at Jason.

"You need serious therapy."

A/N: OH MY GOODNESS! This is my longest chapter so far and I am super proud of it! i have been wanting to write this for so long and I can't wait to read all of your reviews! (Yes, I read all of them.) Thank you to all of you guys who sent in requests and prompts! I look forward to writing them.

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[1] 'Noonan's Bar] is an actual bar in the comics.

[2] 'Cauldron' is the neighbor hood that 'Noonan's' is in.