Edward packed a few more books into the box before it was full.

Taping it closed he sighed and looked around the room. His bed room was now cleared of almost everything except the bed and the half empty shelf. Shoulders slumped Edward reached over to grab another box before opening. Grabbing a few more boxes he stacked them neatly them before reaching foe more.

A book pressed against his shoulder. Looking over he saw Tim holding a book that looked heavy in his small hands. Smiling he took it.

"Thank you, Tim."

Nodding Tim toddled back over to the shelf handing one book after another to him. Soon all the books were packed. Edward picked up a medium box carrying out while Tim was pushing a box that he could barely see over. Luckily for him it was just the bed sheets and comforter.

In the living room Bruce had hired two men to help move everything out. He saw them come out and couldn't help but grin seeing Tim pushing the box and following Edward looking up at the redhead happily and if one didn't know Edward or if he had the box down than the former con would have been mistaken for a regular woman. After all Edward was a pretty boy with a baby face.

People often mistake Edward for being weak or a male version of a damsel in distress but Edward could fight and was perfectly capable of protecting himself from thugs, his fellow rouges. The only one Edward couldn't fight or stand up to was his psychotic Father.

Before Batman didn't know about Edward's past until he found out that Edward Nigma was his name now and that the Riddler had changes his name years before becoming Riddler. Before his name had been Eddie Nastion.

It had been the abuse from his Father that had Edward terrified like a small child. Later when Batman dug further into his past he would uncover that the man had been sexually abusing his son from the age of five and to make matters worse it had gone on until Edward was nineteen. Something had happened and Eddie Nastion had fled from his prison that should have been a home.

A name change and Eddie Nastion was now Edward Nigma was free. Or at least somewhat. He had stayed in shelters, lived on the streets. When he had ended on in a little safer part of Gotham a Baker and his wife had found Edward sleeping on top of trash bags with a raggedy torn quilt over him. He was shaking from the winter nights.

When they had woken Edward up to ask him if he was alright he had screamed 'No, Daddy, don't!' and the couple had the heart to comfort him. They took Edward in and fed the starving redhead. They had asked him and Edward had told them since he was in shock and confused about where he was.

They had let Edward live with them. Edward would learn how to work in the shop and the old woman had thought him how to cook. They cared for him for about two years before Edward had noticed Batman roaming around Gotham and suddenly the Riddler was born.

Batman had found out that Riddler, for some reason, needed Batman's attention and needed him to figure out the riddles. After a long few years of fighting and riddles, Edward had started to reform and Bruce had found out that the old couple, who looked good for their mid-fifties, treated Edward like he was their son.

An only child really because all the picture they had of him was above the fireplace like a Remembrance Collage. However Edward loved them and they loved him and excepted him no matter what and even knew that he was Riddler. The would visit Edward when he was in Arkham and would go get him went the let him out.

Edward set the box of books down before looking at Tim who pushed the box next to his. "Well, that's it for that room. Come on, Tim let's go to the kitchen!"

Tim squealed happily as he was scooping up as Edward ran to the kitchen. Bruce followed them and watched as Edward put Tim next to him before sitting on his heels and opened the cupboard and it was filled with books!

"How many books do you have?" Bruce asked surprised.

"I have no idea." Edward looked up in thought. "How many indeed?"

Tim tugged at Bruce's shirt. "I'm hungry."

Edward gasped and looked up at Bruce with big eyes. "I'm hungry too."

"Alright, let's go get something to eat." Bruce picked up Tim holding him. "I'll tell the movers to take a two hour break."

The trio left before the found the movers putting stuff into the large moving truck. Edward locked the door before they walked up to them. Bruce stepped forward and handed them a tip, which was about a thousand, and put on his grin.

"Were going to grab lunch," Bruce started. "Here the two of you get something to eat as well."

"Thanks, Mr. Wayne!" The younger man grinned taking the money. "When should we come back?"

"In two hours." Bruce shook the man's hand and Edward came up beside him taking Tim from him easily and sitting his son on his hip. "We'll see you than."

"Yes, air," Said the older man before he shook Bruce's hand. "And congratulations on your engagement Mr. Wayne."

As they walked away Bruce scowled before he looked over at Edward who was glaring after them, his hand slowly reaching for a large stick and Tim had his hands over mouth trying not to laugh.

"This story is getting out of hand." Bruce grumbled before going to his car opening the passenger seat and the back seat. "Let's go before that Reporter Ninja comes out of nowhere again."

"Yes." Edward agreed before he leaned into the back seat of the cat sitting Tim in his car seat before buckling the little boy up. "There you go, Tim. All safe."

Once all three of them were in the car and buckled up Bruce drove away not noticed a car following them with Vicky Val at the wheel giggling madly and next to her was he beloved camera. Oh, she was going to get that story, how the lovers acted and everything else she could get her hands on.

Damian shifted Richard as he carried his brother into the Manor. They had a full day. After the Zoo they had got to eat at Peter Piper Pizza for dinner (An evil place) before going to the movies and finally they had a few snacks before heading home

They had gotten home later than he had planned and Richard had fallen asleep half hour before they arrived back to their home. Damian was careful as he opened the door and nearly dropped Richard when he tried to shift before setting his head back on Damian's shoulder.

"Welcome home, Master Damian." Alfred said coming over to close the door. "Is there anything in your van?"

"Yes, several items in fact." Damian handed him the keys. "I shall put him to bed."

"I will park your minivan for you."

