I hope you guys liked my last chapter! Sorry for updating so late. I thought I would get more time now that school is almost done, but apparently, my teachers are merciless. So, I'm no longer making any promises on my updates, because of them. Still, I hope you guys like this chapter!

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Third Person POV

Talia paced tapped her finger on her lap impatiently, a scowl splayed over her face. Sharp eyes stared at her phone, waiting for something to happen.

As if on cue, the phone vibrated, Talia answering it quickly as she stood up. "Have you gathered them?" Talia demanded.

"Yes, all of your ninjas have been gathered and informed." Janet said, though her tone was cold and angry. "But, we may already be too late."

Talia's eyes narrowed dangerously, her hand tightening around her phone. "What has my father done, Janet?" Talia growled.

"He's already made a hit on Timothy. Several ninjas have said that Ra's has given orders to hunt down Timothy discretely, and to take him out as soon as possible." Janet said, her tone turning colder. "We have no clue where Timothy is at the moment, so we don't know where the ninja are."

Talia glared at her wall, her knuckles turning white. "He is a teenage boy, it is not that hard to track down a teenage boy with no clue that he needs to hide." Talia snapped.

"Your teenage boy has a drifter job as a freelance photographer and a few cases of being a freelance writer. There are multiple places he could be, since he has no real work place." Janet said calmly, not affected by Talia's change in tone.

"Contact his stepmother, send someone to discreetly find out where he is supposed to be and get there." Talia demanded. "I refuse to allow my son to die now when I have kept him alive for so long."

"Of course, Talia." Janet said, her smirk easily heard on the other side of the line before she hung up.

Tim POV

I pushed against the crowd, wincing as everyone shoved their way around me. People were screaming and running, using every ounce of their strength to push me out of their way. "Are you insane, kid?! Get out of the way, this is a job for the mall cops."

I looked over at the owner of the voice, scowling when I saw his mall security badge gleaming on his chest. I twitched, the urge to reach up and take the shiny badge strong. It was shined so much in the mall light, even while people were screaming in panic and horror, not to mention, it could become useful later on. I wanted it.

I shook my head, snapping myself out of my trance, and yanked my arm away from him. I was going up to figure out why they were targeting me, not to steal some dumb- but very shiny- mall security badge.

"Sorry, but I think you're out of your league, fatso." I said, grimacing as saw his donut powder covered mustache before I turned, running up the stairs to the third floor.

I jumped onto the rail when the people running down stopped me completely, running up the railing with practiced ease from years of stealing. By the time I reached the third floor, nearly the entire floor had been cleared, everyone either trying to get onto the second floor, or trying to get out of the mall entirely.

I looked up, cursing under my breath. On the sky light, right next to the giant net Gotham Mall put up to hold the nearly hundred charity presents as Gotham Mall's biggest Christmas attraction , was a hole in the glass and a rope hanging from the ceiling, that touched all the way to the floor. The gun wasn't on the roof anymore.

"Shit." I cursed, looking around at the third floor of the mall.

The day the Gotham Mall was completed, the news did an entire tour of the building for the first peak of what the mall would look like. It took nearly 30 minutes for the news to even get to the third floor, but when they finally did get there, it was immediately named the Gotham Maze of Bankruptcy, for a very good reason; it was like a giant maze built out of only the best shops that made you want to buy more.

For most Gotham shoppers, this just meant that they would lose money, for me, this meant the sniper could be anywhere.

I scowled, looking around the Mall with narrowed eyes as I searched the shops for any sign of him. "I'm not over there, brat."

I cursed, spinning around just in time to see a boot kicking me in the face. I stumbled back, ducking with a gasp as he tried to hit me with the butt of his gun, the leather grip centimeters away from my head.

Scrambling away from him, I rolled into a fighting position quickly, the sniper not giving me a second before trying to use his rifle to pin me to the ground."What the hell with the close combat? I thought snipers liked long distance attacks." I grunted, bending back in a way that would have been painful for anyone who had not been trained by Mom.

"The only reason I even brought my gun was because Lord's orders were to kill you discretely from long range, without drawing attention. Obviously, there is no point to that now, and now no point in going outside my comfort zone." He said, his mask twisting in a way that showed he was smirking, before he kicked me straight in the chest, knocking me off balance.

I caught myself, pushing myself to flip away from him, narrowing my eyes at him before sliding into a fighting stance. The sniper's smirk only got wider.

