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This will be the final chapter of A Batfamily Tragedy. I would just like to thank all of you who have ever reviewed, favorited, or followed my story. I thank you all for putting up with me the last eight months with my lack of updates. I may one day come back with a sequel but for the time being, I'm done with A Batfamily Tragedy.

On a side note, I have set up a new poll. Which story do you want me to write first? Option one: A Smallville/Vampire Diaries crossover AU after season fives 'aqua' where Klaus comes to Smallville and turns Clark into a Kryptonian/Vampire hybrid around the same time a certain blue eyed-raven haired Vampire comes to town. Option two: a Vampire diaries fic where Damon is Silas's Doppelganger in an AU season3/4.

If you want, feel free to go vote.

On with the Story

Gotham General hospital, waiting room

One week later, 11:17 A.M.

Bruce, Jack, and Dana all sat in the waiting room, waiting for Leslie to call them into her office. Tim had spent the last week in the hospital as Leslie had evaluated him not only physically but physiologically. Leslie wanted to get a grasp on how much his ordeal had affected his psyche. At That moment, an attendant of about twenty or twenty one with black hair and green eyes walked into the waiting room.

"Jack, Dana? Dr. Tompkins will see you now." She said.

Bruce and the Drakes stood up and began following her down the hall to Leslie's office. The walk to Leslie's office was filled with uncomfortable silence the entire time. For Bruce, Jack, and Dana the trip to Leslie's office could not end fast enough. When they walked into the office, they saw Leslie sorting through some papers. She stood up when she saw them.

"Good, you're here." She said.

"How is he?" Jack asked urgently.

"Well, as you can imagine, he's quite traumatized," Leslie explained grimly, "in addition to the torture he endured for three weeks at The Joker's hands he also has to come to terms with the fact that he killed the Joker."

"And how is he…physically." Bruce asked gently.

"He has some burn scars on his arms from the electric shocks, he may be a little frail for a while, but he should gradually regain his strength within a few months," Leslie explained, "I'm also going to prescribe to him some anti-psychotic pills so that he won't suffer any side effects from the Joker venom."

"So, should he be free to leave soon?" Dana asked softly.

"No, I'd like to keep him for a few more weeks so that I may be better able to help him cope with the trauma he endured," Leslie revealed, "And then I'd like him to come back once a week for private counseling sessions."

Drake Manor

8: 49 A.M., two weeks later

Drake Manor seemed like one of those old monuments that you read about in history books from the outside these days, Alfred mused as he drove up to it. He glanced through the small window behind him at Master Timothy. He was staring out the window with a blank expression on his face that reminded him eerily of Master Bruce, as did his clothes of a black jacket, a dark grey t-shirt, grey jeans, and black boots. Finally, Alfred pulled to a stop in front of Drake Manor.

"We are here, Master Timothy." Alfred informed.

"That you for the ride Alfred," Tim said as he stepped out of the car, "Take care of yourself."

"And you, Master Timothy." The Butler said as Tim closed the door of the limo.

Tim look after the Black Limbo as it drove away and vanished from sight. Tim turned towards his father's home and took a deep breath. Because that's what this place was…his father's home. This place had never really felt like home to Tim, at least never as in not a long time never.

But now the one place that had felt like home, Wayne Manor, no longer felt safe. As whenever he thought of Wayne Manor, memories of his time as Robin and his imprisonment would surface. Tim Drake had no home anymore.

Tim Walked up to the doors and knocked on gently but firmly. After a few minutes, the double doors opened and Dana stood there, staring at him uncertainly.

"Tim…welcome home." She said.

Tim simply nodded at her and walked inside while brushing passed her. He looked around for his dad, but he wasn't there.

"Jack got called into work," Dana explained seeing his search, "it's for a project he invested in months ago, he couldn't put it off."

Tim nodded as if it was no big deal, but inside he was sad, angry, and hurt that his father once again put his job before him but at the same time unsurprised. Tim simply walked up the stairs and towards his room.

Tim's room at Drake Manor

12:22: P.M., the next day

Tim was laying on top his bed, simply staring at the ceiling. Ever since he came home, His Dad and Dana had been trying to pretend as though nothing had changed, as though everything was great but it wasn't. Everything had changed. Bruce had told him that they knew that he was Robin, but they hadn't even mentioned it.

What they didn't seem to understand was that his ordeal had changed him, in more ways than they realized. He couldn't be the Tim Drake that he was before, no matter how much they wanted him back.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang. He picked it out of his pocket and saw that it was Stephanie. He briefly considered ignoring it but decided that he had put it off long enough and answered it.

"Hey." He said softly.

