Hey guys, I'm so sorry for taking so long to write this chapter, I honestly didn't mean to take an entire month to write one chapter. The last chapter I posted was right before my school started, so when I posted that, I had no one idea just how much work my teachers were going to give me. I'm starting to settle in now, so hopefully it won't take as long, but with PSATs coming up soon, and since my English teacher is making me take it even though I'm only a freshman, I'm not sure. But I promise I'm doing my best to give you guys the best chapter that I can give out.

ToughGirlsRuleTheWorld: How Bruce feels about them is kind of similar to how he felt when Damian came in. He's kind of awkward about it, but still tries to do his best, and even though he doesn't know that Tim is his son right now, he's going to at least try to be nice to him, for Helena's sake at the very least, and I have a plan to show it more in the next chapter. And the batclan has seen Tim's computer skills, to some extent. They know he can hack a little bit, but they don't know just how awesome he is just yet. Tim won't see Selina yet for a while, but I'll make sure you guys get to see the moment when Talia wants to talk to Selina. I can't say how they'll feel about it yet, since I have planned an entire arc, I guess you could say, telling more about Tim's past and that will tie in with how the Batfamily finds out about his condition. I can tell you that it will be mixed emotions, though. And about how Bruce feels about Selina letting Tim be a vigilante with a heart condition, he's going to be very conflicted, since he has let an eight year old run around in scaly green underwear in Gotham. I'm going to write more on that in later chapters, and why Selina let him be a vigilante, I'm going to reveal when she wakes up and talks with Talia; which won't be too long from now, since all she needs to do is be able to stay conscious long enough to talk to Talia. As for how Damian's reacting… well, let's say he could be doing worse. I mean, Helena is a four-year-old with no special training, so he won't be too jealous, but at the same he still as that little piece of him that's jealous of the attention she's going to be getting. Especially since Helena is the only living human in that building who will willing cuddle with Dick, and will therefore get a lot of his attention. The other bat kids already have experience in a 'new kid' coming to their house, so they're kind of going with it for now, especially since all of them have been in bad situations when they came into the Manor. If anything, they're probably going to relate with her very well.

Disclaimer: I do not own DC Nation. If I did, Tim Drake would get his own movie.

Janet POV

"What's her health status?" I asked, looking down at the woman on the medical bed.

Selina Kyle, who looked like she was on her death bed when she was first found, had improved greatly in the past day. Her skin, although still pale, had more color to it than before, and her once shallow breathing, was beginning to even out.

But there were many other things that had not healed, things that would take a lot longer than just one day of healing. Her broken bones, from the reports I was given recently, were put in casts a few hours ago, and probably wouldn't heal for six months at the very least. Not to mention with all of the deep cuts and gashes littering her body, it take a very long time before she would be fully recovered from the wounds Ra's ninja had given her.

However, Talia never said she had to be completely healed, she just said that Kyle had to be able to talk.

"She's stable for now, and we've stopped her wounds from becoming infected." The doctor sighed, "But she was half dead by the time she was brought here, so her body has shut down so that she can regain enough energy to support herself without our machines. At best, it will take her three days for her to become even semi-conscious. At the worst…. a month."

I frowned, sending the doctor a glare. "We don't have that kind of time, Doctor." I snapped. "We need Kyle awake now."

The doctor nodded, his eyes widening in panic. "Of course, Mrs. Drake, we're doing everything we can to make sure she wakes up quick enough to be questioned. And like I said, that was just the worst case scenario, she will probably wake up much sooner than that."

I nodded, turning away from him at the sound of the door creaking open. "Just make sure she does wake up sooner rather than later." I said, before walking away from him, and towards the ninja who was now closing the door.

"What do you have to report?" I asked, my heels clicking against the floor until I stopped in front of the ninja.

The ninja bowed her head, before it rose slowly. "Talia has been captured by Ra's." She said, her voice grim.

I narrowed my eyes, pressing my lips into a thin line. "I was wondering when Ra's was going to do that." I sighed, "Has he done anything else to her?"

The ninja shook her head, "Besides putting her in a dungeon cell; no. Currently, all of the ninjas in The Palace are split. Some are siding with Ra's, others with Mistress Talia, and the ninja who aren't sure who to follow are being persuaded by other ninjas to pick sides. It's a civil war in the Palace, Ra's ninja attacking Mistress Talia's at every chance they get, and it's the same vise versa."

I nodded, tapping my finger against my chin in thought. "I see. Is Talia still in the dungeon then?" I asked.

