A/N: After weeks of interruptions, illnesses, and other crises, plus having to handle a succubus determined to take Tim's life force, the Bat Family finally gets a vacation, to the Bahamas, but is it the trip of their dreams? Warning some chapters contain explicit mature themes! This is a short chapter.
Serpent in Paradise
Part 30
After the impromptu lovemaking Tim sat up and fixed his pajama pants after checking the bandage on his hip. It was still secure and his wound hadn't started to bleed so he overlooked it. Samantha was staring at him with a very pleased and satisfied smile on her face. She ran her fingers down Tim's back sending shivers down his spine. Tim got up slowly and headed toward the door. "Um I was going down to breakfast. Do you want to join me?"
"I'll be down in a little bit," Samantha stated. "I need to get dressed."
"Okay." Tim backed out of Samantha's room and as he shut the door he was startled when he turned around and standing right in front of him was Dick. He had a very sour and cross look on his face. "Dick? Is something wrong?"
"Yes, Tim, there is." Dick grabbed Tim by the arm and pulled him across the hall. He practically threw Tim into his room and slammed the door. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING!?"
Tim looked at Dick with the wide eyes of a doe.
"Don't you dare give me that look, Timothy Jackson Drake-Grayson-Wayne! You know what you did!"
"But I . . . I."
"YOU'RE TOO YOUNG! And not only that, you might have jeopardized Samantha's chances at becoming a pediatrician!"
"You were spying on me?" Tim questioned, his eyes narrowing.
"No, I wasn't spying, but your moans were carrying out into the hall!" Dick yelled. "What if Bruce heard you?"
"Um," Tim suddenly felt ashamed.
"Didn't you even use protection?" Dick questioned.
"Uh no," Tim confessed, meekly.
"YOU IDIOT!" Dick exclaimed, grabbing Tim by his arms and shaking him. "How many times has this happened?"
Tim felt his cheeks flush and his stomach lurch from fear. "Since . . . the Bahamas," He squeaked out. He couldn't lie to Dick and even if he tried it would only make things worse, since Dick had heard everything and knew exactly what went on.
"You know, I should tell Dad what you did, but I'm not going to. Do you want those stitches to come undone?"
Tim shook his head. "No."
"Then you better not do anything like that, again! You were shot on patrol last night!"
"The wound's not bad," Tim argued. "Alfred took care of it."
"Only because Bruce got you back in time, and don't change the subject," Dick countered. "You should be IN BED and I mean YOUR BED! Of all the idiot things you could have done that was the worst! If she gets pregnant due to your irresponsibility, you better make sure you do right by her or I'LL TAN YOUR HIDE!
Tim gulped at Dick's bodily threat. Only once did he and Dick ever fought, and that was over the fact that Dick believed he was losing it and was in denial about Bruce being dead. It turned out Tim had been the one that was right, that Bruce was alive. After that incident, Dick later apologized for not believing in him. Even so, Dick had never been so angry with Tim as he was at that moment. The look on Dick's face was truly frightening, and it caused Tim to cringe inside. This was reminding him of other abuses he received at the hands of his Mother, but he didn't want to think about that. He tried to bury those times deep in his psyche, trying to pretend they didn't happen.
"You know, I can't ground you, but I wish I could. Right now I highly suggest you stay out of my way before I do something I'll regret. YOU BETTER CLIMB BACK IN THAT BED AND STAY THERE!"
Dick left Tim's room, slamming the door behind him. At that moment, Tim lost his appetite. He lowered himself on the bed, placing his hands over his face and silently cried.
"It wasn't my fault. Sammie kind of started it." But it was no use. Dick had left and hadn't given Tim time to explain and there was no way he would have heard him anyway. Tim turned and plopped down on the pillow, feeling the sudden pull of the stitches in his left hip. "I'm sorry," Tim said, his voice muffled, trying to ignore the pain. "I'm really sorry, it just happened."
After an hour of crying, Tim fell asleep. And once he did, the nightmares started. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please, don't hit me." Images of a giant Dick Grayson loomed over him, yelling at him, threatening him with bodily harm sent Tim into a tailspin. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't do it again! Don't hurt me!" Images of other abuses he had suffered were mixed in with Dick's threats until he couldn't tell them apart.
"I'm sorry!" Tim cried out and jolted awake, breathing heavily. He clamped down on his mouth and curled up on his side hoping his brother hadn't heard him, his body shaking with fear and his hip aching. Tim was afraid that Dick was so pissed at him that Dick would come into his bedroom and follow through on his threat. 'And I would deserve it, too.' Tim thought and once again, lying his head down, burying his face, tears silently streaming down. He drifted off into another exhausted and fitful sleep.
When Tim finally woke up, Alfred had left a plate of cold foods for him to eat, but he still wasn't hungry. The aching in his left hip reminded Tim that he really should have stayed in bed that morning instead of going across the hall and getting himself into trouble. Tim turned over feeling his stitches pull once more. He was contemplating whether he should ask Alfred to take a look at his wound when someone knocked on his door.
"What is it?" Tim called out, dully.
At first Tim thought it was Dick, coming to check on him after his anger had cooled down, but it was Alfred who entered.
"Someone is here from the Gotham City Police Department, Master Timothy. They wish to speak with you."
"Gotham City Police? Why would they want to see me?"
A police officer pushed his way in past Alfred. "Are you Mr. Timothy Wayne?"
"Yes? What's this about officer?"
"You are under arrest for hacking into the Wayne Enterprise Computer and stealing–"
"–Stealing!? I tried to set it up so the money was returned," Tim tried to explain when he was lifted roughly out of bed, and spun around and handcuffed. "This is all a misunderstanding. I didn't steal anything."
The officer cared little for his explanation. "You have the right to remain silent, you have the right to an attorney."
"Alfred!" Tim cried out. Tim was roughly pushed out the door and down the stairs with Alfred following.
"Master Timothy," Alfred exclaimed. "Officer this is unseemly. He is just a boy. You cannot do this!"
The officer continued to ignored Alfred's pleas and continued to shove Tim ahead of him. He dragged Tim by the arm out the front door. A squad car was sitting in the driveway. The officer opened the door and pushed Tim inside and climbed in after him. Another officer was in the car sitting in the driver's seat. Then the driver turned to face Tim.
"Welcome back Timmy."
Tim came face to face with Nathan Devlin.
Continues with Part 31
