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Chapter Nine

That was where you left your story on your last day as Red X. You took the time machine that I was holding, and was transported back to Franks house. Oh yeah, this is Robin talking…or rather Nightwing. That's what I go by now. We didn't find this until the next morning after you left. It was sitting on top of the Red X costume on he nightstand. You left this note on it:

"When you guys find this, keep it safe, and when you finally catch up with me, no matter how old you are, give it to me. And, can you finish it? I think you know what I mean…"

TIM DRAKE a.k.a. RED X

We couldn't finish it until we met up with you in the future seeing as that was our ending, and your beginning. Well, here's what happened in between those two points. Speedy is no longer called Speedy. He goes by Arsenal now. Brave Bow died not long after you left, and Arsenal got his wish. He was the Green Arrows sidekick up until he retired.

I'm sure you will be happy to know that Starfire is well, and (even though I know you will have no idea what I am talking about, I am still angry telling you) single. We went out for the longest time, but…lets just say we had some differences. Don't get any ideas. You might have been the same age when you were in our time period, but she is much older now, and…still off-limits if I have anything to say about it.

The rest of the team has gone through a lot together, but we are still the Titans. We have recruited plenty of other members, none of which you have heard of, I'm sure. But the originals stand true.

Now about what has happened to you. You may already know this, you may not, but…you asked us to finish the story for you: you were transported back to the day you left Franks. As you were leaving your neighbors apartment to go back to Frank's place, you did not, as this story has said, get mad and steal his time machine that transported you to the past. Instead, you met someone outside of Frank's apartment. His name was Bruce Wayne. He had just put away the same kind of complicated looking cell phone that we used to transport you back. It was he that had given Bruce Wayne of our time the 'message from the future'. This is where it gets really complicated, so I'll let him explain it to you in due time. Anyway, when you met up with him, he explained to you that you were to no longer live with Frank, and that actually, he was going to jail for illegal experimentations. You were now in the care of Bruce Wayne.

When you arrived at his manor, you discovered a secret that only a robin would know…Bruce Wayne was Batman. I hope by me putting this on paper, you will rid yourself of the idea that this may be a joke. Trust me, my memories are no joke. I was Batman's second sidekick. He took me in, the same as he did for you, when my parents died. It is only natural that you became the third and final Robin.

I know after reading this, it is hard to believe that any of it happened, but it did. We just wanted you to know how it ended…come by and see us whenever you need a friend.

Nightwing

This is Starfire. Please, visit us. It has been too long since I have last seen my friend. I hope you remember who I am, no only by the contents of this story, but by your own memory. If you do not, I will still consider you a good friend.

Starfire.

Hey buddy. This is Roy. Yeah, I know that sounds unfamiliar, but I remember you being the greatest friend a guy could ask for. I'm sure you've heard of Arsenal by now, so you know where to find me. I would like to catch up with you. And don't worry; even though I may look like I'm 30, I am still 11 at heart. See you later.

Arsenal

As Tim Drake (now once again 11 years old) was reading this, Bruce Wayne watched him, not knowing what reaction to anticipate. He saw his expressions change several times, some of disbelief, others of surprise. Finally, he looked up at Bruce.

"They asked you to give this to me, because I asked them to give it to me when I wrote it at 17 almost 20 years ago? Is that about right?" he asked, a little sarcasm in his voice.

"I think that covers it." Said an unsmiling, but amused, Bruce.

"You know…I shouldn't remember it…there's no possible way…but I think I do…" he said, another surprised look running across his face.

"You know, I think that is entirely possible. Come on. I believe there are a few people you would like to meet…again."

They left Bruce's manor, in a way, finishing this chapter of Tim Drakes past and future. The rest is…dare I say it…history.

The End