The ninja shook her head, "Yes. None of the ninja have made a move to get her from the dungeon." She said, "The reports are vague, but from what I can piece together, Ra's has his most loyal and deadly assassins guarding all the exits. And with all the fighting in the Palace, Mistress Talia would only be a bigger target in the open if she did attempted to leave. Ironic as it is, the safest place for Mistress Talia is the dungeon right now, since even Ra's himself could not get there if he wanted to."

I narrowed my eyes, nodding. "We'll have to organize a retrieval squad right away then. Is there anything else you have to report to me?"

"Yes," The ninja nodded, "we've just received word thirty minutes ago about a possible plan that Ra's is using to kill the boy, Timothy. We're still verifying the facts to see if our resources are correct, but a few of the ninja in the Palace on Mistress Talia's side, have said that they heard Ra's hiring Deathstroke to go after the Timothy."

My hands closed into tight fists at the information, small droplets of blood running down my hand, and onto the ground. Talia and I both knew that Ra's both hated and feared Timothy solely for his birth defect, he had made himself quite clear about that when the twins were born. But this?

Ra's had not called on another person to help him in his battles for a long time, only using it as a last resort when his hands were tied. But Timothy had no clue of his own heritage, let alone of anything to do with the League of Assassins; he was no threat. So why was he going to such extremes to kill his own grandson?

"Where is Timothy's location now?" I asked coldly, the ninja in front of me fidgeting nervously.

"He was last seen leaving the Cat's Cradle with Nightwing. He is with his biological father, not that he knows that, anyways." The ninja said.

"That won't be good enough." I said, shaking my head. "Gotham will still have psychopaths running loose, and Batman will mostly likely looking into the attack on the Kyle family. They'll be too stretched thin to defeat Deathstroke before he injures Timothy."

I sighed. "I suppose I don't have any other choice in the matter. Katana, call Lady Shiva away from her mission Siberia, and inform her of the situation. I want her to be the leader of the retrieval team to bring back Talia." I wrinkled my nose in disgust, my lips stretching into a dark scowl. "And after you're done with that, call him."

Katana's eyes widened behind her mask. "You mean…?"

I closed my eyes, my mouth tasting like ash at the mere thought of him. "Yes, I want you to call Timothy's godfather. If that psychotic lunatic is good for anything, he'll be able to protect Timothy. I just hope he doesn't screw this up somehow."

Tim POV

The bathroom in Wayne Manor was amazing, probably ten times better than anything Selina had in her apartment. There was a wide tub at the end of the room, which I almost mistook as a jacuzzi when I first walked in, sitting next to the glass door shower. The tiles were dark blue and black, matching the dark garnet counters that stood out proudly in the bathroom.

But as fabulous as the bathroom looked, it wasn't what I was staring at.

Originally, there had been 480 tiny pills in my giant medicine bottle, which was able to last me 120 days before I had to buy a new one. But now, after the attack in Crime Alley, sixteen black and red pills were in my hand, staring back at me as if to say I was running out of time.

Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't be worried. Selina was really paranoid when it came down to me and my pills, so she would always keep a spare bottle just in case something happened. The problem was, this was the spare bottle; and with only sixteen pills left, that only gave me four days to search for Selina, before my condition started to act up.

The problem with my condition, was that even if we did find pills to help, it took a high dosage of pills for it to even begin to work. Each pill was three milligrams, and the starting point for it to work was twelve milligrams, or else it wouldn't work at all. That meant I couldn't try to cheat and only take two and hope that it helps.

No. I was on a deadline. I had 96 hours to search for Selina before I had no more pills left, and after that… I wasn't sure.

"Hey Tim, are you alright?" Dick asked, knocking.

I jumped at the sudden noise, my fingers curling protectively around my pills, before I relaxed. "Yeah." I said, dropping twelve of the pills in a plastic bag, before sealing it tightly. "What do you need?"

I dropped the four pills into my mouth, dry swallowing them as Dick said, "Alfred said breakfast is ready. Are you sure you're okay, Tim? You've been in there for a while."

"I'm alright." I said, shoving the bag into my pocket and slipping my heart monitor on my wrist. I tucked the watch under my sleeve, making sure it wasn't noticeable, before opening the door. "Let's go."

Dick frowned, his eyes covered with concern, but he nodded anyways. "So, how did you sleep last night?" Dick asked, as he started to lead the way towards the kitchen.

I shrugged, pushing my bangs out of my face.

With everything that had happened yesterday, with everything that I had lost, I was exhausted beyond words. Before Nightwing had even brought me through the empty Batcave, I had already been dragging my feet, my arms hanging at my sides like dead weight. And when Dick finally showed me to my room, I passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

That didn't mean I slept well, though.

