AN: Hey y'all. Did some major editing to this chapter. I still have a lot of doubts but I'm just going to roll with it. So without further ado. Chapter 13. Enjoy!~~

Chapter Thirteen: Wow You Must Be Fun At Parties

Tim slowly walked down the steps taking in the scene in front of him. The foyer was filled with tons of people. He had a small feeling that he knew these several of these people but he didn't know from where. Whatever. He thought to himself.

Once he got down the second flight of stairs, he was greeted by a man in a white, button up shirt and black pants.

"Would you care for a beverage, Young Sir?" He took a random glass off his silver tray and kept going. He walked through the crowd looking at all the people. When he passed, they all stopped what they were talking about and stared at him. Some wearily some with interest.

"Is that him?" They'd whisper when they thought he was out of earshot. "That's him. That's Robin!" Tim didn't mind at all. He just let himself drift throughout the conversations feeling completely relaxed.

"There you are!" Called a familiar voice. Tim looked up to see his dad motioning him over. He seems to have been talking with a couple of men. He walked over. "I would like to introduce you to my son, Timothy. Tim, this is Mr. Bane, Mr. Cobblepots, and Professor Crane."

"Good evening. How are you? Thank you for coming." He shook each of their hands and they nodded at his greetings. Then all just kind of stared at him. Not rudely, but in a way one would stare at a painting.

"Is this really him?" Cobblepots asked quizzically.

"I assure you. This is the Red Robin." Joker said putting a hand on Tim's shoulder. "Well, he's my Robin now."

"I'm still half expecting him to suddenly start to attack us." Mr. Bane said with a nervous laugh.

"Why would I do that?" Tim interjected honestly confused, then, continued politely so he wouldn't anger his father, "I would never try to hurt a respectable guest in our home such as yourself."

"Of course you wouldn't. Just keep taking your medicine, son, and that will never happen." He ruffled Tim's hair with a little more force than he should.

"Yes, Sir." Tim said automatically looking down.

"These men and I have some business to discuss. Why don't you go and try to meet more people?"

"Yes, Sir." Tim left and continued weave throughout conversations. He let himself linger around those who paid little attention to him. He was stopped a couple times by catering for food or drinks but denied both. After at least a couple of hours of walking around and polite small talk, Tim had a eerie feeling something was wrong. I guess this is the anxiety Consuela was talking about earlier.

"Excuse me Sir. Would you care for some snacks?" A young man asked making Tim jump. Anyone would call him a caterer, but Tim's anxiety put him on the defense. He has to be in his mid twenties. Thats a little young for this job. He's even acting really different than the others. Really on edge but as if he's trying to blend. Tim shook his head. Why is he trying to figure out this guy? He's not even that weird. But he is weird. Everything screams weird about this guy. The wheels kept turning inside Tim's brain and the man awkwardly repeated himself.

"Uh, would you like some snacks, Sir."

"Huh? Oh, no thank you." Tim mumbled. The man nodded about to turn away. "Wait a second. Are you crying?!" He asked incredulous.

"I'm sorry, Timbo-er, Sir. I just... really love my job."

"That makes no sense. This isn't even your job." Tim pointed out patience wearing thin for the odd, crying man.

"Sir?" The man asked nervously.

"Why are you here? You're different than the others."

"I don't know what you mean." Dick shrugged averting his eyes.

"I can see it. You're trying to fit in, but why? Why would you want to sneak into a boring business party as catering?"

"Oh look! My tray is empty. I'll be right back." The dark haired man hurried off to the kitchen.

Tim started to follow him wanting to get to the bottom of things, but someone called to him. He looked around and saw some women standing around in a circle. Begrudgingly, Tim went over to them.

"Timmy! My baby! How are you dear?" Squealed a blonde woman in a red and black dress . Tim wondered if this was the woman he was supposed to call mom. She looked just as beautiful as he thought she would. "Girls, I would like you to meet my new son, Timothy!"

"Its very lovely to meet you, Ladies." Tim said not wanting to disappoint his mother in front of her guests. Even with a headache starting to form around his temples from the incident with the weird man.

"Hes so polite." Cooed a woman with dark red hair.

"And very handsome!" Added another. This one had blonde hair too except she had a white dress with some kind of white animal draped over her shoulders. A rabbit?

"I'm flattered, ladies. But you all are the good looking ones here."

