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Third Person POV

"What do you mean, he's alive?" Ra's asked, glaring at the ninja in front of him.

The ninja rose form his kneel, staring at Ra's calmly. "We found a boy matching his medical problems, DNA, and exact birth date to your grandson's. He is currently living with Selina Kyle."

Ra's turned away from the ninja, glaring out the window as he grit his teeth together. "Send my daughter to me, I will deal with her for lying to me about an issue like this." He said darkly, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"And the boy, Master Ra's?" The ninja asked. "What would you to do about him?"

Ra's turned around, his voice calm and steady as he looked at the ninja with determined eyes."Find his home, destroy it, and kill him. I want all knowledge of his existence gone."

Tim POV

I groaned, my voice muffled as I felt something covering my mouth and nose. I tried to open my mouth, but I only felt something being sucked into my mouth, blocking my air ways. I jerked, but whatever was covering my mouth and nose wouldn't move. It was suffocating me, I couldn't breath.

Ugh, not this again.

I pushed Puffball off my face, coughing as pieces of her fur were stuck in my mouth, Puffball meowing happily. "Helena!" I moaned loudly, glaring tiredly at the cat, who was sitting regally on my bed, with her head held high and her back turned towards me as if she hadn't just tried to gag me.

The four-year-old girl pushed her head in through my door, smiling brightly. "Yeah, Timmy?" She asked, Puffball jumping off my bed to run towards her.

"Your cat tried to suffocate me in my sleep," I said. "Again."

Helena pouted, pick up the white haired cat. It would have been cute, if Puffball hadn't looked so smug. "She's just trying to show you that she loves you, big brother."

"Helena, Puffball is the evil anti-christ. The only 'love' she is trying to show me, is her love of listening to me choke as she gags me in my sleep with her fur." I said, sitting up on my bed.

"You're overreacting, Kitten." Selina said, walking into my room behind Helena with a smirk on her face. "Besides, you're the one who wanted to keep her in the first place."

"Yeah, because I was 10-years-old, and I didn't know she would grow up to be the queen of hell that would one day bring the apocalyptic dooms day." I said, stretching myself out on my bed with a yawn.

Helena giggled, just like she always did when I stretched after I woke up. I wasn't sure why she did it exactly, but had something to do about me looking like Puffball when she woke up before she went to terrorize the rat colony on the third floor of our apartment complex. I still wasn't sure if I should take that as a compliment or not.

"Alright Helena, lets go. Your brother has to get ready for breakfast." Mom said, picking up Helena before walking out of my room.

I yawned again, blinking lazily as I looked around my room.

My room wasn't anything fancy or amazing. The walls were still painted a light purple from the time Mom used this place for a storage room for all the stuff she stole, the ceiling fan made loud sounds whenever I left it on for too long, and the only thing that showed someone lived here was my laptop, which overheated and made loud noises whenever I turned it on.

But the fact that I could complain about all this only seemed to make the room better.

When I was five, living on the streets of Crime Alley, it was like a never ending hell with nothing to call my own. I didn't have a room all to myself, or a laptop that always burnt my lap when I tried to work on it. I didn't even have a fan that made annoying noises when I used it too much. All I had, was myself and the clothes I was wearing.

Then Selina found me, and gave me my own room, clothes, and and a white cat named Puffball who will one day rule the underworld. Of course, that wasn't counting the nightly activities that Selina brought me into.

"What's for breakfast?" I asked, walking into the kitchen once I got dressed in my usual faded jeans, a black T-shirt, and my camera hanging around my neck.

"I'm making waffles!" Helena squealed, smiling brightly from where she sat on the counter next to the toaster.

"Oh, really, now?" I asked, giving her a teasing smile. "Well then, they must be amazing."

She nodded, crossing her arms over her chest proudly. "Yup! They're going to be the best waffles ever!" Helena said, giggling as she stared at my camera as it swung lightly from the strap around my neck. "Then you'll have to let me play with your camera."

