So, I hope you guys liked the last chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.
Dick POV
"I don't get it, he's been here for 3 days, why would he suddenly start bleeding?" I asked Dr. Sheepbutt, who was writing on his clipboard.
He sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Considering he has a new bruise on his cheek, I would say stress" He said, looking over Tim's cheek.
"Stress? How would stress cause him to bleed?" Barbara asked confused.
"The reason we always ask patients to take things easy whenever we let them out is because if they're stressed, it can cause what ever happened to them to come back. Being hit, from what I heard about Jack as he was arrested, and mentioning Jack could have caused him so much stress that he started bleeding again. Luckily we were able to get his bleeding under control before it got too serious, but he will have to stay in here longer than we thought before." Dr. Sheepbutt said, making me and Barbara frown.
"So, Tim bleeding again was Jack's fault. How much longer will he have to stay?" I asked.
"It depends. If his wound continues to open, two weeks probably. But if it doesn't, than a few days at most." Dr. Sheepbutt said, making me smile.
"Well, I guess we'll just have to hope he doesn't start bleeding again." Barbara said as the doctor left.
"Hopefully he doesn't." I said, then groaned when I realized I would have to tell Roy, Jaime, Bart, and the rest of the Team that Tim would be in the hospital for a few more days because of Jack.
"Telling the Team this will be horrible. I'm going to have to tell their mentors to keep Bart, Roy, and Kon from killing Jack before he gets his trial.
"Good luck with that. Your probably going to have to hold back Jaime yourself, too. I know his scarab is under control now, but he might just go along with his scarab's tactics just this once." Barbara said, looking down at Tim.
"You know, for a while, I thought you two hated each other." I commented, moving Tim's bangs out of his face.
"We did. But, he's your brother. Eventually, everyone likes him." Barbara said, making me smile.
I looked down at his ribs, the smile fading off my face quickly. "It's my fault. If I had just made him show me that he had really healed up, he wouldn't be here." I said, Barbara frowning.
"Dick, he knew he could handle it. Besides, if he didn't go, Wally would be dead. It's not your fault. It's Jack's for beating him in the first place, and right now, he's suffering for it in jail." Barbara said, wedging her fingers in between mine.
"Yeah." I said, though Barbara could tell I still didn't believe, didn't say anything, just sitting with me as we waited for Tim to wake up again.
Tim POV
There was beeping in my ear, a dull monotone that you would hear in a hospital. "Hey kid, you awake?" I heard a gruff voice asked as I opened my eyes slowly.
"Possibly. Why are you here?" I asked, looking up at the red head Dick called brother.
"I'm staying with Dick. The guy was so tired he ended up falling asleep in the chair." Jason said, nodding to the slumped over figure in the chair next to me.
I wrinkled my nose, bringing the blanket up to cover my mouth and nose. "Has he taken a shower? He smells like he hasn't touched water in 3 days." I asked as Jason snickered.
"Well, he's stayed here for 2 days, but he hasn't showered the entire time here. I think he was trying to wake you up with his stench. He drove off Barbara with it." Jason said with a smirk.
"That's a good theory. So, I heard Jack was getting arrested. Is he going into trial yet?" I asked, switching the subject away from Dick.
"They posted his trial date, but he hasn't gone to trial yet. I think the Commissioner is waiting to question you for evidence. You know, after you get out of the hospital and won't start bleeding out again." Jason said, making me frown.
"I thought they got video of him slapping me, I thought that would be enough." I muttered.
"Apparently not. But... you know you don't have to go up in the court and talk. If you just let them take pictures of a few of your scars along with how you got some, you could easily convict him of child abuse." Jason said, looking at the scars on my arms with anger and concern in his voice.
"Yeah, I guess. Anything else I missed while I was out?" I asked.
"Yup. The court case Dickie's been trying to win for the past few months decided Dick's your legal guardian now. Your stuck with us at the manor." Jason said, his lip twitching up slightly.
I stared at him, then leaned back in my bed. "I didn't know he's been trying to do it for months. Why didn't anyone let me know?" I asked, confused.
"Dick thought you would freak out, plus, he needed Bruce's signature." Jason said, pulling out a cigerette and taking a drag.
"Jay, quit smoking. It stinks." Dick mumbled, sitting up with his eyes closed.
"Hate to break it to you Dick, but you don't exactly smell like roses yourself." I said with a smirk.
Dick's eyes snapped open, and he smiled brightly. "Yeah, I never said I did. Besides, there's a thing called deoderant for a reason." Dick said, his smile never wavering.
"Then why are you complaining about me smoking?" Jason asked, blowing out smoke from his mouth.
"Because I can. And this is a hospital, you shouldn't smoke in a hospital." Dick said, trying to snatch it away from him.
