Hi. I hope you guys liked my last chapter.

I'm going to be going into what happened to Tim in Crime Alley in this chapter, I'm not going to explain it completely, but I'm going to be hinting at it. It's going to be somewhat dark, and If you're sensitive to this kind of stuff, you might want to skip it then.

Also, I'm going to a week long camp this coming Sunday. I'm going to try to write as much as I can during that week, but I won't be able to update till I get home on Friday, and after that my parents thought it would be a brilliant idea to go camping for another week, so basically; I won't be able to update for a while.

Disclaimer: I do not own DC Nation.

Talia POV

I stared at the footage of Timothy, watching him fight the assassin with a smirk, and chuckled as presents crushed the assassin. I had felt this several times with Damian, but this was the first time I had ever felt so proud of Timothy. My lips pulled into a scowl after I realized why; this was the first time I had ever seen Timothy to feel anything towards him ever since that night.

I looked over at my phone as it vibrated, picking up quickly. "What news do you have, Janet?" I demanded.

"We have found Selina. She was being chased your father's ninja, trailing them away from Timothy as he was going to their apartment. We're bringing her to you now. She will be brought to you as soon as possible." Janet said.

I hummed, moving the tablet out of my lap as I stood up. "And what about Timothy's whereabouts?" I asked.

"We know he took Helena, his adoptive younger sister, but other than that, we have no clue about where he is. The ninja are still searching for him. I will tell them to search harder." Janet said.

"Don't. If we can't find him, then he's hiding well enough for my father's ninja to not detect him. Just have my ninja keep an eye out for my father's ninja." I said.

"Very well, Talia." Janet said before hanging up.

I closed my phone, looking down at the video of Timothy's fight against the assassin continue on a loop. "I just hope he can stay hidden. Especially with a toddler with him."

Tim POV

I swallowed as I walked with Helena in my arms, the streets getting dirtier and dirtier as we got closer to bad side of Gotham.

"Timmy, where are we going?" Helena asked, pressing herself towards me the deeper we went in.

I winced at her shaking hands, and the tears in her eyes made me feel even worse than I did before. I could tell Helena was becoming more scared as the hours passed, and it was tearing me apart inside. Hell, I didn't want to go anywhere near this place myself, not with all the bad memories I had there.

But Mom said to hide Helena, and this was the only place I could think of without cameras at every corner. "Crime Alley." I said hesitantly, turning into a dark alley.

"I don't like this place, Timmy." Helena whimpered, tucking her head into my neck.

I rubbed the back of her head, trying to stop my hands from shaking as I started to remember the hell I went through here.

~Flashback~

"And where the hell do you think your going?"

I froze, my breath hitching as I felt a hand clamp around my ankle, and I was pulled away from the bedroom door. "Please, no more!" I begged, my chest heaving and tears pouring down my face.

The man laughed, and pulled me towards the bed, blood trailing onto the floor as he dragged me. "Oh, but I'm not finished yet." The man smirked as he threw me on the bed, his smirk growing as I tried to hide my naked body away from him.

"No, don't." I whispered, a fit of coughs cutting me off.

The man only grinned, crawling closer to me on the bed, the fear in the pit of my stomach growing till that was the only thing I could feel, the only thing I could think about as I stared at his dirty grin. "I'm only four." I managed through my coughs. "Please stop hurting me."

Why wouldn't he just stop?

~Flashback~

"Timmy? Timmy, what's wrong?" Helena asked.

I blinked, shaking myself out of my head. "What, did something happen?" I asked, stopping in the middle of the alley.

She looked at me confused, laying the side of head on my shoulder. "Your eyes were weird, like you weren't here. Are you okay?" Helena asked, frowning at me.

I nodded hesitantly, ignoring how hard my hands were shaking. "Yeah, I was just thinking about something. Sorry." Helena nodded, but her frown didn't leave her face.