I frowned, batting away Helena's hands lightly. "Helena, I told you, you can't use my camera. It's very expensive, and it was a gift from Mom. I don't want you to accidentally break it." I said, pulling my camera away from her. "Besides, I need it for my job."

"Speaking of," Mom said, walking into the kitchen with a couple cans of cat food, "where are you going today?"

I reached into the cabinet next to Helena for some bowls. "Only one newspaper has said they needed something specific. They need a picture of people in the mall, you know, just walking around. The best picture is going to be a background picture or something for a charity." I said, handing Selina the bowls as she set the bowls onto the ground to feed the little hellions.

I waited for Helena to start squealing, to ask for me to set her down on the ground so she could pet the cats, and fill the cream in their dishes whenever the bowls were empty. But as I fixed my bowl of cereal, Helena didn't say anything once about being set down or wanting to help the cats. And since she was four years old… well, let's just say a quiet toddler meant nothing good was happening.

I turned around, catching Selina's own worried look as I turned around. Helena was frowning, her eyes staring at the tiled floor in a deep gaze, like she was in a far away place.

Mom said she saw this same exact look Helena had on me once, my eyes far away and dazed, after I woke up from nightmares that made me scream and cry in the middle of the night. My nightmares were about what happened to me in Crime Alley before Selina found me. The fact that Helena had my same look didn't set well with me. "What's the matter, Helena?" I asked, setting the cereal box on the counter. "Did someone pick on you at pre-school?"

She looked up me, tears dotting her eyes, shaking her head. "Kinda." She said, looking down again. I frowned, watching Mom do the same out of the corner of my eye.

I followed her gaze, which was aimed at her hands holding something tightly in her lap. "What's in your hands, Helena?" Mom asked, standing in front of Helena, holding her small hands in hers.

She opened her hands silently, a piece of crumpled paper with colorful words printed on the paper. "There's going to be a daddy-daughter breakfast next week. I asked the teacher if someone else could come if I didn't have a daddy to come to the breakfast, and the other kids heard. They started making fun of me afterwards." She said, dropping the paper into Mom's opened palms. "I was trying to forget it, but I left the paper on the table…"

I frowned, sharing a look with Mom before a grin slid onto both of our faces. If these kids were picking on Helena, it was only fair that I got to tell them to back off, since I was her big brother and all. "Hey Helena, did the teacher say you could bring someone else besides a dad?" I asked, stepping next to Mom.

She nodded, sniffing. "Yeah, right before the kids started picking on me."

I picked her off the counter, dodging the cats as they purred and pressed themselves against my legs. "Well then, why do you need a dad when you can bring me?" I asked, grinning as her stopped.

"Huh?" She asked, confused.

"I'll take you." I said, grinning as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "After all, why would you want to take some old guy when you can take a big brother like me?"

She blinked, a grin spreading onto her face. "Really, you'll take me?" She squealed, so excited that she almost threw herself out of my arms.

"Definitely. I can have breakfast there before I go to school. Besides, if anything," I said, smirking darkly. "I can talk to those kids at your school."

She nodded, wiping the rest of the tears from her eyes. "Thank you, Timmy! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" She said happily, hugging me tightly while some how bouncing in my arms.

Mom chuckled, pulling Helena from my arms. "Alright kiddo, time to sit down for breakfast." She said, setting Helena down in a chair.

She smiled, then pressed her lips into a thin line. "I have to pee." She said, before bolting out of the room and towards the bathroom.

I stared at her back as she left, shaking my head as Mom chuckled. "Are you sure we shouldn't get her checked for being Bipolar?" I asked. "I was nothing like that when I was four."

Mom smiled at me sadly, sitting down at the table with her own bowl of cereal. "You weren't a typical four-year-old though, now were you?"

I sat across from her, shaking my head. "I guess not." I said, looking up at Selina seriously. "But Mom, when are you going to tell her about her dad? And her dad about her?"