"Why not? If he gets cancer from it, at least we can get doctor by just yelling down the hall." I said with a grin.
"Well, I'm going to get coffee. Away from you two annoying asses." Jason said, walking out while shaking his head.
"So, did Jason tell you about the court case?" Dick asked with a larger grin.
"Yeah, I guess your the one who's going to be signing me out of here." I said with a nod.
Dick looked at me, his gaze lowering to my ribs. "Dick, it's not your fault." I said when I saw him frown and guilt slip into his eyes.
"Yeah, it is. If I had made you show me-"
"Dick, if you had made me show you, what do you think would happen? I would have gone anyways, with or without your permission. And if I hadn't gone, Wally would have been dead because Bart didn't know that Wally being too slow would be a problem. Besides, it's not like I'm going to die." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Fine. But your going to have to promise to not bleed out anymore. I'm already having trouble holding back the Team from murdering Jack, I don't need you adding to it." Dick said, a warm smile stretching onto his face.
"Hey, that guy deserves it." Bart said, appearing in the room suddenly with Barry and Wally.
"Doesn't mean you should kill him. Just torture him and then leave him in his jail cell." I said with a smirk.
"Sounds like a good plan to me." Bart said, Barry hitting him upside the head.
"We aren't torturing anyone. Even if the guy deserves it." Barry said, shaking his head with a small grin.
"So, what are you guys here for?" Dick asked, grinning at them.
"Well, I came here to say thanks to Tim for saving me. I think Bart is here to figure out when you'll get out though." Wally said, grinning along with Bart.
"I'm signing Tim out when the doctor gets back in here. He said we could leave after Tim wakes up, as long as Tim promises to take it easy for the next few days." Dick said, and as if on cue, the doctor walked in.
"How did you three-? You know what, I don't even want to know. Dick, you can sign Tim out now." Dr. Sheepbutt said, handing Dick a clipboard and a pen.
Bart walked next to me, both of us looking at the doctor suspiciously. "Think he was standing next to the door and waiting for Dick to mention his name?" Bart whispered to me as he sat next to me on my bed.
"Possibly. I think it's like beetle juice, I think we said his name too many times." I whispered back.
"But we only said his name once." Bart noted.
"I think once was one time too many." I said, causing Bart to snicker.
"All right, you and Tim can leave after he gets his IV taken out." Dr. Sheepbutt said, walking out of the room with the clipboard.
"Great." I said, tugging the IV out and getting off the bed and pushing Bart off of it.
"Didn't he say that you would have to take it easy?" Wally asked.
"Yeah. So? I never said I would do that. Plus, if I did, it would be a lie." I said, grabbing my cloths that Dick handed me and walked towards the bathroom.
"You know, if you weren't a bat, I would seriously think something is wrong with you." Barry said amused.
"How am I a bat? I never trained with Batman." I said, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion as I changed in the bathroom.
"Your my brother, your a bat by bloodline." Dick said, and I froze as I was pulling my shirt on.
Even after all the stuff that's happened, Dick becoming my legal guardian, me talking to Batman, me and Jason getting along, Barbara's dad arresting Jack, I never really considered myself a bat. And, why should I? Yeah, Dick was my older brother, but that didn't make me a bat. Did it?
I walked out of the bathroom, only this time, it was just Dick. "They went to have lunch with Iris. Come on, let's go to Wayne Manor. I think it's about time you met Alfred." Dick said with a knowing grin as we left the room.
The ride to the Manor told me one thing about Dick's motorcycle driving skills. He didn't have any.
"I'm really starting to regret not taking Jason's offer to ride with him." I said over the wind as Dick made a turn, my nails digging into his shirt.
"Hey, I am not bad." Dick said.
Right after he said that, he drove up to a cross walk. An old woman was walking, and my eyes widened when I realized that Dick wouldn't be able to stop in time. "I'm going to die." I whimpered, closing my eyes tightly.
I felt the motorcycle swerve out of the way of the woman, and Dick said, "Okay, I'm not that bad."
"I am never getting on a motorcycle with you ever again." I muttered as Dick took a left to a path that lead straight to Wayne Manor.
"Don't say that Timmy, you might just have to in the future." Dick said with a grin.
"I think I would rather drink orange juice." I said as Dick started slowing down as he neared the gate.
"But, your allergic to orange juice." Dick said, frowning.
"That's the point." I said, smirking while Dick rolled his eyes.
Dick opened the gate, rolling into the garage and parking. "It's a miracle, I survived." I said, getting off of the motorcycle.
"Yeah, Dickie's a really bad driver. I figured you had to learn that first hand." Jason said when he drove into the garage himself.
"A little warning would have been nice." I said, glaring at him.
"The only warning you'll ever get is to not mess with Dick when he wants cereal." Jason said with a shit eating smirk.
