Tim stirred and woke up. He looked around to find himself in bed. How did he get home from Morgan's party? "Oh god", he thought. "Morgan!" He hopped up to run downstairs, but sat back down, with a sharp pain in his head. He felt like he'd been pounded. Wait a second, he had been pounded by none other than Nightwing. He felt a twinge of guilt, but it quickly passed aside. He desperately wanted to settle what happened.

Tim walked slowly down the steps, holding onto the polished railing, as if he would fall. He reached the bottom of the stairs, then stuck his head around the corner and listened. He heard Dick and Bruce talking quietly in the parlor. He grimaced, then slowly walked into the parlor. No point in putting it off.

Bruce lifted his head at the sound of footsteps by the door. Tim walked slowly inside, and sat down in the chair nearest to the door, like he was scared. Not that he shouldn't be, that little pain in the butt. Dick tightened his grip on the arm of the chair. "Tim", said Bruce. "What the, I mean, you, how could you pull something like that? Aren't you the least bit concerned for this family's safety?"

Tim just glared at him. "Well if Dick wasn't such an asswipe all the time, putting me through-"

"You pissant!" Dick screamed at him. "HOW DARE YOU drag me into this you sonafa-"

"All three of you, just SHUT-UP!!" Bruce, Tim, and Dick looked up. Barbara was standing at the door. "I heard you three all the way outside. If you're going to solve this, and ground Tim for being such an airhead, you need to listen and shut your mouths." For once, Barbara made sense.

Tim began to speak. "Look, I was just sick everyone thinking I'm gay. Just because I cheered for a season, doesn't mean that. I don't even like cheerleading. Everyone was on my case, including Dick." Tim glared at Dick, who stared back, looking just as menacing. "I was told that if I just do one great thing, then I could be back into the group. I could get my social life back." He looked around. "But I didn't get away with the pictures. Even so, no one would know, because someone spiked the punch, and everyone was drunk. That's why I wanted to leave, and that's when Dick and Barbara showed up."

"Look, Tim, I understand what you're saying, but our whole clan is at stake here. You have to be careful what you do. How about a compromise? We'll leave you alone about the cheerleader thing, and you'll be grounded for a month, no tv or electronics included, no Robin, and you'll keep your mouth shut about our secret?" said Bruce.

"Fine", said Tim. "Oh and one thing, Tim." "What?" "Ten hours in the simulator." "Bruce! No fair."

Tim stomped away. Bruce and Dick just grinned. Barbara smiled and seated herself where Tim had been. "So, kids, how was the party last night?"



Tim slammed the door shut to his locker. School was such a drag. "Hey, Tim!" Scott, Tyler, and Evan were behind him. "What do you guys want? Still think I'm a fag?"

Evan just grinned. "Come on, Tim, you're still our boy. We don't think really think you're gay. It was just a rumor. Who really cares, anyway?" Tyler and Scott nodded in agreement. "Thanks, guys", said Tim. He looked over and saw Morgan walking to her locker. "Hey guys, gotta run", said Tim, and walked off.

"Morgan!" Tim ran up behind her, and she turned around to greet him. "Hey Tim", she said to him. She looked closer. "Who'd you get in a fight with?" "Oh, it was just me and Dick, but we always fight and wrestle." "Apparently." Morgan giggled and began walking toward her locker. "So, Morgan, I was just wondering-"

"Wondering what?"

"Would, would you be, do you want to-"

"Tim, are you asking me out?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." Morgan smiled. "So this means you're not gay?"

Tim smiled back. "No, just the luckiest guy on the planet." He held her hand and they walked to her locker. Today was a good day.