Mom frowned, her spoon freezing in front of her lips just as she was about to take a bite, before she dropped it back into her bowl. "Tim, you know why I can't tell Helena about Bruce, and why I can't tell Bruce about Helena."

I glared at Mom, my grip tightening on the edge of the table. "Mom, you saw Helena before. Do you really think it's fair to hide her own father from her? That kind of thing, even if you're a kid like Helena, tears at you." I said, scowling. "It tears into your head, and you wonder start wondering into dark places. It's hurting Helena."

"Helena is not the same as you, Tim. You were abandoned and then abused as a child. Helena is a child with a single mother and an older brother. Besides, she's only four, I'm not sure she'll really understand the situation." Mom said, her lips set into a thin tight line. "And… Bruce already has enough kids to deal with right now."

I scowled, shaking my head.

I curled up in my corner, sniffing as tears poured down my face.

It had been ten days. Ten days since Selina had taken that stupid test and told me she was going to have baby. A baby that would cry and wail and scream Selina till she was tired, and would fall asleep during the day. The baby would have to use a diaper that was horrible to change, and she would have to feed it, and then burp it afterwards. She probably wouldn't even have time to go out for her night job to steal, and that meant my time as Stray would go down too.

She would have no time for me. Selina would abandon me, just like everyone else had. My only home would be gone.

"Tim, what's wrong?" Selina asked, kneeling down in front of me slowly. "Your throat and breathing isn't bothering you or anything, right? If it is, we should tell Dr. Thompkins."

I shook my head, hiccuping as sobs wracked my chest. "No, I feel fine." I said, looking away from her slightly larger stomach with a heated glare.

Selina paused for a second, then ruffled my hair. I blinked, looking up at Selina, confused.

She was chuckling, her lips set in a warm smile that made my chest warm up. Even though I had lived with Selina for five years, it still shocked me every time she smiled at me.

She didn't smile at me like those guys from Crime Alley, or those hookers and pole dancers who always shared some food for me when I listened to their complaints. Selina smiled at me like I was worth something, like I was one of those cat statues that Selina let me help steal, only better. Like I was priceless.

It made me wonder if that was what it was like for a mother to smile at her child.

"I see the problem." She said, pulling me towards her so I leaned against her. "You're afraid I'll leave you once I have this baby."

I pulled away from her, looking at her with pleading eyes. "But you will! This baby will take up all your time, and you'll never be able to spend any time with me. You'll abandon me just like everyone else!" I snapped, tears in my eyes as I shook.

I started to wheeze, my chest shaking as my hand covered my mouth as I began to cough, scarlet blood splattering all over my pale white hand. Tears clouded my eyes, blurring my vision.

"Tim, calm down." Selina said calmly, pushing my head into the crook of her shoulder, ignoring the blood that I coughed onto her smooth skin, uncovered by her low v-neck.

She started rubbing my back calmly, not letting the scarlet liquid bother her. "In and out, kitten, deep breaths."

Selina did this until I calmed down, her heart beating in my ear steadily. She pulled me back, tilting my chin back so I could look her in the eye. "Kitten, I know you're afraid." Selina said, wiping away a tear from my face. "You're afraid I'll leave you in an alleyway like your mother did, abandoning you completely for this new baby."

I looked away, avoiding her intense eyes that seemed to stare into my soul, hating how she was able to read me so well. She grabbed my chin more firmly this time, looking at me calmly. "Timothy, I swear to you, I will never abandon you. I will not abandon you like your mother or your father did, no matter if this baby is a boy or a girl, or is the most beautiful baby in the entire world. Because, Kitten, one child does not push away the needs or attention of another child."

I sniffed, shaking in her arms. "You really mean that?" I whispered.

She nodded, petting my hair softly. "Of course I mean it, kitten. You're my child, just as much as this one will be, and nothing will change that."

"One child does not push away the needs or attentions of another child." I said, watching Selina freeze before chuckling.