The entire night I had been plagued with nightmares; there were some old terrors like flashbacks of whips, knives, blood, scars, being used and tossed aside, and The Collar. And then there were the new nightmares; the fear of being abandoned, hated, and losing everything I had worked so hard to gain; flashbacks of the past and present haunting me till I woke up sweaty and the taste of vomit in the back of my throat. So, all in all, I didn't sleep very well last night.

"Okay enough." I lied, keeping my eyes down so that Dick couldn't see the obvious lie.

Dick frowned in the corner of my eye, the worry he had last night never leaving his eyes. "Okay." He said, not believing me, but letting it go as we walked to the kitchen.

I let out a relieved sigh, before I started to frown again. When Nightwing had brought me back here, nobody else had seen me come in with him. Did they even know I was here? "Dick, the others… they know you brought me here, right?" I asked, looking up at him as he chuckled.

"You don't become the World's Greatest Detective's protege by being an idiot, Tim. The others know you're here. " Dick said, pausing slightly, before he continued. "And so does Helena."

I winced, guilt eating away at my insides. "How did she react?" I asked, grimacing as thoughts ran through my head. "Damn, she probably hates my guts right now, doesn't she?"

I closed my eyes slowly as I thought of all the times I had been abandoned before I left the orphanage. I had been young then, really young before I toddled out of that hell hole, so I didn't remember every single time I had been dumped at the orphanage doors. But the times I did remember, those times I thought I had something going for me, only for me to be left at the doors of the orphanage again, without anything being said except for 'I'm sorry'; I was furious. I didn't understand why they left me back then, after saying nice things like 'we'll find a way to make it work' and 'we'll never leave you'.

But even then, with everything that had happened in the past, I hadn't been with a family for four years, and then left at a mystery parent's house, like Helena. And if I was mad at what happened when I was a toddler… then it wouldn't surprise me if Helena never wanted to look me in the eyes again.

"The exact opposite actually."

I blinked, looking up at Dick in surprise. "What?" I asked, my mouth hanging open in shock.

Dick smiled gently, "When I told her this morning that you came back, she was actually pretty happy. She said that she was glad that you hadn't done anything stupid." Dick laughed, shaking his head. "By the way, what did you do to get called stupid by a four-year-old?"

I shrugged, before dropping them sluggishly, still somewhat shocked that Helena didn't hate me. "I blame it on Mom; she's encouraged Helena to call me out on stuff, ever since her teacher taught her the word paranoid."

Dick snickered, shaking his head as some of the concern started to leave his eyes, and humor replaced it. "So that's where she learned the word. I was wondering where a four-year-old like her figured out what the word meant ever since she said it at the table, before I went to get you."

"Please don't tell me she said that to Bruce." I said, smirking a little at the idea of Batman's four-year-old daughter calling him paranoid.

"Who else would she say that to?" Dick asked, chuckling. "I think I saw Alfred with a camera, so you can see his face later. Even if he didn't, this entire place is wired, so if Alfred doesn't have it, I bet I can get Barbara to give me the pictures at her apartment."

I nodded, before freezing as Dick moved to open a door; loud voices echoing through the thick wood, a distinct toddler voice standing out from the rest. Dick looked at me confused, pausing with his hand hovering over the door knob, before he looked like he understood. "Tim, you know, if you're not ready-"

"No." I said, cutting him off. "I'll be fine."

Dick nodded, looking at me unsurely. "If you're sure, Tim." He said, before opening the door.

I followed Dick in, closing the door silently behind me, before I saw something blur through my eyesight, and stumbled as I felt myself get tackled.

"TIMMY!" Helena yelled as I took a few steps back, her face buried into my stomach with her arms wrapped around my legs.

I froze, tensing before I looked down at Helena.

All of the smudges of dirt that had stained her skin were now gone, along with any sign that she had been in Crime Alley washed away. Her clothes that had been dirty were gone, replaced by an oversize shirt that came down to her ankles, with sleeves that engulfed her tiny arms. Her hair, which was dirty and slightly knotted, was now cleanly pulled into a braid that ended at the shirt's collar.

"I missed you." She said, her arms tightening around my leg, while breaking me out of my thoughts. "I was scared you did something stupid."

I swallowed thickly, nodding my head as I unwrapped her arms from around my leg. "Yeah, I know, I missed you too." I said, forcing myself to give her a small smile as she looked up at me, barely able to keep my voice from shaking, before I looked away; guilt still killing me inside.

