A/N: : ( No one`s reviewing, faving or following so I`m assuming the last chapter wasn't the best it could be, if you have any ideas to better my writing during the story let me know how. Open to any suggestions ^^v

It had been three days since he confronted Bruce about finding out he was Batman, at all ends it didn't go well and more than once he was discouraged to continue to think of how to persuade Bruce that Batman needed Robin, if only for keeping the man sane.

That was put on hold for a small time when he received a voice message from both his parents, both said that they`d be home by the end of the week and not to give the maid trouble, which he never did, the maid was no Alfred though and he and her never spoke much.

Tim grabbed his jacket off the rack near the front door, if he wanted to get Bruce to see he meant what he was saying and prove he could do anything expected of him.

Tim pushed the door open as he used his teeth to finish pulling his jacket over his arm. He closed the door locking it behind him.

"Timmy."

Tim jumped almost dropping his keys in shook, before looking around and seeing Dick Grayson, a person that was a good friend of his. "Oh, hey." Tim smiled sheepishly, had Bruce told him about what Tim did? Did Dick know that he knew he was Nightwing?

"We need to talk." Dick stated gesturing to the front steps, Tim sat down resting his hands on his own knees as Dick sat down beside him.

"What this about?" Tim asked, Dick gave him a look, and Tim nodded, "Oh, that, Bruce told you?"

"It`s not his place not to tell me," Dick said, "tell you the truth if anyone found out I`m glad it was you but did you really want to be Robin?"

Tim shrugged, "I don't know, I know how Batman fought how he fights even without being Robin and he`s not getting any more gentle, Yeah these guy deserve it but I just saying, Batman never fought like that with Robin."

Dick took a large breath of air, "you didn't answer my last question though, and I asked if you wanted to be Robin."

Tim looked up at Dick, "Who else could be? I already know you guys, know your secret, I got into the cave on my own and yet that's still not enough, shouldn't he give me a chance?"

"If the circumstances were different maybe I don't know Bruce would but there not and we can't force him to let you join him and personally," Dick gave him a sympathetic look, "I think he`s right Tim, this job isn't-"

"For kids?" Tim growled, "what about when you were younger?"

"That's different I was trained!" Dick pointed out. Tim jumped to his feet, "Then train me!"

Dick shook his head, "That's absurd Tim!"

"NO it`s logical, I want to help Bruce but Bruce won`t let me, so why can't you? Tim frowned, Dick sighed before standing up and looking Tim in the eye, "I`m not going to endanger your life Tim, but If I show you some of the things me and Bruce do, will you try to put this whole being Robin thing on hold?"

Tim crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly, "Maybe."

"That's all I can hope for, isn't it?" Dick sighed, "Okay come on, if Bruce finds out and tries to kill us, you should know, I`m tripping you."

Tim chuckled, "So what exactly are we looking at?"

"You`ll see."

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"This is the most perfect invention of the Batarang." Dick said handing out a small bat shaped item, it had the curving characteristics of a boomerang but the ends were thinner and sharper, made of a light metal to easily fly through the air quickly.

Dick handed it to him and Tim smiled as he took the cold metal in his hands, "Cool." He breathed, he was unaware of Dick smiling knowingly, "Want to give it a try?"

"What?" Tim asked looking up at him in confusion.

Dick nodded to a dummy a few yard off and Tim raised an eyebrow, "will it go that far?"

Dick nodded grabbing another batarang out and throwing it with such ease it looked like nothing. The dummy jerked backwards on its hinges as the blade made contact to the shoulder area.

"It`s just like skipping rocks, just flick your wrist and you want to us your thumb and your pointer finger to grasp it." Dick instructed. Tim looked up at him, "but your whole hand opened when you threw it."

Dick smirked, "nice observation, even if you only really need to use these those two fingers, you want to open your whole hand once you throw it to avoid getting snagged."

Tim nodded, "So I could lose a finger just throwing this?"

Dick shrugged, "I don't know if it`ll cut bone but you might need stitches, I cut my palm open when I was first starting out, and Jas- never mind um go ahead."

Tim noticed this slip up but decided not to pursue it any further seeing the way calm expression was forced, Tim nodded and took a few steps forward throwing it, putting in the variables that Nightwing told him to do.

Tim waited to see if he had did it when the jerked back again and Tim could just make out a batarang abetted in the dummy`s chest.

"Nice!" Dick congratulated clapping, Tim turned to Dick, "What else is there?"

Dick smiled brightly, "Oh trust me there`s a lot of things come on, I`ll show you some explosives." They started to head to a large door and Dick pulled up a small panel opening it, the room was bright, large and just by looking at the walls it was indestructible.

Dick handed Tim a few things just a bit bigger than a marble, "Here, mess with these, I`ve got to get into costume, please don't blow yourself up."

"Of course not." Tim smirked, he turned away just as Dick left the room, he looked over the small orbs and suddenly chucked one across the floor, he didn't except to the go off the moment it touched the ground and he was thrown back hitting the wall.

"Ow." Tim breathed, "note to self don't do that again."

Tim threw another one a lot further away and was able to see it explode on impact, it wasn't the flames that were barley even there for a moment, it was the blast, the pressure coming from the tiny orb in that second that would throw people off their feet, this wasn't designed to kill only disorient. Clever.

Tim threw the last three grenade pellets and decided to go find Dick, this time he felt more comfortable walking around the cave then the first time he was here, it wasn't as dark knowing that he had someone who wanted him here.

Tim saw Dick on the other side of the cave by to computer talking to someone on his com. Tim was about to go over to him when he spotted a smaller light coming from a large glass case. Tim walked up to it and blinked, this was the Robin suit.

Tim didn't know how long he stood there staring at the suit, it`s stitches lining almost everything, there were still smaller holes visible in the fabric. Tim didn't look away from the glass display case glass someone came up to stand beside him.

"He died," Tim said finally looking up at Batman who must have come just a few minutes ago, "Didn't he?"

Batman stared at the glass before closing his eyes, "Yes, yes he did."

"I`m sorry." Tim stated, it made sense now, why Batman didn't want another partner, There was a silence that fell over them before Bruce spoke again, "This doesn't change the fact you want to be Robin, does it."

"No," Tim said, "I still want to help you, help others. I`m not scared of what could happen."

"Good," Bruce stated, "If it`s what you want, but you know it`ll be harder for you right?"

"What isn't?" Tim challenged with a smirked.

"You`ll be lying to your parents."

"There never home or I`ll make something up."

"You`ll have to go through training of course."

"Fine with me."

Batman looked down at Tim and he returned to look, after a few moments Batman sighed, "Don't make me regret this Tim."

"Regret what?" Dick said as he walked over to them, the look on Tim`s face was all he needed to figure it out, "Are you serious?"

"Of course I am." He looked at Tim, "Head down to where the mats are, your training starts now."

Tim nodded and raced off, only once he was out of sight did Bruce turn to Nightwing, "If he can complete his training then there`s no reason he can't be out there, But I`m going to make sure he knows everything there is it fighting, history will not repeat itself."

Dick looked down at the boy below them on the mats waiting for Bruce patiently, "I hope your right."