Robin Part II
Bruce Wayne
Disclaimer: I don't own TT.
Tim felt soft crisp comfort of a bed beneath him. His eyes fluttered open and he scrambled quickly out of the bed, utterly confused about his whereabouts and how he got there. He looked around the room. It was a large room with wooden floors, a cozy fireplace in one wall and books filling bookshelves up to the ceiling. He stumbled out of the room still drowsy. The hall way was very long in both directions, so he had no idea where to go, but he made his decision and went to the right. He glanced behind him to see if anyone was there and while doing so ran into an old man.
"Oof, sorry." Tim said, and helped the old man up. "You wouldn't happen to know where we are would you?"
"Why yes we are in the mansion of Mr. Bruce Wayne." The old man said and brushed off his suit slightly.
"Bruce Wayne? THE Bruce Wayne?" Tim asked in disbelief. The old man nodded.
"I'm Alfred, his butler." The old man, or Alfred, said extending his hand. Tim took it warily and shook it once roughly.
"Tim." Tim said bluntly.
"Very well Tim, Mr. Wayne would like to see you. He is waiting at the base of the staircase, now I beg your pardon, but I have urgent business to attend to." Then Alfred purposefully walked off. Tim followed him briefly with his eyes then continued to walk down the handsome and cozy hallway until it opened into a huge entrance room. There at the bottom of the stairs was a tall man with graying black hair and piercing blue eyes. Despite he was much lower then Tim he still gave the impression that Tim was very very small.
"Why am I here?" Tim blurted out, everything had been so confusing, he wanted to know where he was and why. Not trusting himself to think about his family.
"Because of what happened. Because of your family." Came the sullen response. Tim felt his eyes fill with tears.
"What happened? Who were those people? Who are you?" Tim asked angrily.
"Your family was attacked by a gang called 'The Worms.' My name is Bruce Wayne." Bruce said solemnly extending a hand. Tim ignored the hand.
"How do you know about my family? How did I get here? I want some answers!" Tim demanded. Bruce looked uneasy.
"Look kid. I'm really sorry but your entire family is dead." He said this with only a hint of sadness, but his eyes showed much more.
"How would you know? You're probably lying! I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!" Tim screamed, becoming hysteric.
"You can stay here as long as you want." Bruce said, sorrowfully. Tim felt tears run down his face and, with a chill running down his spine, realized that his family… Was gone. He looked at the ground, nodded weakly and walked back to the room where he had been sleeping… So he could cry alone.