Dianne counted the days until Tim came back to school. It was unnerving to know that it took a week and a half for him to recover from a bout of "flu". Tim had a stellar school attendance record up until this time. If anything the Drakes cared more about the appearance of perfection than actually taking care of him. Perfect grades, perfect attendance, and woefully neglected. Their Twitter account posted what county they were in and what they were working on. When people asked about their son they replied that they valued his privacy.

Dianne was in the process of walking a kid back to the lunchroom who had a stomach ache, Kaighligh had a lot of anxiety and it was a daily ritual that Dianne was happy to do. Kaighligh would walk into her clinic and say her stomach hurt right at lunchtime when the teacher would have a harder time keeping track of the kids and she would talk to Dianne until she felt better. It wasn't anything big, her mom and dad were going through a divorce and she felt like she was the reason they were breaking up. Dianne reassured her or gave advice when needed and referred her to the school counselor for scheduled therapy or an evaluation.

Dianne saw Tim Drake by himself at the lunch table looking at his phone and picking at the lunch he'd brought to school. He used to buy lunch every day, now he brought a packed lunch. At least someone on Bruce Wayne's staff cared about the boy or was paid to care about him. She got Kaighligh settled and made her way over to him, he quickly put his phone away and pasted on a smile.

"Hi, Nurse Dianne," Tim said with a small smile."

Hey, Tim I just wanted to check on you. How are you feeling?" Dianne asked looking him over quickly. He was still paler than she liked in a washed-out way.

"I'm better. I usually don't get sick that often but when I do it's bad," Tim replied.

"I'm glad you are feeling better. If you need anything you know where my clinic is. I wanted to ask you something if that's alright," Dianne said as she sat down at the lunch table close enough to not be overheard by the other people but far enough Tim wouldn't feel uncomfortable.

Tim looked at her with visible interest, "Sure, I figured with me living with Bruce with raise some questions.""How did you get those bruises on your chest? When I checked your temperature I noticed you had some pretty dark bruises." Dianne asked sincerely.

"I fell when I was skateboarding. It was a dumb trick, one I won't be trying for a long time. I fell pretty hard on a handrail," Tim said chuckling a little.

"Oh well, I'm glad to clear that up, because Bruce Wayne said it was from bullies here at the school," Dianne replied.

"Bruce doesn't like it when I skateboard he says it's too dangerous. I lied and said it was bullies he gets super worried anytime I get hurt," Tim said, "He's overprotective and makes me wear a helmet when I ride even a bicycle. If it's raining he makes me wear a raincoat or take an umbrella because I could get sick. Bruce is a really good guy."

"You would tell me if he wasn't, right?" Dianne asked, "Or one of your teachers. Anyone at the school is a mandated reporter."

"Nurse Dianne living with Bruce is much better than my parents ever were. You can't tell anyone that," Tim said quickly, "Bruce misses Jason a lot, and having me around helps him. In turn I get to live at Wayne Manor with him and Alfred which is better than being alone in Drake manor with a housekeeper. He doesn't hurt me or asks me to do anything bad in exchange. I'm better than fine now."

"If he ever does ask you to do anything you don't want to or you don't feel safe I can help you, or at least try to," Dianne said as she put a hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye.

"Thanks, Nurse Dianne, but I'm sure they are other kids that need you more than me. I know you're just doing your job and you do it really well, but I don't need it," Tim said not unkindly.

Dianne took that as her cue to leave. She couldn't help but feel that her conversation with Tim Drake left her more unsettled and with more questions. Tim didn't bring up the free clinic at all was he that used to going there? She didn't have much time to ponder on these questions before she was overrun by kids that needed her to give them a band aid, ice pack, or just a listening ear.