Tim walked over to Wayne Manor happily, Dick was there and his parents had emailed him to say that they would be coming home the next day. As soon as he walked through the door Dick pulled him into a hug.

"Hey, Timmy, I missed you little brother." Dick said.

"I missed you too." Tim said, even though he had been around Dick it was hard not to be star struck by him. He was his childhood hero.

Dick led him to the kitchen where Alfred had breakfast. Dick was glad that he was back at Wayne manor. It didn't matter how old he got or where he lived he would always see it as home.

Bruce sat at the head of the table with both of the boys at either side. Dick kept a steady stream of conversion.

"I heard that you had to take care of a hit-and-run victim how was that?" Dick asked Tim.

"Scary, I told her she was going to be okay, but I didn't know. Later I called the hospital, a nurse said that she was going to make it. I was so relieved." Tim said.

"Wait, the hospital just told you? That's against protocol." Bruce said shocked.

"I was surprised they told me, but I didn't know how else to find out." Tim answered.

"Hacking hospital records." Dick told him as he snagged a sausage of the plate.

"I thought I was only supposed to hack known and suspected bad guys. I can hack hospitals. Cool! May I try to hack the Pentagon?" Tim asked excitedly. When Bruce had taught him to hack, the rules had been clear, only necessary to an ongoing case.

"No hacking the pentagon," Bruce said as he smirked, "until you can get away with it leaving no trace."

"Barbara taught me how not to trigger security systems, she thought I had potential for being a good hacker so she furthered my training." Tim explained.

"Barbara's awesome." Dick said smiling about his girlfriend.

Bruce looked at Tim, "No hacking any important government offices without supervision."

"Hospitals are fair game, unless you look at records to black mail people. Jason once tried to black mail a class mate. He looked up his medical records and found that the class mate had AIDS, he tried to get the student to take the fall for him anytime he got detention." Dick interrupted his story laughing. "Except, he looked up the wrong person, the kid found out his Dad had AIDS, and Jason felt awful, he tried to make it up to him and made it worse. That kid hated Jason, he did kinda deserve it though. Bruce made him wash and wax all the cars and write an apology letter to him."

Alfred watched them interact at the breakfast table. It was almost like before. Bruce was smiling and he wasn't acting like a jerk whose head was stuck up his butt. Tim wasn't as shy and reserved as he usually was, Dick had everyone laughing at stories from Bludhaven. It made the old gentleman's heart glad to see the people he loved happy.

That night it was short patrol because Dick begged Bruce for a short night so he and Tim could have a movie night to celebrate Tim being Robin. They made a presence stopped a few muggers. Bruce kept an eye for the bat signal, all in all it was a quiet night. They all enjoyed a well needed break.

Alfred made popcorn and milkshakes for Dick and Tim as they watched a movie. It wasn't five minutes when, Dick felt Tim gently fall on his shoulder. Dick looked at Tim he was fast asleep. Dick thought he was the cutesiest little kid asleep on his shoulder his mouth was open a little and he started to drool. Dick put his arm around Tim and tried to get him in a better position, in the end he picked him up and laid him down on a couch so he could sleep better.

"Man, kid are you tired. Being Robin will do that to you." Dick whispered as he marveled at how dead asleep he was.

Dick fell asleep pretty soon after Tim. Alfred found them asleep on the two sofas in the morning. The two tough vigilantes asleep on the sofa. Alfred thought back to when Dick insisted on his birthday last year to stay up all night watching comedies Jason and Tim both hated comedies and had complained to Bruce, but didn't breathe a word to Dick.

Alfred made breakfast as everyone straggled into the kitchen. After breakfast Dick and Tim sparred as Bruce critiqued. Tim left soon after sparring to be home before his parents, he didn't want to unnecessary make them angry. Sometimes after trips they were happy. He was getting sick of always walking on egg shells around them.

The house keeper had the day off, so Tim was alone for hours until his parents arrived. Jack and Janet came to Drake Manor in time to pat him on the head and tell him to go to bed.

Tim wished his father didn't hurt him and his mother think he was nine. Robin could be brave, but Timothy Jackson Drake couldn't even explain to his parents that they needed parenting classes and to stop drinking.

Tim went to his room and preformed the nightly ritual of sneaking through the window and running to Wayne Manor. He was in his Robin uniform and on the street with Nightwing and Batman within minutes. Nightwing found that Batman treated Robin different than he had him or Jason. He expected that he would be protective, but Nightwing couldn't place it, it was something like a barrier he put in front whenever Tim or Jason was mentioned. He knew that Bruce was terrible at any emotions, but that was inane. He couldn't believe that Bruce was that much of an idiot to do that but, it wasn't just that time he had treated Tim that way. After Jason had died no one was the same. Nightwing pondered it until, they ran into some Black Mask heavy's.