I sighed, continuing down the alley, even though I knew that Helena knew I was lying. There wasn't much I could do about that though, not when I still had to figure out a way to find Selina and take care of Helena at the same time. The more I thought about it though, the more impossible it seemed.

Finding Selina, even without distractions, would be hard enough. I had no clue who it was who took Selina, except that whoever it was who did it had an insane amount of assassins. I might as well be starting at square one, with that only piece of information. And then there was Helena I had to think about.

Even though Crime Alley was the only place that we could possibly hide without being caught, I knew better than anyone, this Hell on Earth was no place for a 4 year old. I could do everything I could to protect Helena, and there would always be a chance that she could get hurt or killed. And with all my bad memories here… I knew I was going to paranoid about her even being here, which wouldn't help her with everything that was happening, at all.

But this time, me being paranoid wasn't going to be 'silly', like Helena would put it. This time, if I wasn't paranoid for the both of us, Helena could die.

I jerked as I felt Helena tug on my shirt, staring down at the toddler. "Timmy, can I ask you a question?" Helena asked.

I nodded, expecting her to start asking questions sooner or later. "Yeah. I can't promise that I have the answer, though." I said.

"Do you think Mommy's dead?" My mouth went dry at the question, and I felt my insides freeze. Out of all the questions, why did she have to ask the one that hurt the most to answer right now?

I swallowed dryly, taking a deep breath before shrugging. "Now's not the time to sugar coat stuff to you, so I'm not going to lie to you, Helena; honestly, I don't know." I said, sighing as she tightened her small fingers into my jacket.

"Why don't you know?" Helena asked, her voice so soft I could barely hear her.

I rubbed her back, turning into another alleyway so that Helena didn't have to hear the screams of somebody getting the shit beaten out of them. "Well," I started. "When Mom called me, she sounded like she was in danger and from what she said, it sounded like she was going to do something stupid. If she were a normal person I would have thought she was dead already, but…"

"But what, Timmy?" Helena asked, picking her head off my shoulder, blinking at me with her big blue eyes.

I strained a grin, hoping she couldn't tell it was fake. "Mom's tough, Helena. She wouldn't let someone as stupid as a wannabe ninja kill her. You know this." I said.

Helena started to grin, but froze as we heard footsteps behind us. "I wouldn't call myself a 'wannabe ninja', Timothy Kyle."

I turned around quickly, just in time to duck under the throwing knives, Helena's grip on me tightening as pieces of hair from the top of my head fell to the ground, and the sound of my pants being cut. Only one thought registered inside my head as I stared at the pieces of my hair on the dirty ground though, waves of panic and anger surging through my body; the asshole had almost hit Helena.

My eyes narrowed at the assassin above us coldly, Helena whimpering as I set her down.

He was dressed the same as the ninja that attacked me before, his all black clothes rippling slightly in the wind as he jumped from a fire escape, and landed perfectly in front of us. This man was right about one thing at least, he wasn't a wannabe ninja.

"How the hell did you find me here?" I asked, ignoring the way Helena stared at me with wide eyes.

"It wasn't easy." He said, his voice smug as he stepped towards us. "You hid a lot more than we thought you would, and after all, who in their right mind goes to the place they've had nightmares about since they were five-years-old?"

My eyes narrowed silently at that. Dr. Thompkin's medical clinic wasn't by any means well guarded, but she had high connections, like Batman, Selina, and whatever high positioned criminal that came through her door to protect her clinic. In that sense, her clinic was one of the most protected clinics ever.

So it shouldn't have been possible for this any number of assassins to steal my personal file from her, the only file that had information on my actual background and condition. Yet somehow, they had.

"Helena, close your eyes, and don't open them no matter what you hear, until I say so." I said, pushing her hard enough that Helena's back lightly touched the wall behind us.

"But Timmy-"

I looked at her through the corner of my eyes, not entirely breaking eye contact with the assassin in front of me, and said, "Helena, close. Your. Eyes." Helena's eyes widened as she stared at me in shock for a moment, her mouth opening and closing before she nodding her head jerkily as she finally closed her eyes, and tears started to leak out of the corner of her eyes.

