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"I…think…this…is….very one sided." Tim ducked a punch from Bruce and that`s what they`d been doing all week, only dodging, nothing more, ducking left and right, and pushups, jumping jacks, running, it felt like gym class!

"How so?" Bruce asked as he threw another punch, Tim jumped back, "Um I still don't know how to fight, nothing you haven't taught me anything."

"You're not ready." Bruce said plainly, "If I told you to run you would ask how long, how far, it doesn't matter you should run and never stop till I tell you to, even if it`s hours later, or just minutes. Why do you feel ready for something else?"

"Yeah, I –," Bruce swung a foot under Tim making the twelve year old him the floor, "Then go ahead."

"What?"

"Go run." Bruce stated, "I be up in a minute."

"Okay. Do you want me to run there to?" Tim asked, Bruce blinked throwing Tim a towel, "Don't be a smart ass."

"It`s in my nature." Tim chuckled. Tim ran the towel threw his hair as he headed to the elevator. He went inside and decided to go to the Cave`s second level and head over to the costume in the glass. Tim smiled and looked over his shoulder, "Hey Bruce."

"I thought you were going to the track." Bruce yelled back from the third floor. Tim shrugged, "Can I try this thing on?"

There was a pause before Bruce grappled to the edge of the grounds and jumped up beside him looking at the case, "No, you`ll get your own."

"Can it be cooler?" Tim asked.

"Sure Tim, It`ll be the coolest thing ever." Bruce said as he walked away, Tim ran after him coming into pace, "Are you mocking me?"

A small smile on the man`s lips told him so, "you know if you keep mocking me I`ll have to ask for vacation days and maybe a pay check."

"And I might just dye your new suit purple." Bruce smirked, Tim faked a gasped as they walked into the elevator, "you don't scare me Batman, I`m immune to your glares because I know that you're just my friendly neighbor who-, "Bruce Glared down at him and Tim blinked, "I`ll shut up."

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"Can….we…..please….stop!?" Tim gasped, they`d been jogging forever, he didn't even know what time it was, Bruce was just starting to work a sweat while Tim was practically drowning in his own, but he refused to stop even if he felt like throwing up.

"Just top this path we can, think you can make it?" Bruce asked. Tim nodded gasping for breath, "Sure, what's a little blood loss later anyway."

They, after what felt like forever, made it to the top of the path and Tim fell on his butt onto a pile of leaves the only movement he made was his racing chest and when Bruce threw him a water bottle.

"Hour and a half."

"What?" Tim asked, "I think I have brain damage now."

"Your fine, you ran for an hour and a half, good job." Bruce stated. Tim put up a thumbs up inhaling his water quickly. Bruce nodded to the direction of the house, "Come on, I`ll teach you some basics if you can still stand when we get there."

Tim nodded getting to his feet slowly, he had to run to catch up with Bruce and his legs hurt so badly but not as much as his sides. Tim looked up seeing someone walking over to them, it defiantly wasn't Alfred and not Dick, so who?

The woman reached them glancing down at Tim and then looking at Bruce, "Alfred said you guys were out here, so it`s true, you got another one, that's real smart Bruce."

Bruce took a deep sigh, "Tim this is Barbara, she`s-

"Jim Gordon`s Daughter and Batgirl." Tim smiled, "I looked at your file on the Bat-computer. Nice to meet you."

"The feelings mutually kid, but I don't think this whole hero thing is for you." Barbara said, "There are too many causalities for a ten-

"Twelve." Tim corrected.

"Twelve year old kid to be doing this, do you really want to know how many psychopaths are out there?" Barbara asked. Tim blinked calmly, "Actually yeah I do, I read over all of Batman`s cases in my spare time and there were a lot."

Barbara looked to Bruce, "You're really doing this?"

Bruce nodded, "this isn't up for debate Barbara, Tim is doing great for just this two weeks, I think if he`s smart then he`ll be okay."

