"Today is going to be the day that they're going to throw me back to you. By now you should have somehow realized what you gotta' do. I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now. Backbeat, the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out. I'm sure you've heard it all before, but you never really had a doubt. And all the roads that we have to walk are winding, and all the lights that lead us there are blinding. There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how. I said maybe you're going to be the one that saves me."

Oasis 'Wonderwall'

Oh Silent Prayer of My Thoughts:

By: The BatThing

When Gordon got back from work, late that night, he found a note on the kitchen door – explaining that Robin had gone out for rounds. The man tossed the note into the garbage and made his way towards the phone – ready to check the non-existent messages, but to his surprise, the machine was flashing.

Dropping his things, the commissioner started to listen.

"Hello, this is Dr. Leslie Thompson; I was calling for … your boy Quinn. It's urgent, and if he could call me back as soon as possible, that would be wonderful."

Gordon stood, looking at the wall and wondering what could be so urgent.

Robin stepped back, watching the man run at him. He positioned himself, raising his hand slightly, ready to bring the heel of it into the man's face – as to break the nose. It was then, as the boy jerked upward, that a shriek beeping started to emit from his utility belt. Startled, he missed his chance and found himself flung back, jaw throbbing.

Not willing to waste another moment, the boy in scarlet pushed up, and moved forward. The man started for him, only for the boy to lean far back, grabbing the collar of the man's shirt and pulling him down. With a shove, he brought the criminal to the cement, and gave the head a swift kick.

Jerking the man's hands behind him, he quickly cuffed him, and then pulled out the beeper shrieking in his belt. "What!"

"You have an urgent message from a Dr. Leslie Thompson; apparently she wants to see you as soon as you get a chance." It was Gordon, and the man sounded tired.

"You just got back?"

"Long day."

The boy smirked. "Apparently … hey, if you don't mind, could you make a call to the station, tell them we got someone cuffed and ready for pick-up in Crime Alley, just down Jenson."

"Sure."

"Thanks." The Boy Wonder clicked off and slipped the small beeper back into his belt. He groaned a little as he rubbed the side of his jaw, wishing he hadn't been stupid enough to allow the guy to hit him. But hey, who could complain? He was still walking. The boy made a face as he looked at the man on the ground, feeling the urge to give him another kick … or two.

Without allowing him time to carry out such an act, Robin pulled out his cable and set off – headed towards Leslie's.

Robin slipped into Leslie's office and found the woman flipping through a book, as if in a hurry. She lifted her head at hearing him and frowned. "You've been out?"

"It's not like that's wrong." The boy answered, wondering why she was acting so short. "What's up?"

"I take it you haven't bothered to listen to the news, or read the paper?"

"Not really."

Leslie sighed, placing a hand on her forehead. "Well, I suppose Gordon can't update you on everything, that's understandable. Why did you take all day to answer my call?"

Robin wasn't enjoying this reaction. "When did you call? I was home almost all day … sleeping."

"Ah." She seemed to soften a little. "I was worried Gordon had you pulling double time, or worried that you were attempting to handle both a … never mind. Here." She handed the boy a pair of jeans, a shirt, and some sandals.

"What are these for?"

"I need to you to change into these, and then I'll explain."

The boy nodded, and headed towards the bathroom. He slipped into the civvies and reemerged, fingers smoothing over his eyes. "Raccoon eyes." He smiled.

The woman nodded, handing him a pair of sunglasses. "If anyone asks … tell them I requested you to wear them, and that they should talk to me."

"Ooo-kay. So what's this about? You have someone you need me to follow?" The boy leaned against the desk, waiting for an answer. He fidgeted as she didn't answer. "You know I don't mind helping out."

"It's not that, I know you're willing to help me, I'm always happy to know that." She sighed, only to smile again at the boy. The smile wasn't one that was meant to be happy, rather – to assure the boy everything was alright. "Have a seat."

He flopped into her chair, slightly worried about what was going to happen.

"I need you as you – as Tim Drake. That's who I want you to be. You see, I had a visitor today, and well …"

"I told you I can't just become Tim Drake right now, I have -."

"This isn't about what you think it's about, just listen, alright?" The woman covered her face, and gave her head a little shake. "I found Bruce."

Dead silence.

"I-I, it was an accident."

"Where is he!" Tim got to his feet. "This is awesome! It's great! I knew he was alive, I knew it! Gordon kept telling me that there was no way and that I shouldn't waste my time wishing that he'd come back, but now he's wrong, and Bruce is back!"

"No honey, he's not back." Leslie whispered. "He's sick."

"Sick?"

The woman once more covered her face. "I'm hoping that when he sees you, well, I'm hoping it will all come back – that he'll remember."

Tim couldn't help the desperate look. "R-remember?"

"Timmy, I think what happened … I think that he … might have seen Dick die, he saw Alfred dead. I think that he discovered that everyone was dead..."