"'Hey'? You haven't call me, have texted me, haven't even emailed me since you came back yesterday and you say 'Hey?!'" Stephanie exploded.

Tim ignored her explosion.

"Meet me on the roof of my house tonight. There's something we need to talk about." Tim told her.

"Tim…is everything alright?" She asked her voice suddenly soft.

"No, no it's not," Tim said honestly, "but I need you to meet me here tonight, okay?"

"Okay. I love you." She said.

"I'll see you tonight." Tim said evasively as he hung up.

Drake Manor room

9:16 P.M.

Tim sat on the edge of the roof in a meditative pose as he breathed in and out softly with eyes.

"You can come out now." Tim called out.

Slowly, a purple shadow walked up to him.

"How did you know I was there?" Spoiler asked.

"Your stealth needs a lot of work," Tim said as he stood up and faced her, "I may not be Robin anymore, but I was still trained by Batman."

"So…what did you want to talk about?" Spoiler asked nervously.

Tim was silent for a long moment. He had been going over the best way to do this in his mind but he had decided the best way was to be blunt. So Tim took a deep breath and looked her in the eye.

""it's over between us Stephanie." He said gently.

"W-What?" Spoiler asked softly hoping she had misheard him.

"Steph, the Tim Drake that you dated, the Tim that you love, he's gone," Tim explained, "He died when The Joker kidnapped and tortured him."

"Tim, please don't do this. We can fix this." Spoiler all but begged.

"No we can't, "Tim said, "I can't be with you or anyone else right now. Right now I need to sort through my own problems and I need to do it on my own. I'm sorry."

Spoiler simply stood there for a moment then turned and ran out of his sight. Tim stared after her guiltily for a moment before turning and walking back inside.

Drake Manor

9:45 A.M., three days later

Dana knocked on Tim's door softly.

"Tim, it's time to get up. Tim?" Dana called softly.

There was no answer. Feeling a terrible sense of déjà vu, Dana burst through the door. His bed was made, but his back pack was gone. She ran over and pulled his closet open and, sure enough, some of his clothes were missing.

She whirled around too run out and tell Jack when she noticed something on his desk. She slowly walked over and picked it up. It was a white envelope with the words To Bruce in Tim's handwriting on the back.

Wayne Manor

10:41 A.M.

Bruce stared at the envelope in his hands as Alfred poured tea for Jack and Dana who sat on the sofa in front of him.

"So you just walked in and he was gone?" Bruce asked Dana.

"Yes." Dana sniffed.

"Why are we just sitting here, why aren't you going out and doing something?" Jack demanded.

"First, let's see what Tim has to say." Bruce said as he opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper and began reading.

Dear Bruce,

If you're reading this, then I have left Gotham. This isn't a decision I've come to lightly, I didn't wake up one day and just decide to leave home. It's a notion I entertained from time to time before was captured by the Joker.

Bruce, my dad's home…never really felt like my home. It was just a house that I lived in. I don't really feel like my dad loves me. Don't get me wrong, I know he cares about me, but he was never home growing up, even know he's barely home. But that's not really why I'm leaving.

Ever since you and Leslie turned me back to myself, I feel like a completely different person. I need to work out who I am now. Who Tim Drake is, not Robin. I can't do that while I'm here because everywhere I look, all I see is reminders of my time as Robin.

Goodbye Bruce, I want you to know that I don't blame you for taking Robin away from me. You just think you're protecting me. I was angry at first, but I understand now.

I also want to thank you. Thank you for being there for me. You're more of a father to me than my own ever was.

Tell Dick that he's the like the big brother I always wanted growing up. Tell Cass that her past doesn't define her and that she can be better than her father. Tell Babs that she was the big sister that I never had. Tell Alfred that he was like a Grandfather to me. Tell the Titans they were the best friends I ever had.

Goodbye Bruce. It's not farewell though, I will be back some day. Don't look for me.

Sincerely, Tim

"Master Bruce?" Alfred said in concern as he tears running down the dark knight's face.

Bruce wiped his face before looking at them.

"It's no use looking for him," He told the Drakes, "If he doesn't want to be found, then he won't be."

"So we just give up?" Jack said.

"Were not giving up on him, but Tim needs time to sort through what happened and he can't do that here. Don't try and find him because it will only be a waste of time and efforts." Bruce explained.

New York

1:05 P.M.

As The Subway stopped, the passengers step off. With his Back pack full of clothes and necessities and a hoodie with the hood up, Tim Drake made his way through the crowd.

So there you have it. It's been fun, but this story is finally done. Leave any thoughts or comments you may have in a review or PM me. Sayonara!