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Tim POV

"Timmy, open the door." Dick said, his voice muffled through my bedroom door.

"No." I said.

"Tim, come on. I've been standing outside your door for hours now. I just want to know what happened at your house." Dick said, his concern noticeable even from across the door. I didn't answer him, letting silence fall between us as I stared at the ceiling.

My eyes were red and puffy from crying, certain parts of my body still aching from when Joker tortured me and Adam. That pain was dull though, compared to what my dad had said to me, and what I had said back at him.

It had taken me awhile to realize what had really happened there, what the effects of what I had said were. I had practically disowned myself in his office, throwing away every single thing that had to do with my last name 'Drake'. The thing that shocked me most, and what scared me the most, was that I was happy I had said it.

It didn't matter to me that I might not get to see my brother again, might not be able to actually get to introduce Roy to Dana at dinner, I might lose every single thing I owned at my house. But despite all of that, I was still happy that I had said to his face, I am not your son. And I wouldn't take it back for anything in the world, because this was the happiest I have ever felt since Mom died. And that scared me. Because, what child should ever feel happy that they told their parent that they weren't their kid?

"Master Timothy, may I come in?" Alfred asked, knocking on the door lightly.

I closed my eyes, mentally cursing Dick for getting Alfred. "Yes." I said, my voice coming out weaker than I was hoping it would.

The door opened softly, Alfred's light footsteps filling the room as he walked in. "Master Timothy, Master Richard is worried about you. As well as everyone else." Alfred said, standing at the end of my bed.

"Alfred, I'll go out of my room and talk to everyone later, right now I just want to be alone." I said, wiping away a dried tear from my cheek.

Alfred sighed, walking around my bed to sit next to me. "Master Timothy, you know I will not leave when one of you boys are hurt." Alfred said, his voice patient and calm.

I rolled over on my bed, staring at him as I laid on my side. Once again, I was mentally cursing Dick, hating that he was smart enough to get Alfred. Nobody could refuse Alfred anything, and Alfred knew it as he stared at me, patiently waiting for me to tell him what had happened at my house.

"When I went there, I thought Dad would at least try to see things from my point of view. I thought maybe, he would at least show that he cared a little bit. But he didn't." I said, closing my eyes as Alfred frowned.

"Master Timothy, if that is the reason why you are here, then I must say, you chose the worst way possible to feel better." Alfred said.

"That's not the reason I'm in here, Alfred." I said, turning my head so I didn't have to look at him.

"Then what is the reason, Master Timothy?" Alfred asked, and I knew he must have been raising an eyebrow from just the way he said it.

I swallowed, then said, "I told him I wasn't his son right after. And, I'm happy about it. I'm going to lose everything because of what I said Alfred, and trust me I will. My dad doesn't even want me in his house in the first place, and me saying that is just the same as saying disown me to him. I'm going to lose my brother, my house, everything I own, the chance for Dana to meet Roy and actually have one adult who actually approves of him. And the part that scares me Alfred, is I'm happy about it. How am I supposed to deal with that?"

Alfred was quiet for a second, his face perfectly calm before saying, "Master Timothy, you have every right to feel happy about saying that to your father. We have all noticed how he makes you feel, and no father should ever make his son feel miserable. That being said, you will not lose everything, Master Timothy. You can still meet with Dana, and whether or not you choose to have a relationship with your brother after this is up to you. And don't you dare say you are going to lose your home. You will always have a home here, Master Timothy, whether you like it, or at sometimes, not like it at all."

I sat up slowly, staring at Alfred. "Thanks, Alfred." I said, smiling at him. It wasn't a smile like Dick's, happy and wide. Mine was small and hesitant, and while it might not have been the best smile I could have used in this situation, it at least reached my eyes.

He nodded, a gentle smile on his own face, before he stood up from my bed. "Well then, we should go down stairs. The others are planning an attack against your father, and while I think that man would deserve everything they are planning, I would hate to have to rub out more blood stains from this carpet." Alfred said, making me laugh as I followed him down stairs.

Sure enough, when we got down stairs to the kitchen, everyone was huddled around the dining table, a blue print of my house with the words 'bomb', 'diversion', and 'escape route' written on certain parts. "You know, you guys don't have to do all this for me. I would have been perfectly fine if you guys had just punched my dad in the face." I said, giving them a small smile when they all looked up from the table to stare at me.

Dick smiled at me, happy to see that I wasn't locked in my room anymore. "Yeah, that's what I said, but everyone else didn't think it would be enough." Dick said, pointing at the others.

The door bell rang distantly as Jason pulled me towards where he and Roy were sitting, saying over protectively that he would, "beat the living shit out of Jack if he so much as gets a few feet near you,".

I leaned against Roy's shoulder, laughing as everyone else made claims like Jason's, each one different and more gruesome than the last. I knew none of them would ever do it, at least everyone but Jason, but it was nice to know they were planning against someone for my well being. It made my chest grow warm, and a smile stretched across my face so wide it was starting to hurt.

That moment ended when Alfred walked into the kitchen, saying, "Master Timothy, there is a... very interesting man named Slade at the door asking for you." Alfred said, his eyebrow raised at me as everyone froze at the name.

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