Nightwing laughed as he leaped off the building. Robin and Batman followed him. It was great kicking butt and making jokes as he did it, Nightwing thought to himself.

In the early morning Tim crawled into bed it had been a long night. He had to get up in just a few hours. When his alarm went off, he dropped two encyclopedias in the floor and walked down the stairs holding his cheek. A thug got in a lucky punch last night and so he thought it would be best if he just said that he fell out of bed.

"Ow," Tim said as he sat down at the breakfast table. He was holding his cheek with his hand.

"Tim, what did you do? I wish you would pay attention." His father berated him.

Tim sat down at his place at the table as he told the story he came up with last night. "I got out of bed and the sheet was in the floor, I stepped on it and slipped and fell."

"Well, does it hurt too badly? Your father and I have a surprise for you." His mother asked.

"It doesn't feel that sore." Tim dreaded the surprise they never gave him good surprises.

Janet twirled a spoon in her coffee as she explained her surprise. "Your father and I have decided that you are old enough to go society parties. A lot of families will be at a Museum Charity Ball tonight and we decided that you should go with us. We expect you on your best behavior and to be polite to everyone."

Tim wondered if he could just say that the fall from the bed gave him a headache. Charity Balls weren't fun. Bruce had already told him that he and Dick were going. His parents were discussing something else now, and it didn't look like had a say in it. He would much rather stay home and read case files.

After breakfast Tim and Janet went to get a tux. Janet hadn't went on many clothes shopping trips with him, the housekeeper would get a bonus for going shopping with him. Janet found that many kids in the store were loud and acted nothing like Tim. Her son was quiet and did what she told him to, Janet was glad for it.

They were done shopping in half an hour and had time to kill.

"Do you need to go anywhere?" Janet asked.

Tim was taken back never in his eleven years had he been asked that by his parents. He thought for a second and replied, "May we go and get ice cream?'' He had always liked the stories Jason would tell about his family getting ice when Jason was small.

"Sure, we can do that." Tim was taken aback by how that day was going. Janet took him to get ice cream and as they ate it in the Shoppe.

"I know you are excited about the Ball, I think you will have a great time." Janet told him.

"I will try to." Tim savored his ice cream, Janet had got it in cups because cones made a mess. Tim hoped one day she would stop seeing him as an eight year old.

They ate the rest of their ice cream and left. At Drake Manor Janet and Jack prepared for the Ball. Janet had her hair done elaborately and Jack wore his best tux. Tim tried out on his new suit, it seemed that wearing his Robin suit would have been more comfortable even with the double layers of Kevlar and mask glue. The tux was stiff and scratchy.

The Museum Charity Ball was brimming with high society. Donations came flooding in for the new museum. The air was filled with the sounds of laughing and talking. Waiters and waitresses patrolled the area with trays of champagne. Tim looked at all the people and searched for Bruce and Dick. Bruce had a glass on one hand and a model on the other. Dick was a little harder to find, he was in a corner talking to Barbara. Tim smiled politely to all the people who talked with his mother and father wishing the night to be over. He thought to himself that last night, the long fight with Black Mask's thugs would have been better. He was jerked out of his thoughts with the sounds of automatic gun fire.

Silence blanketed the room, as a group of men with guns came in. The leader started to speak, "Hello, nice rich people of Gotham, we want you to take off all jewelry and give your wallets and cell phones to us."

The men started coming around with sacks and people emptied their pockets. Tim was beside his mother and a group of older ladies who, practically shook with fear. Bruce and Dick were still visible so Tim knew that Batman and Nightwing wouldn't be coming anytime soon. When the men came to where Tim and Janet were Janet placed her amethyst necklace and earrings. Mrs. Fredrick the lady beside Tim placed no jewelry in sack, she was only wearing a wedding band.

"Lady, put your wedding band in the sack now!" the man screamed at her.

"No, this is the last thing left of my husband. You aren't laying a finger on it. Scum." Mrs. Fredrick told him with venom in her voice.

"If you want it that way, Lady." Her raised the pistol at the old woman and fired.

Tim's Robin instincts kicked in as he knocked Mrs. Fredrick out of the way; he caught the bullet intended for her. Everyone looked in shock as he fell to the floor. His blood blooming on his shirt. The leader ran to him and when he saw Tim laying on the floor with a blank point bullet in his chest he turned to the man and pistol whipped him.

"Stupid! You shot a kid. Now we have to leave." He motioned to the others and they left as quickly as they came.

Janet got in the floor beside Tim, "Someone call an ambulance! My son's been shot!" She started crying uncontrollably. Bruce and Dick materialized soon after they saw who had been shot.

Bruce took of his tux jacket and tried to slow the bleeding. "You're going to be okay." He told him desperation in his voice.

Tim had already passed out. Barbara put her hand on Dick's shoulder "He'll be okay."

"We don't know that. Robin's aren't invincible." Dick whisper with a tremor in his voice.

AN

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