"Using my own words against me, huh?" Selina asked, smiling gently before sighing. "Fine, I'll tell Bruce. Not now though. I want Helena to understand everything before I tell Bruce anything."

"Who's Bruce?"

Our heads snapped towards the kitchen entrance, Helena standing there curiously. "No one important, just a… special friend of mine. I wanted to tell him about you, since you're so adorable, and all." Selina said quickly, grinning. "I just wanted to know if it was okay with you."

Helena smiled, nodding. "Sure you can, Mommy. Can I meet Bruce some day?" She asked curiously.

Selina offered her a strained smile. "You will, one day." Giggling, Helena climbed onto her chair, her legs tucked beneath her so she could reach the table.

"He sounds like he must be nice." Helena said, her smile never leaving once. I looked over at Selina, sharing a worried look with her. Just how much had Helena heard?

"Well, I should be going now. I have to get to the Mall before it gets too crowded." I said, breaking the silence after I finished eating.

Helena pouted, widening her eyes so that she was looking at me with her giant puppy dog eyes. "Can you take me with you, Timmy? I don't want to have to go to daycare while Mommy works." She whined, kicking her legs under the table.

I chuckled, relaxing as the tension almost left the room entirely at her whine. "Sorry Helena, but your brother has to be able focus." Mom said, smirking as Helena slumped in her seat. "Besides, it's just this one time that I have to work on a Saturday. And Tim's not leaving yet."

I frowned. "Why not?"

Mom raised an eyebrow at me, her eyes setting into a look. "Your medicine and watch, Tim?" Mom asked, her voice starting to slip into a dangerous tone.

I winced slightly, a sheepish grin growing on my face.

Selina wasn't a strict parent. She was usually free minded, and didn't care what I did as long as I got home before eight o'clock, didn't ditch Helena somewhere, or get arrested. But ever since Dr. Thompkins found the one 'miracle' medicine that helped me stop coughing up blood, Selina was always scared that I would go back to how I was when I was five-years-old, puking blood and almost passing out from lack of oxygen wherever I went.

Only Selina didn't show she was scared, she just started to scare me, instead.

"Right." I said, grabbing the pill bottle from the kitchen's medicine cabinet. I popped the lid, pouring four of the black and red pills into my hand and swallowing them, before slipping my heart monitor watch on.

After the first couple of appointments to Dr. Thompkin's office, Dr. Thompkin quickly found out that the reason I threw up so much blood, was connected to my rising heartbeat. The way Dr. Thompkins explained it, whenever I got too excited, blood from the veins in my esophagus starts to leak into my esophagus. It gets sucked back through my esophagus, causing me to throw up blood.

To fix this quickly, Dr. Thompkin told me to wear a heart monitor watch and learn calming techniques, since my medicine could only work so much to stop my problem. This way, if my heart beat ever got too fast, I would be able to calm down before I started to throw up.

"How much do you have left?" Selina asked, relaxing in her chair once she saw me swallow it all. "Dr. Thompkin said that the next shipment isn't coming in for awhile, so we have to make this last."

"Don't worry Mom, it's enough to last me a little bit longer." I said, starting to walk out of the kitchen.

Mom sighed, a relieved smile slowly growing onto her face. "Good, you can go now. Just don't forget to pick up Helena once you're done."

I nodded, ruffling Helena's hair as I passed her. "I will." I said, almost out the door way.

"Oh, and Tim?"

I froze, turning to see Mom smirking at me. "Don't pick too many people's pockets as you take pictures, the last thing we need is the mall thinking there's a dangerous thief just because you got too carried away. Again."

I groaned, rolling my eyes as Helena giggled, and Puffball purred happily from her spot on the countertop. "That was one time, Mom. One. Besides, the new Star Trek movie just came out then, what else was I supposed to do to get it? The movie stores don't put the DVDs in the box until you actually pay for it." I said, walking out of the kitchen.

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