A/N: While Dick is attending to his annual trip to the circus, Tim disobeys and follows him, getting into major trouble on two fronts. Without realizing, by revealing that Tim is his biological brother, Dick has placed Tim in grave danger from a source they have dealt with before. Will Dick be the last Flying Grayson, again?

A Circus Boy Returns Home

Part 7: Unwanted Passion

Tim parked his car behind the motel. He grabbed his bag from the backseat and didn't bother locking his car for the night. He didn't think in this small community no one would consider stealing from a car that from the outside didn't look like it had anything of value. Tim entered the outside door that led to the rooms on the inside. He found his room and turned the key and went inside. It seemed fine, but there was one thing that felt wrong for a room that seemed bright and airy. He wasn't sure what it was, but Tim was too tired to investigate what was supposed to be a typical motel room. It had been a long time since he had been in any hotel room and didn't know what to expect. Not since the Bahamas, but that was in the lap of luxury, and this felt like he was in some seedy part of town. Maybe he should have stopped at the first place he came to, but he wanted to be closer to the circus. Tim should have been suspicious, but after getting a quick shower, he pulled back the sheets, and when his head hit the pillow, he fell quickly asleep and didn't hear the sound of gas being pumped in his room.

Only a mere few hours had slipped by and he woke up to the sound of moaning. When he tried to move his arms were pinned to the headboard above his head and then he realized it was his own moaning he had woken up to. He felt someone on top of him. His eyes opened to see it was the girl from the front desk who smiled at him. She was pumping him!

"Hey, what do you think you're doing!?" Tim struggled and pulled on the straps that bound him.

"What does it look like my daughter is doing," the woman from the front desk said. She was actually sitting in a chair watching them.

"You're the perfect candidate, young, vibrant, and I bet your children will be handsome."

"This is rape!" Tim shouted. "You can't do this! I'm underage!"

"That doesn't matter to us," the woman crooned. "Slip him inside you, and finish it! The sooner we're done here, the sooner we can call the cops and have him arrested!"

"Oh, no. You're not playing that game with me."

Tim pulled hard on the straps, and as one gave way, he shoved the girl away from him. And once he freed his other arm, as he scrambled off the bed, he grabbed his pants and his backpack and ran into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door. He pressed the emergency number for the police.

"911 what is the emergency?"

"I was just accosted by a woman and her daughter in a motel room off of highway 30. I'm locked in the bathroom."

"Come out, Timothy Wayne, we won't hurt you." The woman called out. "You're the perfect one for my daughter."

"I'm married already!" Tim shouted through the door.

"Where is your location?"

Tim gave his location to the operator. "Hurry, I think they're trying to break down the door!"

"Is there a window in the bathroom?"

"Yes."

"I suggest you climb out the window and remove yourself from the premises. Stay on the line."

Tim was lucky there was a window in the bathroom big enough for him to climb out of once he finished dressing, while he was talking to the police. The window was sealed, and he had to break the glass. He climbed out of the window, making sure he didn't get cut and ran to his car. He climbed into his car and locked the door.

"I'm out. I'm in my car."

"Wait there, and we'll send an officer over."

It wasn't long before a two police officers arrived. Tim explained what happened and one of the officers went inside to investigate, while the other stayed with Tim. One officer found that the two women had fled the scene. They found the real manage tied up in the office, After the hotel manager was untied, he explained what happened., The women apparentlly were moving from place to place, only to move on after several days. A pattern was starting to emerge.

Meanwhile, Tim made his report. "We've suspected something was going on, but we didn't have any proof. You're the first person to make a report. Where can we reach you if we have any more questions."

"I'm heading to the circus. My brother is performing there."

"We'll call you if we need you then."

Tim drove the rest of the way to the circus. Once he arrived in the midway, he parked his car near some storage containers used to pack up the circus tent, seats, and lighting. He leaned back in his seat shaking. He realized what almost happened, and if he hadn't woken up when he did, Tim would have been the one accused of rape, and maybe even arrested. That meant he wouldn't have been able to talk to Dick about Barbara. He would have been in hotter water than he was right now. Tim was contemplating whether this was a mistake in coming here. He closed his eyes and drifted into a light sleep. He didn't hear the car door being opened. Strong hands grabbed him and pulled him out of his car and to his feet.

"What are you doing here kid, this is a restricted area."

"I'm trying to find my brother," Tim stated with wide eyes.

"And who is your brother?"

"Dick Grayson."

"Who are you kidding, boy. Grayson has no brother."

"He does, I mean I am his brother," Tim pleaded.

"You're coming with me."

The roustabout grabbed Tim by the collar and practically dragged him through the circus tents, wagons, and booths of the midway. Tim tried to get the man to release him, but his grip was like iron. Finally, they reached the wagon that belonged to Pop Haly and the teen was shoved inside.

"I caught this kid trespassing," the roustabout stated.

Pop Haly didn't look happy. He arrived just hours before to discover that someone had ran off with the cash box.

"Where did you find him?"

"Sleeping in a car between the storage units."

"Search his car," Pop Haly said. "Maybe he's with the punks who took last night's cash."

"I'm not," Tim said.

Pop turned toward the teen and his eyes narrowed. "Explain yourself, young man. What are you doing here if you're not with those punks?"

"I'm here to see Dick," Tim said.

"The kid keeps insisting that he's Grayson's brother," the roustabout stated.

"I am Dick's brother," Tim said. "I'm Tim. Dick calls me Timoti."

Pop Haly's eyes went wide when he got a good look at the kid. "You were here a few years ago, looking for Dick then, too. Does he really call you Timoti?"

"Yes, he does," Tim stated.

Pop Haly turned toward the roustabout. "Go get Dick Grayson, please.

"You believe this kid, Sir?"

"Yes, I do. Oh, don't bother searching his car then."

The roustabout left the office wagon and went off to find Dick Grayson.

"Can you tell me why you want to see, Dick?" Haly asked.

"Um, it's complicated," Tim said.

'You wish to discuss it with just him."

"If you don't mind," Tim answered.

"Fair enough."

"I'll let you have privacy. I need to confer with the midway manager. I don't like how he's running things."

That sounded suspicious to Tim. "Is there anything I can do?"

"No, just need to remind him that he's here at my request, and it helps his bottom line, just as much as it helps mine."

"I could look at your books," Tim suggested.

"We'll talk about it later," Pop Haly stated. "I'm glad you're here boy. I apologize for the way I acted. This circus could use some good news for once."

That statement puzzled Tim. What has been happening here? And does Dick even know?

Continues with Part 8