"I'm not dead."

"You weren't alive either, honey."

Tim looked at the floor. "Why is he sick?"

The doctor sighed. "He's forgotten. It's a type of amnesia. It's not what you might think – actually. I think his whole life, ever since he saw his parents die, Bruce created two people. He created Bruce Wayne, and he created the man who could be Batman. Well, after the bombing, my guess is he continued his work as Batman. I'm not sure how it came to pass, but I think he discovered Dick, Alfred and Barbara were all dead and probably assumed you had gone too."

"He doesn't remember me?"

"He doesn't remember anything attached to being Batman. He's fallen into the world of Bruce Wayne. I'm hoping that when he sees you he'll remember, but Tim – it could be possible that he doesn't."

Tim lowered his head. "He doesn't remember me."

"I've touched the subject again and again, but there isn't anything. He remembers Alfred, he remembers his parent's death, but you, Dick, and Barbara … nothing is there, just blanks."

"I-I didn't forget." Tim managed, clenching his fists. "I knew they were all dead and I didn't forget."

Leslie bent down before the boy sitting on the chair. "It's just one of those things that can't be helped, it's something awful, but he can't help it. There is so much inside, he turned away from it, became something that couldn't be hurt. It's sort of like when a child is abused again and again, and they create another world in which they're safe. It's possible, after time, that they can get lost in that thought, become someone stronger."

"That can't be right."

"It's just my theory, Tim, whatever it is … he doesn't remember ever being Batman."

Tim blinked, looking at the ceiling. "Or me and the others."

The woman nodded slowly, the look in her eyes seemed tired. "Are you ready? I know it's soon, but …"

"Who found him?" The boy shook his head, feeling slightly upset. "Why did it take so long for him to come back, I checked those files, he was listed as a missing person!"

"He was missing, it hasn't been that long, Tim, just a few weeks since the bombing. How many now? Four?" Leslie nodded, as if to confirm her estimate. "I told you, I think he was operating as Batman for at least a week before he forgot everything. After he forgot, well, a lot could have happened. I'm his doctor, so he was brought to me straight away, after he was discovered. It's been … on the news."

The boy took in a deep breath, trying to make sense. "It's just … it doesn't make much sense."

"He doesn't remember, otherwise I'd ask him what's going on."

"I know … what if he doesn't remember me, but still insists that I stay with him. What then?" A look of panic flashed across Tim's face as he realized what it meant. "Jim can put two and two together, and then the secret will be ruined. I'll be staying with Bruce Wayne. Leslie, I'm not cut out to be Bruce Wayne's kid, I'm not that."

The woman held up her hand, stopping the rant. "One step at a time, Tim. You can't stay missing forever."

"Why not? Jim got me a tutor, I can learn, I can live my life out as Robin. It's possible, and when the time comes, well, Bruce will remember soon."

"There is no guarantee of that."

"Yeah, well, there was not guarantee he'd come back either, but he did." Tim spat the words, upset – this was unfair, so unfair. "You all insisted he was dead, but here he is, alive. I'm putting my money on him remembering, ok?"

Silence.

"It's all I can do."

The older woman shook her head. "Enough is enough. I've never liked Bruce's secret, his mission, and I've disliked the fact that he used three children to help him. I've stood for a lot, Tim. I didn't fuss when Jim took you in. I didn't say anything. I'm telling you, though, now, as Bruce's close friend, you're going to forget about that secret. You're going to go in there and you're going to live your life like a normal child should!"

"You can't force that on me."

"I am forcing it on you." Leslie snapped. "If you don't go in there, so help me, I'll tell Jim everything. And you know what he'll do? He'll make you see Bruce; he'll make you go home."

A drawn out pause followed the woman's threat, and the boy lifted his head, looking angrily at the woman. "Bruce made a big mistake when he told you he was Batman."

The doctor sighed. "You're right, he did. I care too much."

The boy sneered as he got to his feet. "So, take me to see Bruce."

To be continued…

IAmWalrusThanks so much for your awesome review, I needed it to get me thinking again, thank you so much. I didn't know what to do with the next chapter till I read what you wrote, and thought: 'He's right, let's move to the next part.' I'm assuming you're a guy, if you're a girl, lol, I'm sorry.

Trunksblue: LOL, I use your smile so much now, I need to back off it, people might get all annoyed and classify me or something insane, lol. Anyhow, thanks for the review! Yea! XD

CatgirlII: Glad you like the concept; hopefully this chapter is a little more appealing to you? XD

Delia Ra'Nar: Yes, lol, it was my intent to link the diner with the one in the cartoon series! Yea for you noticing, lol. Thanks for such an awesome review! It was fun to read, reviews always are, but long ones make my day! XD Yeah, as you can see in this chappie, Bruce Wayne is found, though it's just more angst for everyone's favorite masked side-kick! Thanks for the review, again!