Lord's orders, was what he said. But why would this 'Lord' want me dead? "What the hell do you mean your 'Lord's orders'? What have I done for him to want me dead?" I asked, ducking a punch after he charged at me.

I landed a kick on his chest, my eyes widening as he grabbed my leg with a grin, swinging me into a stack of fake presents that had been on display. I moaned, the inside of my head starting to pound like a blacksmith was beating against it.

"It's not my job to question my Lord's orders, just to act on them." He said, walking towards me slowly, raising his gun towards me with his eyes dancing with unholy glee. "And I love what my Lord tells me to do."

I rolled away from him, crushing the fake presents as I dodge just in time for the bullet to miss my heart… and hit me in the arm.

I gasped, my arm burning where the bullet hit, stunning me as I laid with my back on the ground, unable to think of a way out of this with him holding a gun to my chest. "Huh. For all the ninja Lord sent to kill you, you are a wimp." The sniper laughed, pressing the gun barrel flush against my wildly beating heart.

My eyes widened, panic distracting me from the bullet in my arm, as I looked straight into the sniper's eyes. I looked past him, then narrowed my eyes as something clicked in my brain.

"Shut up, asshole." I snapped, kicking the rifle away from me as he yanked on the trigger, the bullet aiming upwards, towards the center roof. And Gotham Mall's biggest attraction came falling to the ground.

I fumbled out of the way quickly, half dragging-half trotting away as hundreds of presents came falling down onto the sniper. "What the hell- you little shit, I'm going to-" The sniper cut himself off as the presents landed, yelling as he was slammed onto the hard tile floor.

I let out a relieved sigh, relaxing against the wall I was sitting against. That was a giant net plus however many hundred presents that had fell, he wasn't getting out any time soon.

Pushing myself up with my right arm, I stood up, clutching my left arm to my chest closely. I winced, gritting my teeth as I walked towards the ruined presents. "That should hold you till the police get here." I said, staring at the sniper's nose, which looked like it had been wrenched to the side completely.

He growled at me, wincing when it seemed to hurt his nose too much. "It doesn't matter it's already too late." He said, his eyes narrowed in unholy glee.

I glared at him, a feeling of terror starting to pool into my stomach. "What the hell do you mean by that?"

The sniper laughed, wincing again as his laugh ended in a moan. "Lord's entire order, was to kill you discreetly, and to destroy every piece of evidence of you." The sniper said, grinning behind his mask as my eyes grew in horror. "And you're already too late."

"Mom… Helena." I whispered, before turning around, and running out of the Mall.

"This is Selina Kyle, I'm obviously not here at the moment, don't call me back-"

I hung up, growling under my breath. "Come on Mom, you have to be here. Please tell me your phone is just dead, or your boss didn't let you on the phone till you got home."

I sprinted up my apartment complex's stairs, desperation and adrenaline racing through my system. Chanting echoed around in my head, the words 'they have to be there, they have to be there' the only thing I was able to think as I reached my door, and rushed in.

My legs shook as I walked in, tears dotting my eyes.

Furniture was knocked over all over the floor, pieces of glass and wood scattered all over the carpet. Chairs were knocked over, wood splinters sticking out of the carpet, and frames were broken. They had already gotten here before me.

I took in a shaky breath, pushing myself to walk inside.

The people, whoever they worked for, were thorough when it came to breaking my house. The carpet was pulled up in places, the cushions of the sofa were ripped to pieces, and they even broke my photography trophy I got two years ago. But there was one big thing that I noticed.

There was no blood.

I looked through every room, closet, cabinet, and even the draws, till I eventually stopped at the kitchen, which was the worse by far, because of all the broken dishes. But I never found even a drop of blood, from either the assassins, or my family. Which led me to a very important question.

If they weren't here while the apartment was being destroyed, or after... then where were they?

I jumped as my cell phone rang in my pocket, pulling me out of my thoughts. My eyes widened when I looked at the caller ID, the metal creaking with how quickly I pressed it to my ear. "...Selina?"

Panting sounded through the line, the sound of wind covering the sound of her voice. "Tim, listen to me, you have to get Helena." Mom said, panic lacing her voice.

"Wait, Mom, I've been trying to call you a dozen times, is someone-"

"Timothy" Mom hissed, making me freeze, my skin paling slightly at the use of my full name. "Listen, forget about me. You have to get your medicine, Helena, and get out of there, Tim. You don't know who they are, but I do, and trust me, their boss isn't someone you want to mess with."