As I looked up at the table, I imagined it was probably what most mornings here were like; Bruce sitting at the head of the table with a newspaper in front of him, a mug of coffee and a piece of toast in front of him. Next to him was Dick, who was having a one-sided conversation with Jason, who was eating like he wouldn't get the chance to ever again. And then of course, Damian was scowling, with Cassandra saying nothing as she watched Dick and Jason with amusement.

But it felt different. The air was awkward and tense, Jason sending me a sideways glance every now and then, while Cassandra would occasionally stare at me like I was a mystery she was trying to understand. I could feel Bruce's eying me from over his newspaper, and as much as I knew Dick was trying to act normal, I saw him worriedly fidget in his seat as I sat down. Damian, of course, didn't try to hide anything at all, glaring at across the table like I just killed his dog, or something.

"Who did the braid?" I asked, trying to ignore the stares burn into my body.

Helena's smile widened, her small hand tugging the braid over her shoulder as she her eyes brightened. "Jason did it." She said, giggling as I looked over at said guy.

I smirked as Jason rolled his eyes, his mouth still too full for him to speak. Who would have thought Red Hood, anti-hero of the bad side of Gotham and the second oldest son of the Batman, could braid hair? And from the way her hair was wrapped into the braids so tight and neatly, in it's intricate french braid pattern; he was really good at it, apparently.

"It's not that hard." He huffed at my smirk, shoving another piece of pancakes in his mouth, even as he lightly blushed.

Damian rolled his eyes, before moving his gaze from Jason to me. "How long are you staying here anyways?" He asked, the disgust clear in his voice.

I bit my lip, dropping on of Alfred's pancakes onto my plate. "Not too long, just till I have an idea of where Selina is." I said, not missing the way that Dick and Cassandra frowned, and Jason's eyes narrowing.

"That will still take some time." Bruce said, looking at Helena cautiously, before continuing. "You and Helena will need to get your things later, after breakfast if you want to."

Helena nodded, smiling past her syrup sticky lips. "Yeah!" Helena said excitedly, since she hadn't seen what had happened to the apartment last night.

I winced, remembering how destroyed the place had been. Helena had already seen enough last night, she didn't need to see our broken home, too. "I can go there by myself," I said, suddenly losing my appetite as I drew circles in the syrup on the plate. "There's not much that we need here, I can bring the clothes back by myself."

Helena frowned, pouting at me. "But I want to see home too, Timmy."

I grimaced, my hand tightening around my fork till my knuckles turned white. I covered the grimace with a small smile quickly, before Helena saw, her frown deepening.

With everything that had changed in one day, I understood why she'd want to see something familiar. But if I took her back home, with how trashed it was now… it would only hurt her more. Though, if I did some clean up while I was picking up the clothes… well, no one said I couldn't bring her back later.

"Next time." I said, watching as she blinked at me confused. "I'm just going there to pick up the stuff we need for now, but we can go there together another time. So we can stay there a little bit longer instead of rushing."

Helena, still pouting, nodded. "Okay, Timmy." She said.

Bruce raised his eyebrow, before slowly nodding. "Alright, I'll have Alfred drive you there."

I shook my head, my eyes wide at the thought of a limo driving up to our apartment complex. Sure, our apartment wasn't in the poorer part of Gotham, but still, seeing a limo pull up in front of our apartment building…. it would raise a lot of questions. "You don't have to, I can walk there just fine. It's not too far from here…. once I get of this neighborhood." I said, remembering just how big this one street was. For some reason, every rich person on this neighborhood thought they needed at least fifteen acres of land that they never used, making this the biggest neighborhood in all of Gotham.

"I insist Master Timothy," Alfred said, appearing behind me, years of experience from dealing with bats the only thing that kept me from jumping. "It would take too long for you to walk, and is completely unnecessary. I'd be more than happy to take you."

I bit my lip, looking at Bruce and then Alfred, before nodding with a sigh. Between the Dark Knight and the only man that could tell the Batman what to do, there was no way I'd be able to refuse their offer for a ride. "Okay," I said, standing up from the table. "But please try to downgrade from a limo, I don't want to try to explain to my neighbors why I'm pulling up in a care more expensive than the apartment itself. Also, please don't call me 'master'."

I hope you guys like this chapter, sorry if it wasn't as good as my others. Part of this was typed on my phone, and I've also been really scatterbrained since high school started, which means I might start looking for a beta to look over my stuff before I post it. Though, I'm not sure if I will since I've never had a beta look over my stuff for me.

Also, thank you to ToughGirlsRuleTheWorld for giving me the inspiration to make Jason, dread of the Gotham underworld, braid Helena's hair.