Damian glared at him. "Very well." He said tightly at the Butler's smirk.

Once inside the child's room Damian managed to get Richard awake enough to sit up and help him change into some pajamas. Regular ones since Father seemed to think ordering normal sleeping wear was a good idea. So now his brother was dressed in a blue two set pajamas.

Laying him in bed Damian covered him up and tucked Richard in before leaving the closet light on. Going outside of the room Damian sighed leaning against the bed. Who knew kids could ware one out? How did his Father handle doing this four times?!

As Damian was going to leave the door and go to his own door he paused seeing the light still on and pouring through the bottom of Jason's door. Frowning Damian walked over to it, since it was elven at night, and opened in before looking into the room.

Jason was on the floor laying on a pillow asleep. In his hand he had his Video game controller and the tv was on low. Walking over Damian turned off the tv before removing the controller and placing it on the tv stand before turning off the tv.

As he leaned down to pick up Jason the second Robin woke up blinking up at him before getting up himself and drowsily making his way to his bed. Jason climbed on it but only made it sideways on his large bed before falling asleep again.

Setting him to rights Damian covered him before leaving and turning off the light. Closing the door Damian finally made it to his room before showering, changing and getting into bed. Normally he had a bit of trouble falling asleep.

This time however he was asleep the second he hit the pillow.

An hour later he was smacked in the face by Richard's hand and Jason was using his chest as a pillow.

One day, Damian swore, he would sleep in his bed without being attacked.

Wait… when did they get in here?!

Tim held onto Edward's hand as they watched Bruce arguing with a man who had been the Manger of the Penthouse that Bruce wanted to buy. Now it wasn't because the man wouldn't sell it to him it was because the man was a jerk and had been walking over and knocked Tim over and didn't even bother to say he was sorry but rather yelled at him to stay out of the way.

Before Edward would lunge at the man Bruce had said he would handle it. Now Bruce just wanted to punch the man but at the moment he was Bruce Wayne. This man was just making Bruce madder and madder as the arguing continued.

Tim let out a squeak when he was suddenly scooped up by Edward and the redhead was frowning as he marched up to them and before Bruce could even say a word he pulled back his fist and punched the man as hard as he could before turning around and took off.

"Run!"

Grumbling Bruce took off too, mainly for Edward had Tim. Making sure to keep a normal pace Bruce followed carefully until he noticed that Edward was speeding up. Alright time to pick up sped. Running closer to them he looked back.

No one was following them so why were they running away? Running next them Edward he grabbed him around the shoulders and yanked them into a nearby store. Edward yelped before he steadied himself. Bruce had to fake being out of breath and gave time a little glare as the Tim was holding his hands over his mouth giggling.

"You need to work out more." Edward chimed only breathing slightly more they need be. "However I can run as fast as I can since I can remember."

"Track?" Bruce joked.

"No, running from Batman." Edward frowned slumping. "You know for a creature of the night he is far faster than you would believe."

"Why did you run if you knew he would catch you?"

"Because he was going to put back in Arkham and it's not exactly the funniest place to be with his abusive mongrels."

"Well, other criminals are going to attacked each other in a prison. It's natural."

"I was talking about the staff and the guards." Edward with such bitterness that it shocked both Bruce and Tim. "It's not something I wish to talk about. Let's just say I'm reforming both because I want to and am tired of fighting Batman and I'm tired of being worried of when the next beating is going to come and what kind of 'medicine' I will be getting so I'll just slept most the night and day."

Little hands cupped Edward's face and little sad eyes looked at him sadly. Edward blinked before hugging the little boy tightly.

"I'm alright now. The damaged has passed." Edward said before he sighed happily. "Your such a sweet little boy… how did you end up with a playboy deadbeat?"

Bruce glared at Edward but said nothing before crossing his arms.

But had it really? Bruce was frowning. Drugging people just to kept them from moving was not protocol and the way he said it meant that it was true. Edward had a terrible habit of being horribly honest. In fact it was extremely hard for Edward to stop sending Riddles to Batman. The last five riddles Batman had gotten where of robbing places but when he got there Edward was nowhere in sight, no goons, nothing stolen, and when he found Edward he was at home just sitting there staring into space.

That had been the start of the reform. After a while Edward started to work on only writing Riddles and not carrying them out. He stayed with his foster/adoptive Mom and Dad. Of course they couldn't have adopted Edward since he was over eighteen but they treated him like he was their son.

Had they made reports on the abuse? If they had it should be in the records but Batman checked them every few days which meant the reports where being tossed out or destroyed. He would have to look into this as soon as possible. First thing was first.

Get Edward a place to live and get Tim and go home.

Simple.

"Oh look who are they?"

Bruce turned to a mob of reporters. "Daman it."

Edward yelped as his arm was grabbed and soon they were running as fast as they could. If he hadn't been pulled along he was sure he would. They turned here and there and everywhere until they ended up at Wayne Enterprises.

Once safely inside they stopped to catch their breathed and everyone started clapping.

"We're not lovers! Stop waving Edward!"

"Tim was waving first!"

Just than a news report came on with Edward and Bruce packing up the redhead's apartment, them going for lunch and apparently Bruce defending his lover from an arrogant penthouse mangers after the manger assaulted their love child and Vicky Val had all the pictures she needed.

Life hated him, Bruce was sure of it.

I got the flu again... sorry about no replies.

Think if tiny Tim cuddled a bunch of kittens. AWWW.