A/N Been a long heck time hmm? Rest assured that this fic has not died by a long shot! ANYWAY, lets get back to it eh?

"Batman! Come quickly!" Doctor Kain said, his voice excited, "Nightwing has recovered so well, he is being moved."

The Dark Knight felt his relief unwind his tight and knotted stomach. "Excelent. When we last talked, you said he was out of time. What changed?"

The doctor smiled wryly, helping the nurses unhook the life support from the comatose hero so they could move him out of ICU and into more comfortable surroundings. No one noticed that while the older patient was being moved, a certain younger patient stressed over it.

"Obviously, Nightwing didn't like my prediction. After we talked, your boy had an intense fever. We almost lost him, Batman. He even threw up blood into his respirator ands nearly drowned in it. When we cleaned the muck out, we realized that he had ejected a third of the disease buildup, and cleared one of his lungs."

"Soounds like him. Nightwing never lived up to expectation. He always went beyond." The words hid pride well, but his eyes under the cowl sparkled. Dick indeed had a habit of going beyond his limits, tapping into willpower that rivaled the Dark Knight himself.

His revere was haulted as his eyes fell to the smaller form on the other bed, Batgirl wiping his forehead with a wet cloth. Tim…

"What of my other charge?" he asked woodenly.

The doctor hung his head, his elation turning to concern

"That poor lad is fighting just as hard to stay alive. It seems like those two are very cxlose…so close it seems, that if we lose Nightwing…we lose the boy as well."

Batman motioned to his older son, then to his younger protégé.

"Shouldn't we move him as well then?"

Cass nodded fervently

"Is GOOD idea!"

"I'm not sure that's wise." Doctor Kain began. Cass growled and looked him in the face.

"Look. Nightwing sick. Tim sick too. Nightwing moved and Tim stay…TIM Dies! Is…GOOD…IDEA!"

"I'm afraid the girl is right Kain." A voice said, chuckling. An old woman with kind features came into the room. Batman relaxed instantly.

"What took you so long, Leslie?"

"Never mind that. Robert, get some orderlies in here to move the boy. If Nightwing and him are separated at this time…we may lose them both. Birds of a feather must stick together and all that…but in this case…" she winked at Batman "The phrase could not be more fitting."

Cass hung around Tim, her eyes glaring at an orderly who tried to get her to move. Leslie Thompkins waved him away

"Leave the girl be, Fred. She is a lifeline. She goes where he goes, and keeps him here, wich is where we want him, am I right?"

The orderly nodded, and stepped away from the girl, who looked as if she were about to punch him in the face. Cass rubbed Tim's arm and chastised him fondly.

"Stupid whitecoat. Would have punched in face. Punch YOU in face, stupid Tim, if not get well soon."

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Tim…Tiiiiiiiiiiiim…

He woke to find himself in a black void. A black void that resembled the inside of the Batcave. Again the voice called his name. Tim!

It didn't sound like Dick or Bruce, and it certainly didn't sound at all like Cass. The current Boy Wonder looked around for the source, and to his disturbed suprize…he ran into a figure he thought he would never see.

"Jason Todd?!"

The figure shushed him, and pointed to another figure, this one familiar and, to the younger Robin, a welcome sight.

"Hush, Drake! Dick is trying to concentrate. What are you doing here anyway? This is Nightwing's head. Where's your own?!"

The youngest Robin shrugged

"Currently? I have no idea. I remember Cass finally relenting and taking me to the same room as Dick…and then I fell asleep, and woke up here. So…Dick's head looks like the Batcave…odd I thought his psych would look more…lighthearted. You know…given his personality.."

Jason snickered

"I don't like to repeat myself. Since you are a fellow Robin and all though, I suppose I can make an exception. This is only a fraction of his mind. Now HUSH. He is thinking, and in a very vulnerable spot. The disease is sneaking up on him…and this fight may be one of his toughest mental battles yet!"

"How so?" Tim whispered, looking alarmed at the sight before him. Nightwing was fingeing one of the Robin suits and a shadow was creeping up on him, ready to pounce.

"He still blames himself for what the Joker did to me."

"But it wasn't his fault!" Tim said, noticing that Dick's costume had switched to the first design he had ever made, and he looked a bit younger too.

"Maybe if you pay attention you'll learn why he still kicks himself. Although no, it wasn't his fault I died. He blames himself…for other things."

"What things?"

"Shut your face and WATCH!"