"All of us are smart Bruce, were smart, But It`s not him that would do something wrong it`s the other people you get involved with." Barbara stated, "I`m not trying to be hard on him but-"

"He`ll be fine Barbara," Bruce said, "besides he still has a long way to go before he`s out on the streets."

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"Okay so what happened?" Jack asked frowning at his son`s story as the man ate his mashed potatoes. Tim smiled nodded, "Yeah, so after I got into the library this kid came up to me and asked if I could help him reach a book, so what could I do, I climbed the book case but one of the selves wasn't as strong and It broke and all the books fell out of the selves. The librarian made me clean it up and that`s why I`m late to dinner."

Janet frowned, "God it`s a miracle the whole thing didn't crash down on you, are you okay at least?"

Tim shrugged, he had gone over this lie just before leaving Bruce`s house, an injury would make it all the more real to his parents and it didn't even have to be noticeable. But imagining if the situation was real he might of twisted an ankle landing on the ground or hurt his wrist. He chose his wrist.

"I think I pulled my wrist when I tried to grab too many books at once, but I doesn't hurt anymore and I can move it just fine, see?" Tim rolled his wrist around to show his parents and Jack nodded, "As long as you're okay. And I'm still not too thrilled that you left the house without telling the maid and the libray is all the way down town"

"I told you, "Tim said eating a piece of broccoli as if the stuff the lies coming from his mouth, "she was busy and I didn't want to bother her, so I asked Alfred to drive me, that reminds me, Alfred, Bruce and Dick are catching and annual showing of It`s a Wonderful Life tomorrow and they invited me and you guys to." Tim lied.

His mother frowned, "That would be great but I and your father have a late meeting tomorrow."

Tim forced a frown, he knew this, and he just wanted to make his lie all the more real, he hated himself he was enjoying this, "But can I still go over there?"

His parents exchanged glances before looking back to him, "I think that`d be okay, that way you're not stuck inside all day reading."

"Thanks." Tim smiled he continued to up his lie by telling his parents about the books he looked at, at the library, in a child innocence voice, finally he got himself to shut up and finish his food quickly before heading to bed. He was avoiding showers the best he could after coming home Tuesday after running looking to get clean and get off that sweat smell but the hot water only killed his legs and the next day he was stuck doing pull ups. Not fun.

So when he got him he put on all types of smell go stuff so his parents wouldn't know he was working his but off to train lately his body was adapting to all the working out and he no longer considered taking cold showers instead.

But then again is wasn't every night he had to hid from his parents, most of the time they were working in the study or they weren't home at all. They days were passing quickly but Bruce slowed them to a crawling halt every few times for new exercises.

"Are you serious?" Tim asked as he held onto the bar doing another set of pull up as Bruce walked over and told him to try one arm.

"I don't joke Tim." Bruce said calmly, get to it, you won't know how useful it really is till you use it in a fight." Bruce walked away to the computer sitting down. Tim rolled his eyes and pulled himself up once more so he had his whole arm wrapped around the bar while he let his other arm go limp at his side.

He grabbed the bar hard and then tried starting his pull ups one handed, it was harder than two arms but not a hard as he thought after the few days he had been working on upper body strength.

There were more then that and now the only thing exciting Tim was when Bruce was helping him with his hand stand stabling the kid so he wouldn't fall.

"Hold that and then try arching backwards," Bruce said blinking once. Tim nodded gasping it wasn't as easy as the T.V made it look. Tim did as told and landed back on his feet stumbling slightly. He turned to Bruce, "You know it`s times like this that make me feel like I`m training to be a gymnast."

That got a smirk out of the man and Tim saved this moment he was sure he wouldn't be seeing the man smile a lot once he started going to the streets as Robin.

That day thought was different, by a lot. His parents were catching a late flight to Metropolis that morning so he didn't have to make an excuse to leave the house.

Tim walked out of the elevator and smiled brightly when he saw Dick talking to Bruce, he didn't waste time going over to them, "Are you going to be help me with hand stands today?" Tim asked, Dick was nicer then Bruce or more prone to laughing and playing jokes so that would have been fine with him.

