Damian: Father, Grayson , i didn't know we entertained half-starved strangers. Or dined with them.

Tim: Go back to whichever pit you crowled out of Demon.

Jason: Demon has a point here. Where were you for the past six months Timbo?

Tim: Just busy i guess Damian: See father, he does not deserve to belong in our family, look at how he compromises us

Tim: You little, I hope batcow gets mad cow disease.

Bruce interfieres and chides gently: Boys...

Damian: Leave batcow out of this. Honestly Drake only an imbecile such as yourself would want to hurt an innocent animal

Dick tries to make peace: Don't fight Tim, Dami

Tim suddenly sits up and leaves the table not wanting to cause a scene or to play Damian's sick, twisted little game .After going to his room which was just the way he left it he started contemplating his life. He felt the sudden dread well up in every crevices of his mind. Tim Drake was depressed. He found out six months ago when he went to a psychiatrist, in secret. Wouldn't do to give the gremlin more ammunition against him. Most days he felt empty, bitter, pointless. Like he has dissapointed Bruce so much he would not love him anymore! And why should he when he had his own flesh and blood along himself, his perfect golden boy, his prodigal rebellious son. What was he anyway? A punching bag for Jason, a target for Damians's cruelty and insecurities, a replaced teddy bear for Dick to take care .

He was not angry! In all fairness he was happy that Dick has found someone to be with ...even if all his memories of his good times with Dick were forever tainted by images of Damians cruel and smug, smirk as Dick chose Damian over him. And so he watched, watched as Damian took his family.

Haha, six months. He has been missing for six months! And no one even bothered to check up on him in his rented little appartment in Blüdheaven. Why does he exist anyway? What's the point...? No he would not think like that, he will not kill himself, he could not allow Damian to have everything he ever wanted. Suddenly a knock could be heard from the door: Drake, father sayd to apologize so sorry ...that you are such a delicate little flower. Go away, Tim wispered than shouted: Leave me alone, Demon spawn! After Damian left Tim went to his bed, closed his eyes and tried to sleep, hoping this time there will be no nightmares.
At patrol:
The bats were flying into the mysterious, ebony night, bringing justice everywhere on sight. The breeze was cooling Tim up and the sky seemed like a keeper of secrets morphed into stars or scientifically known as celestrial bodies made mostly of hydrogen and helium. He jumped ecstatically from building to building, adrenaline pumping in his veins. Tim suddenly remembered, the reason why he didn't take his life six months ago, he had to save people's lives, had to reunite families. Even a second spend helping a life was better than an eternity of being selfish. That became his new anti-suicide slogan. Suddenly, Tim's comm flares to life: Assassins were being spotted in the west part of Gotham and their intensions were unknown. Bruce had the "bright" idea to pair him up with Damian to exercice teamwork and settle their differences.

Try not to slow me down Drake, the little snot sayd

I'm not the the one with small feet, Tim says then leaves an indignant baby brat behind. They find the place but instead of the second-rate assassins they were expecting they find Ra's al Ghul, his bloodthirsty posse and the beautiful Talia al Ghul with them.

Okay brat, here's the plan we evade them stealthily then go back to Bruce for reinforcements.

I am not such a coward like you Drake. I will face them head

Damian! Tim shouts as the the brat springs in action. Being so disadvantaged they fail miserably to hold their own. The last thing Tim sees before blacking out is Damian's small knocked out form and Ra's smug look of victory