Tim jumped back gasping as the training stick swept past him, Tim bit his lip and flipped onto the robot`s slick surface and started to slip he held on tight to the surface and decided it was best to use this as an advantage. He kicked off of the metal and landed on his feet shakily, but stable, Tim looked over to Bruce who was on the computer typing up a report about Two-face`s recent gang quarrels with the Penguin.

"Did you see that?" Tim asked excitedly./ m

vftnh7yt?" Tim asked. Suddenly the staff was swept under his feet making him fall onto his back, Tim`s eyes got wide as the staff was going strike down on him but he rolled out of the way and back to his feet, he jumped onto the large arm and before he could slip he flipped onto it`s head and pressed the signal button. The machine died down and Tim jumped off of it smiling.

"Ni-ice."

Tim sucked in a breath and turned around to see Dick walking out of the elevator, "Dick!" Tim called smiling he hadn't seen Dick in a few days and was kinda hoping They`d work on more grappling stunts.

Dick ruffled his hair, "Sup Timmy."

"Just practicing, want to spar?" Tim asked hopefully and Dick chuckled, "Maybe next time Tim, I got to talk to Bruce."

Tim nodded and headed over the bench and started testing the things Bruce gave him to keep in his utility belt. Tim looked up when he heard Bruce`s voice get a little loud and some what...annoyed...anger? He couldn't place it but what ever the two hero`s were talking about Bruce didn't like it one bit. Saying his last words Bruce pulled his cowl down and headed to the bat mobile.

"What was that about?" Tim asked jogging to Dick who was frowning. "Hmm. Oh, your parents called me and asked if I could watch over your for the week, your maid, umm-,"

"Mrs. Mac." Tim helped, Dick nodded, "yeah, that lady, she`s away for a funeral and, so you`ll be camping here for the week."

"Cool." Tim nodded, this wasn't big news, if the maid was unavailable just like his parents then he`d stay with Dick or Bruce for a while when he was younger but now that he was a little older he could stay home a least a few days by himself but not usually for an entire week, the maid always made it back soon.

"Wait s why was Bruce mad?" Tim asked frowning, Dick ran a hand threw his hair, "Well, I kinda asked him if you could to the mountain and train with the others. he didn't like that idea."

"What?" Tim gasped, "But that's...stupid, I could learn more with one sparing session with them then I could learn doing my work outs," Tim folded his arms across his chest, "I`m not even allowed to go outside, I feel like a prisoner."

Dick chuckled, "Your not a prisoner Timmy, but you got to know that Bruce doesn't want anything to happen to your, you know that right, and you know I would be just as hurt if you died to so going out even with out your suit is dangerous, but having your suit on I paints a target on you so until you can beat Bruce and me then I don't think going out is the best thing for any of us."

"Aye- men."

Tim and Dick turned around to see Batgirl walking threw the Zeta tube and pulling her cowl down, "but you`ll get there soon enough Tim."

Tim nodded politely, and Barbara smiled down at him, "wanna spar with me?"

"Really?" He asked, "Okay."

Barbara walked to the other side of the mats while he stayed on another side, Dick Sat on the bench and folded his arms over his chest, "Remember this is a Spar, no: Cursing, spitting, biting name calling or the knocking out of teeth, lets try to stay whelmed folks."

"Can I use this?" Tim asked holding up his staff, Dick and Barbara shared a look before Barbara nodded, "Fine with me."

Tim held the staff diagonal across from his body and Batgirl ran at him, he ducked a pressure jab to the neck and threw a kick to her side. Barbara Grabbed his leg and threw him, he held the staff out and it caught the ground letting him swing around the pole and get thrown into Batgirl feet first, they both hit the ground, hi on top but not for long as she flipped him over and got back to her feet. He jumped back to his own feet and ran they ran at each other, Tim dropped to the floor and slid between her legs and out behind her, she spun around just as he threw a flying kick into her jaw, She flipped backwards onto her toes and when he ran at her she swept him across his side making him hit the mat and she held him down with a foot lightly on his chest.

"Not bad, but your balance is a little off, and reaction time good improve more." Barbara said holding a hand out to help him up, he took it thankfully.

"But I`m not horrible, right?" he asked. Dick came over and tussled his hair, "No Timmy your not horrible."

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Tim shuffled his books and papers in his arms as he headed down the hall to the room Bruce and Dick were letting him use, there were so many rooms that is was easy to get lost.

Tim readjusted his things, hopping nothing would fall from his hands, Bruce gave him these books to study up on weaponry and Gotham history. Tim moved one finger and a paper fell sliding across the floor and under a large red oak door. Tim cursed to himself before looking up and down the hall. once he was sure no one was around he laid his books on a small table next to a vase, before he placed his hands on the door knob.

Tim hurried inside, closed the door behind him and flicked on the lights. He eyes went wide and it hit him, this was Robin`s room, the second Robins room, forgetting all about the paper he started to look around the room curiously, he ran his fingers over a dusty, red, electric guitar before looking a large dressed at the multiple number of torn jeans, and overly clean t-shirts having band names and a few nasty words on them. then there were a few articles of nicer clothes that had the Gotham high school logo. He looked in the drawer and for normal things like broken things, papers, three he shoved into his pocket to look at when he had more time, and he pick up and empty lighter frowning before putting it back next to the batarang the was lodged into the wood somehow.

He closed the dresser up and headed over to the desk, finding credit cards, more papers, obviously from school, one a detention because of a fight, and a few others had grades on them, the highest a B+.

Jason. That's what the papers said on them.

"Hello Jason." Tim whispered, the sketchy, smoking, C-B+ average, rock band, guitar playing, not so neat teen that was the second Robin. Jason. Jason who?

"Timothy."

Tim gasped spinning around to see Alfred gesturing him, Tim ran over to him, "I was just- the paper- it..." Tim grabbed the paper and Alfred rushed him out shutting the lights out as they went back into the hall.

"Timothy, You mustn't ever go into that room, If master Bruce ever found you in there...well his emotions only hold little when it comes to Master Jason. do you understand me young sir?" Alfred asked.

Tim nodded, "yes sir, I`m sorry Alfred."

"it is not your fault, just promise you shall never go into that room again unless instructed."

Tim nodded, feeling the paper in his pocket, "Yes, I promise." he had what he needed anyways.

A/N: Wow, thanks guys for the Reviews, there all so nice :D