Edward raced back up the stairs as fast as he could and right into the bedroom before nearly tripping on his way to tell his best friend the good news. Grabbing onto Bruce's shoulder Edward started to tug at the tller boy's are.

"Bruce, Bruce, Bruce!"

"Yes, Edward?"

"I want to tell you something! It's a secret."

"If you'll excuse us, we'll be right back." Bruce stood and glared at Damian before it turned into a grin. "Try not to kill your brother,"

"Tt."

As soon as the door closed Tim sat back. "I need sleep. Please don't kill me in my sleep Damian or Bruce won't let you play with whatever he bought today."

Damian set the letter open back down on the dresser. "You live another day, Drake."

"I'm so grateful I could cry."

"You should."

"Goodnight, Damian."

"Evil dreams, Drake."

They had a very interesting hate-hate relationship.

Bruce had the radio and Edward was bouncing in his seat looking out the window talking excitedly about them getting their friend back. In his little hands was the stone that Bruce had told him to hold onto.

They turned onto road looking around for the other when they nearly hit something. Slamming on the break and throwing his arm out over Edward's chest Bruce glared and gritted his teeth before pausing.

"Bruce, look!" Edward cried pointing at the thing. "What is that?!"

There out in the ally was a moving Scarecrow at the hood of the car. Like something out of Halloween and it was moving. Bruce glared at it and Edward's mouth was hanging open in shock but the thing was looking at them in shock as well.

"Oh, Bruce, make it go away! It'll scare Jonathan!" Edward grew said. "He hates scarecrows."

"I know." Bruce said before roaring the engine before pausing. "He's looking at us."

"Go away!" Edward yelled. "You'll scare our friend!"

Scowling Bruce watched as the thing stepped back suddenly seemingly still in shock. It seemed off and Bruce unbuckled his seat belt and with in a second was out of the car looking at the scarecrow and ignores Edward's cry of concern.

"Jonathan." Bruce said seeing how the thing, no person, jumped hearing the name. "Is that you?"

"And there's this other kid who looks almost exactly like Bruce, but he looks like he wants to murder someone! Than there's alll these new things to play with and that you can buy and they have new toys at the Burger Queen- Oh! You need to eat the food there! It's waaaaay better now!" Edward chattered happily to a shocked grown up Jonathan sitting in the back set staring off into nothing sure he had finally went off the edge. "And we got pennies- Bruce didn't know what penny was! So, anyways we made our wishes and than, and than, and than-"

"Breath, Edward!" Bruce called laughing. "Remember to breath!"

Gaping in air Edward grinned. "I'm breathing now! Bruce, why haven't you turned Jonathan back?"

"I'm giving him a minute to think about it."

"I think I finally got to much of my fear toxin in my body." Jonathan muttered. "I'm probably at Arkham in a padded room."

"Is that a resterrunt?" Edward asked. "Oooo, can we go?!"

"I don't think it's a place to eat at." Bruce said before pulling over. "Alright, here's the deal, Jonathan, so pay attention."

Jumping Jonathan stared at the teen wide eyed.

"This stone will turn you back into kid just like us. So you can either say yes and have one hell of a time with us or go back to... whatever you where doing before we found you."

"Alright, Hood, they're all rounded up except, Scarecrow."

"You mean Bruce's little friend?"

"Your going to bring that up now?!" Nightwing crossed his arms. "Come on, let's just go find him and than when Bruce is back to normally alright? Come on, Let's go."

Tim woke up with someone's hand over his head. Looking up he saw the little redhead and smiled a little at him. The redhead smiled happily.

"We're back!"

"Where did you run off too?" Tim smiled siting up a little. "And look at that the demon didn't kill me in my sleep."

"I'm glad! I like you Tim, your nice!" Edward jumped onto the bed. "Can I jump or are you to sick."

"Nah, it's a perfect bed for jumping." Tim smiled. "So, where did you go?"

"I was making Bruce a sandwich and the radio came on and said that Jonathan was out somewhere in Gotham," Edward spun around. "I know because they said his last name and than we went out and brought him back."

"...I'm sorry... what?" Tim face was stunned. "You brought him here?"

"Yes, he's in Bruce's room!"

"Oh my god." Tim jumped up and fell onto the floor. "Ouch!"

"Are you okay?" Edward jumped down. "Remember your sick?"

Sighing Tim rolled onto his side. "Yes, I remember. Here help me up."

Grabbing the other's hand Edward pulled. "Up you go! Yay! Your okay!"

Smiling Tim held onto the bed. "Thank you, Edward."

"Your welcome." Edward leaned in and hugged him. "Want to meet our friend?"

"Yes,"

"I'll go get them!" Edward turned and rushed out of the room. "Bruce! Jonathan!"

As Tim sat on his bed when the door opened and Bruce strolled in like a boss and no far behind was Edward and...

"Oh shit..."

A twelve year old Jonathan.

Hi guys, sorry for not updating. RL is really depressing. So, wish me luck and thank you for waiting patiently