"Mom, why does their boss even want us dead? We've never stolen from them before, have we?" I asked, confusion and panic crossing into my voice.

"... I don't know, Tim. Their boss isn't like any normal man, and his reasons to kill us all wouldn't be as something as petty as just stealing something from him." Selina said after a while. "But 'why' doesn't matter right now. I need you to do what I told you, and get Helena, and disappear. Helena's not going to like it no matter what you do, but you have to disappear completely, okay?"

I hesitated, grabbing my medicine before stuffing it into my pocket, and jogging out the door. "Alright, fine, I'll go get her." I said, biting my lip hard as Mom sighed in relief through the phone. "But, what about you, Mom? Are we going to meet up?"

There was a long silence over the phone, the sound of her running the only thing that kept me from thinking she had hung up. "... We're not, Tim."

I froze mid-step, halfway down a flight of stairs. "What do you mean we're not? Mom, where do you plan on going?" I asked, my voice starting to shake.

"Tim, I know that I told you I would never leave you, no matter what." Mom said, pausing once to choke back a sob. "But I have to. I can draw them off you guys long enough for you two to disappear for good."

"Mom, that's insane." I said, nearly shouting into the phone as I felt myself starting to shake.

"I'm sorry, Tim." Mom said, sniffing. "I love you. Tell Helena that, too."

"Mom, why does that sound like you're about to do something stupid?" I asked, letting out a shaky breath when she hung up on the other end. "Mom?"

I pulled the phone away from my ear, closing it lightly in my shaking hand.

This was supposed to be a normal Saturday, with Mom working later than usual, and Helena whining about kid stuff as I took her back home. Why did it have to go so wrong?

"I'm here to pick up Helena Kyle." I said as I signed in for Helena, my hand still shaky slightly as I set the pen down.

"Wait here." The lady said, taking the clipboard from me, and walking towards the back.

I let out a shaky breath, my eyes moistening as I remember what Mom said. I'm sorry, Tim. I love you.

In all the years I had lived with Selina, I had never heard her so desperate or scared before. Or heard her voice quiver like that, like she was at her last resort. I had never heard her talk like she was about to die.

"Timmy!"

A light weight charged at my legs, small limbs curling around one as small giggles followed. "It's about time, I'm hungry!" Helena said, smiling brightly at me as I felt something inside me break.

I swallowed the knot in my throat, nodding as I tugged Helena off my leg so I could pick her up. "Alright, let's go get something to eat." I said, carrying her out of the daycare.

My legs shook as I walked towards the lower district, Helena frowning at me till I finally reached a hot dog stand. "Two hot dogs." I said, giving the man a 5 before taking the hot dogs from him.

I carried Helena over to the park bench, setting her down carefully as if she might disappear if I didn't, and sat next to her.

"...Timmy, what's wrong?" Helena said, her voice full of a mix of concern and fear. "Timmy?"

I took in a shaky breath, passing Helena a hot dog as I stared at my own. Just staring at it made me want to throw up. "Do you remember that ninja movie I let you watch with me? The one that I got in trouble for showing you when we got caught?" I asked softly.

Helena nodded, taking a cautious bite of her hot dog. "Do you remember how all the bad guys were trying to kill the hero, and his family, and his entire family had to hide from the bad guys?"

"Yeah." She said, looking up at me with her giant eyes, tears dotting them. "Timmy, why are you asking me this? And why aren't we eating with Mommy?"

I swallowed, a lump starting to form in my throat. "That's the thing, Helena. I know this won't sound real, and you won't believe it. But… some really bad men came after me and Mommy today, and I… I don't know where Mommy is." I said, bending over on the bench.

"But she called me, and the bad men were chasing her. She said to get you and hide, so the bad men can't find us. That's why she not here." I said.

"Where is she then?" Helena asked, her voice turning into nothing but a soft whisper. "Where is Mommy, Timmy?"

I shrugged, shaking my head. "I don't know, Helena. She said that… that I had to take you and hide, and that she…" I broke off, tears pooling into my eyes. "She said that she would have to leave us, to distract the bad guys. And that she loved us."

"But Timmy…" Helena said, tears falling down her eyes. "That what the hero's wife said before she died saving him."

I nodded, sucking in my own tears as Helena cried into my side, our hot dogs laid forgotten beside us. "I know Helena, I know."

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