"That doesn't do much good, I already knew that. Dad made me stay in my room, just so I didn't have to watch him and Dick fight over the cereal." I said, walking out of the garage with them.
"Really? I thought it was because you were a zombie in the mornings when you weren't awake for 20 minutes." Dick said, grinning as he dodged my punch.
"Welcome to Wayne Manor, Timmy." Jason said, his smirk growing as I glared at him.
"Come on Tim, I'll give you a tour of your new home." Dick said, pulling me off towards a hallway.
I blinked, then smiled a little bit. Home. That's a word I haven't heard in a long time. It felt... nice.
(So, I thought about leaving it at this for a while, but then I decided to just write in this while I'm at it.)
Epilogue
Tim POV
I sighed happily, sinking into my new bed at Wayne Manor. I've been here for a week, slowly getting used to leaving with this house of crazies. Who knew the bats were such insane people? "Come on, Tim!" Dick yelled from the basements entrance.
"I'm coming!" I said, rolling my eyes as I stood up from my bed and walked out of the room.
I met Dick in the 'basement' AKA, the Batcave, and went to the changing room. Batman decided to let me out on patrol with them, as long as I stayed with someone, and I didn't try to take on any big timers, no matter what.
Usually, I went with either Dick or Jason. Yeah, me and Bruce talked a little bit, but I didn't really know him as much as I knew the others. Not just that, it was kind of awkward. "You know, I haven't questioned it before because I thought your costume was just ripped, but why aren't you wearing your Osprey costume?" Nightwing asked when I walked out with just black pants, black shirt, and the same belts I wore as Osprey.
"I've been thinking of a different name to use. I mean, Osprey was something I picked while I was with the Light. I don't really want to use it now." I said, shrugging.
"So, have you thought of anything different then?" Nightwing asked.
"Yeah. I was thinking Red Robin. I mean, I'm still working on the costume, but it's mostly the same as the one Mom made. Think Mom and Dad would have liked it?" I asked, looking up at Nightwing.
He smiled warmly, nodding. "Yeah, they would have liked it. Better than Alvin the Chipmunk, anyways." He said with a smirk.
"At least you didn't decide to be a flying squirrel." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Hey, your stuck with B, kid. He's making me and Wing work together so we'll learn to get along together more, or some stupid shit like that." Jason said while putting on his helmet.
"How will you two patrolling together make you guys work together?" I asked, wondering how something so stupid was supposed to work.
"They're supposed to take their issues out on the villains instead of themselves. Hurry up." Batman ordered as he walked towards the Batmobile.
"You know, he makes me feel weird when he does that." I muttered.
"Don't worry, you'll get used to him ordering you around like a dog." Jason said with a grin.
"No, that's not the problem. The weird thing is, I'm actually okay with it." I said before running after him.
I got into the Batmobile, feeling slightly awkward. People have said that I was a lot like Batman the past week, and it was true. The one problem with this, neither of us were really good at talking. So, the entire ride to Gotham was filled with weird silence, nobody saying anything.
I looked out the window, wishing I was with Nightwing instead. I watched the buildings pass, my eyes widening when I saw Talia Al Ghul standing on top of a roof. "Um, Batman, I think you might want to stop here." I said, pointing to Talia.
"What is she doing here?" He asked, narrowing his eyes as he parked the Batmobile in an alley.
"Not sure, but she doesn't look like she's going to kill me, so I'm going up." I said, bringing out my grappling hook and shooting it at the top of the building.
In all reality, doing what I just did was stupid. I mean, I did betray the League of Assassins when I betrayed the Light. But Talia didn't even look mad when she saw me, instead she looked... happy?
"Timothy. I figured you would be with Batman when Richard won the court case for you." Talia said, sitting down now with a bag in her lap.
"Yeah, and I figured you would be pissed when I betrayed the Light and the League of Assassins. Was I wrong?" I asked, my hand twitching for my knife.
"Yes, you were very wrong. Me and Father do not blame you for choosing family instead of us, though the Light is stressing Father out." Talia said, giving me a look that said I should have known better.
"So what are you doing here, Talia?" Batman asked behind me.
"I believe Timothy knows something about it." Talia said, opening the bag to show a 10 year old boy curled up in it.
I stared at Damian, then started laughing. "Congrats Batman, you get another child." I said, laughing so hard I had to sit down.
"What?!" Batman asked, looking at me with a glare that almost got me to stop laughing. Almost.
"This is Damian, as Timothy knows. He's your child." Talia said, Batman's face going white as I continued to laugh my ass off.
So, I hope you guys liked this. I do plan on writing a sequel, don't worry. But I'm not sure when I'll get it up. When I do post it though, I'll make sure I let you guys know on this.