Dick smiled, "Only have right, Bruce has some stuff with the league, and I`m taking the day off to show you how to really fly."

"What?" Tim blinked in confusion. Dick gestured to the trapeze set beside them rising up to at least to the third floor of the cave, Tim smiled, "You're going to teach me what you do?"

Dick nodded and Tim ran to the trapeze set, "Okay then let's get!"

"Tim, wait." Bruce said halting him from going any further, "You can't be up there in jeans and a t-shirt, so try this on." Bruce threw him a suit and Tim smiled unfolding it to see red and black and a metal 'R' on the chest.

"It`s not finished yet, only a rough design but it`ll work for this." Bruce stated looking up at the trapeze. "Thanks Bruce!" Tim smiled, he left to go get changed and into the suit playing with the metal 'R' on his chest before he went back out, Bruce wasn't there and Dick had already set up the net on the trapeze and was climbing the pole, "use the second pole right there, I`ll tell you what to do from here." Dick called over to him as Tim started to climb the pole till he reached the small platform. He undid the bar and held on tightly, "Now what?" Tim asked frowning at the drop.

"Swing over to me I`ll catch you don't worry." Dick smiled Dick didn't wait for Tim and started to swing back and forth himself, the ropes were only long enough to meet at the middle so that meant Tim would have to let go and trust Dick not to drop him.

Tim swallowed hard and held on tightly, the gloves helped so his hands didn't sweat and he wouldn't slip. Tim jumped off and gasped holding on tightly as he swung, Dick grabbed Tim`s ankles and Tim let go of him bar. They were a few feet from the next platform when Dick threw Tim towards it, "Flip." He instructed Tim did what he thought was the right move but ended up landing on his back on the platform.

"Ow." Tim hissed standing up, Dick landed beside him laughing, "Not bad, a little slow on the flip but not bad at all."

"Thanks." Tim said roughly rubbing the back of his neck, after a moment he looked up at Dick, "Again?"

"Again." Dick smiled, "Wait for me to come back around." He instructed, Dick grabbed the bar and shifted on it so he was olding on with his legs, he swung back towards Tim, "Now." Tim grabbed Dick`s outstretched hands and held on tightly as he swung him to the next bar, this time when Dick let go Tim wasn't as slow on the flip and managed to grab the bar and land on the platform in one piece.

"Awesome!" Dick called, "Here jump to me."

"Without the bar, are you crazy?" Tim gasped looking down at the drop.

"Do a flip midair it`ll carry you, and if you don't make it there's always the net." Dick reassured him, Tim rolled his eyes, true, and he wasn't going to seem like a baby in front of Dick right now. Tim took a few paces back and then ran to the edge flipping more than ounce, intentional or not and Dick caught him by his wrist and sung to the next bar, Tim caught it with his legs and swung once before grabbing Dick`s hand, but this time Dick dropped off of the bar and Tim gasped struggling to hold Dick in the air before they made it to the platform.

"Why`d you do that?" Tim hissed, "I could have dropped you!"

Dick shrugged smiling, "I trust you, besides you didn't and that means Bruce has been killing you with upper body work outs, am I right."

Tim nodded and Dick placed a hand on his shoulder, "Hey, trust yourself a little."

Tim only nodded again before they started swinging again.

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"You're fighting who?" Tim asked casually eating a cookie Alfred had brought down for him after he had finished his set of work outs. Dick had left an hour ago having something to do with a team. So that left him here, he didn't feel like going home yet and Bruce had decided to check in threw the coms.

"Bane." Batman said, the sound of something metal breaking only made Tim worry about Bruce`s life.

"And how's that working out?" Tim questioned taking another bite of the cookie.

"He`s-," a small explosion interrupted him but Bruce was back in a second, "throwing a lot of thing and it`s making it hard to get him."

"Bane gets stronger the madder he gets right," Tim stated, "How mad would you say he is?"

"Very." Bruce said, "Ahg!"

"Batman? Batman!" Tim yelled, Bruce didn't answer and Tim pushed the chair aside, forget orders, Batman needed his help.