Tim sat in the chair to the batcave, his legs where pulled up to his chest and one arm was wrapped around his knees, he was on the computer hoping that Bruce might contact him and let him know he didn't die. he hated not knowing, he hated not being there with Batman, wasn't this the reason he became Robin? To help Batman? He hated to silence so much he almost wanted to go after Bruce.

But the warning Bruce told him made him glue himself in place, part of his training was that he knew everything about every villain, that was easy, seeing how he pretty much was batman`s official stalker for a whole year, looking into the people Batman fought was just common batman 101, but he dug deeper, hacking into a poorly protected fire wall in the police station and tracing a direct line into Arkham, easy. but then again Batman got more out of his opponents, origin wise then Arkham guards did.

And after looking threw Joker`s file it gave him shivers down his spine and sleep harder to come by, just thinking that Bruce was actually looking foe this evil man, how could he not worry? he was sure, positive that Dick and Jason Todd, the first two robins didn't follow every rule Batman gave them but did they have their career on the line like him?

He should go help, it was the right thing to do, yet, the order Bruce, Batman gave him rang in his head like a siren, his body wasn't moving but his mind was going faster then flash`s.

"Late watch Timothy?" Alfred asked, setting down a small plate on the computer keys in front of him, he had been so out of tune he hadn't heard the butler come down to the cave.

"sort of." Tim muttered, he looked down at the hot cocoa and cookies and sadly it only made him feel sick to think he`d have to eat, he wasn't in the mood and he throat felt dry, he couldn't eat, "Thanks Alfred, but I don't think I can eat."

Alfred smiled softly at him, "You shouldn't worry master timothy, He can handle himself, he`s done it before."

Tim frowned, "But he`s alone, he shouldn't have to be."

"Tim, he isn't alone, Batgirl is with him at the moment, and you and me are here, he is not alone," Alfred reassured, "now all this worrying will stunt your growth, Bruce will be happy to know you were productive in his absence."

Tim sighed but nodded and slipped off the chair, Alfred was right he needed to get to work...

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The night had been long, filled with chases, fighting and burns from Joker`s toxic chemicals he massed produced and plane to pour into the Gotham Water System, poisoning everyone into dying from laughter, his signature, by the time he had captured to mad-man and returned him, and his homicidal girl-friend back to Arkham, and running into a robbery, small at best, before heading back to the cave, it was five am. it was when the car pulled into the lit cave did he remember Tim.

he walked up the steps, pulling his cowl down and smiling slightly when he saw Tim leaning against the weight bench towel wrapped around his shoulder and letting out small even breaths to show he was asleep. Bruce walked away to get dressed out od his costume for a moment before he walked over to Tim and picked the kid up and carried him upstairs, Tim`s arms hung limply over his shoulders and his head was at an awkward angle as he carried him up the cave steps, like he had never been carried like this before, thinking about it only made it seem more likely, both Tim`s parents spent so little time with Tim and excepted a mature adult from someone so young that in others eyes it would be counted as abuse.

but how was he any different? Dick, Jason and Tim were expected to know how to fight these super-powered people like Bain, or Killer Croc that even most people his own age ran in fear from, they had to know how to get out of life threatening situations and do anything to complete a mission. Was he really any different, especially after Ja-

Bruce shoved the thought out of his head, he didn't need any more nightmares about his young ward, Bruce readjusted Tim in his arms to reach for to door knob on Tim`s bedroom in the manor and walked in, with Dick or Jason, he`d be worried about tripping over a backpack, guitar or a laptop. but Tim`s room, was spotless, and everything was always put back, another thing that his parents probably forced on the kid, how much time did Tim really have time to be really himself. When Dick first started to babysit Tim when he was around six, it took the kid three weeks to know that he could ask them questions and not get told that he should already know these questions. poor kid.

Bruce lowered Tim down on bed and pulled the covers over the twelve year old, he pushed Tim's black hair out of his eyes and smiled softly, Dick or Jason had fallen asleep a few times in the cave and he`d bring them up to their room, so after a while...this was habit.

"Good night Timothy."

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"Mom." Tim hesitated holding the handle of his backpack and a book, standing just outside her door, his mother stood placing a few papers into a folder and putting it into a suitcase that laid neatly on the bed, He could hear his father in the other room getting ready in his office, "What Timothy." she asked rather sharply, she didn't look up at him as she continued to pack her things for Haiti.

"Um," he swallowed, "Since you guys are leaving, can I stay at Mr. Wayne`s."

"Go ask your father Timothy, I`m busy." she said, she glanced at him and frowned, "Timothy Drake, I`ve told you before, stand straight, and stop dragging that bag, Damn." she growled, her phone started ringing in the middle of her sentence and she answered it, walking over to him and closing the door as she talked to the person on the other end. Tim sighed and walked across the hall to his Dad`s room/ Office, "Dad?"

His dad looked up at him as he put oh a trench coat over his suit, "I don't have time Timothy, ask your mother...and straighten up."

His dad grabbed his suit case and walked past and opened the door to his mothers door, "hurry up Janet were going to be late."

"Don't rush me Jack." she growled and pulled on her own jacket and suitcase and bag, Tim watched them hurry down the stairs and out the front door and flinched when he heard the small click of the door, he looked down at him feet, "yeah, I- I`ll be okay, love you too."

He didn't wait to long to head over to Bruce`s, the rain poured down on his head all the way there, it was just a mile walk and he was a fast walker but the rain was coming down hard and the wind blistered against his skin, soaking his hair that stuck against his neck and forehead, he held his bag close to his chest so it didn't get to wet. He sniffled once and got ready to wipe the water off his eyes when he remember his mom said it ruined his clothes.

He knocked on the door and took his jacket off ringing it out before Alfred opened the door, "Timothy! What are you doing, it`s pouring I would have gladly gone to get you."

"No," he said, faking a small smiled, "I didn't want to bother you."

"nonsense, here, there are so extra clothes in your room get changed and those the wet clothes in the hamper." Alfred stated, Tim nodded and headed upstairs and changed into a hodie and a pair of clean black jeans and extra shoes he`d brought over just in case when Bruce and Alfred had given him his own room here. He jogged down the red carpeted stairs and into the living room, he didn't find Alfred or Bruce and decided to head down to the cave and headed to the study and threw the clock and waited patiently straightening up his back as he did so.

The doors opened and pitch black darkness met him, "Hello?" he called his voice carrying into the darkness, echoing off the cavern walls. he took a few steps down to the main floor of the cave as his eyes tried to adjust to this new type of darkness, finding the computer wasn't hard but it wasn't particularly easy either. having tripped over a box to get to it and turn on some source of lights.

When he did every light turned on at once blinding him for moment and someone grabbed his shoulder spinning him around, "Happy birthday Tim!"

his eyes burned slightly as he opened them to see Alfred, Barbara, Bruce and Dick looking at him, different smiles on their faces, Dick was the once who turned him around and hadn't left his side as he pulled him over to the tray with the cake on it, thirteen candles lit.

Barbara kissed him on the cheek smiling at him, "go ahead, make a wish boy wonder."

Tim smiled at them, he was speechless, he hadn't ever thought they would do something like this, it had been out of the blue and yet he couldn't help love it and how happy everyone looked, and held his smile even thought when he thought of his family here, not even blood related, and they were more family then his mother and father, but looking at them now and the warmth they had in their eyes, he didn't want to think about that, and he didn't need to make a wish, he already had it.

A/N: You guys are to good to me with your awesome reviews, I might up date again tonight because of how long I`ve been gone but it might be later