I looked back at the assassin again, cursing under my breath. "Making your little sister cry isn't nice, you know." The assassin taunted, his voice making me grind my teeth together angrily.

"Go to hell, asshole." I snapped, grabbing the knife that had lodged itself into the wall behind me, and throwing it at his head.

He caught it in between his fingers, flipping it into a fighting hold as I charged at him, aiming a punch at his chest. "Your going to have to do better than that, little stray." He said, laughing as I nearly bent my back in two dodging the swing of his knife.

I dropped into a crouch, dodging another stab at me, and sweep kicked his legs from under him. As I had expected, the assassin started to fall, his back hitting the ground with a thud. What I hadn't expected though, was the blur of black that had followed, and I was glad I told Helena to close her eyes as the sound of his neck snapping to follow right after that. Bone stuck out where his throat should have been.

I blinked, standing out of my crouch to get a better look at the person who had snapped the neck of my assassin, then tensed when the person turned to face me.

Of course, it was another assassin.

"Do you guys fucking multiply?" I snapped, standing in front of where Helena stood.

The new assassin, a woman in full black with a red symbol of three lines and a weird curve on the top on her right shoulder, turned towards me and silently looked at me. I could feel her gaze burning into me through her mask, analyzing me until she looked up at my glare, her face twitching under her mask. "You don't have to worry about me, Timothy. My mistress has ordered me and my fellow assassins to protect you and your sister from these assassins without Mistresses symbol, not to harm you." She said, her voice emotionless.

I twitched, looking at both of the assassins warily. "And just why would your mistress want me protected?" I asked, bemused.

"Because, my mistress is your mother." The assassin said simply, grabbing the dead assassin, and running down the alley way and disappearing from my sight, unable to do anything but stare at her disappearing back.

What the hell did she mean by that? Selina, despite all the things we had stolen together and sold, was nobodies 'mistress'. If she did have assassins following her, we probably wouldn't be here in the first place, and I never would have gotten that call.

That could only mean, the assassin meant the mother that had abandoned me, that had left me in a hell hole to die, probably for having a birth defect. The mother that had condemned me to die. But that couldn't be the mother she was talking about, because who would abandon their child in a place to die only days after their birth to turn around and protect them?

"Timmy, what's going on?"

I turned around, all my thoughts about what the assassin said disappearing as soon as I saw Helena.

Her eyes were covered like I told her, her face covered in tear trails. She was sobbing and shaking, and if she opened her eyes, I knew they would be full of fear. And as I stared at her, one thing was made clear as she cried into her hands; Helena was not strong enough to stay here.

I picked her up, tucking her head into the crook of my shoulder as I walked the way out of Crime Alley. "It's okay, it's going to be okay, Helena." I said, brushing my free hand through her shoulder length hair.

Helena sobbed harder. "This place scares me, Timmy. The people here scare me. Can we leave? I really want to leave." She sobbed into my shoulder, her voice muffled in my clothes.

I let out a breath, nodding as my hand slipped down to her back to rub gentle circles into it. "Yeah, we're going to leave, Helena. We're going to find a new place to stay."

Helena nodded into my shoulder, her grip on me loosening on me in relief. It only made me feel even worse than before. "I miss Mommy, Timmy." Helena said, her voice still shaky as she hiccupped.

"I do to, Helena." I said, rubbing Helena's back as I passed a newspaper stand, before freezing. "Go to sleep, Helena. I think I have an idea of where we're going next."

On the front page was a picture of Batman and Robin, fighting Killer Croc on a street when he had escaped from Arkham last week. In the background, if you looked close enough, were Red Hood and Nightwing, about to join into the fight.

Selina would probably kill me for this when I found her, but I didn't have any other choice at the moment. After all, what place would be safer for Helena than Wayne Manor?

So a lot of you guys guessed it! They're going to Wayne Manor. Review on what you think!