"Ah!" His mother squealed again. "Isn't he just a sweetheart!" She squished her red coated lips against his cheek giggling. He felt peoples staring eyes on him and he tensed up.

"Aw! Look, hes blushing!" Said the red head and they all giggled.

Tim cleared his throat. "So-uh. How are you enjoying the party? Having fun?"

"Oh you know how us women are." The rabbit girl wave her hand this way and that.

"We're just drinking and gossiping." Nodded red.

"I'm glad you're having a good time. My family and I very much appreciate your attendance." Tim smiled warmly.

"My! Isn't he just a catch! I might just steal you for myself." Red looked him up and down. "How old are you?" Tim froze. Steal me?

"He's 17!" His mom scolded. "He's too young for you, Ivy. besides, he's all mine anyways."

"Harley, that's not how it works. Moms aren't supposed to get with their sons." Redhead, Ivy, said.

"Yeah, but you're not supposed to get with a 17 year old either, Ivy." Rabbit girl pointed out.

"Well, there was this one woman I knew-" They all started to chatter at once about women they know who are cougars. Tim tuned them out his head spinning.

Tim was able to get his thoughts together after a few minutes to say, "I'm sorry, Ladies, but I hope you won't mind if I excuse myself."

"Alright Puddin'." His mom said and he kissed her on the cheek as a goodbye.

"Yeah, let him go. It must be torture for him to listen to us go on." Said Ivy. He hurried away.

The words 'steal' and 'torture' circled through his mind. What's going on with me? And who was that guy? He looked around as he walked towards the steps. Who are all these people? I feel like I'm in danger all of a sudden! Tim walked faster. He passed face after face. Tim started hyperventilating and adrenaline pumped through his veins. He wasn't sure where he was going anymore. There's just so many people.

Suddenly, he slammed into a caterer. The man already looked like he didn't want to be there.

"Hey kid! Watch-" He began to scold. "Hey, are you alright?"

Tim shook his head. "I need to get upstairs." He managed to get out. "Medicine." The man hesitantly held onto his shoulders and steadily steered him towards the steps. Tim wanted to squeeze his eyes shut but then he wouldn't be able to see where he was going. They finally reached the stairs, but they were stopped.

"What's wrong son? Are you not having any fun?" Asked the Joker who seemed deeply concerned.

"I think he's having a panic attack...Sir." Said Jason smoothly. "He asked me to take him upstairs for his medicine. He said he really needs to take it." Jason shrugged.

"Its only been a few hours..." The Joker trailed off. "Very well. Give him two for now."

"Yes Sir." Jason bowed slightly then continued to help Tim up the steps. They got to him room and he led Tim to the edge of his bed. "Where are they?" Jason asked.

"I don't know. I can't remember where I put them." As Jason searched the room, Tim continued talking. Maybe to keep his mind from panicking more, or maybe because his mind was panicking. "This is my first night in this room, you know. I use to sleep in the training room in the servants quarters. I trained in there every day. It was horrible."

"What kind of training did you do?" Jason asked trying to sound casual.

"It was horrible." He repeated. "Dad called it mind training. He taught me all pain is funny and to always laugh. Also to be respectful and obedient or else he'd get mad." Tim hugged his knees to his chest. "Oh God I'm remembering it all. All of the pain. But he told me it was mandatory because I am his son now." Tim could feel a pressure on the back of his eyes. His throat getting tight and a few tears ran down his face. "There was a man here today." Tim voice cracked as he tried to change the subject.

No shit Sherlock. Jason rolled his eyes. "What about him?" He asked prodding Tim to go on as he searched. Hoping to keep his mind away from whatever shit he had went through.

"He was dressed as catering. But he wasn't really a caterer. He was younger than the others and didn't say the right things. But he blended in with the others. Too well, though… like he was trying to blend in. When he saw me, he started crying and called me Timbo."

Damnit Dick! "Did you tell anyone?" Jason's voice suddenly uneven.

"No. I pointed out everything he was doing that I thought was weird and he ran away. If I told anyone, I'd be punished for being rude to our guests."

Tims hand fluttered to his neck. Jason saw a piece of the shock collar peeking out from his shirt. They were silent for awhile and he eventually found the pill bottle in the nightstand drawer. He opened it and took out two yellow pills. He slipped one in his pocket and gave one to Tim.

"You're weird too. I know you guys are working together. But I don't know on what. The weirdest part is that I think I know you two from somewhere. But not like I know the people outside.." Tim trailed off the pill taking effect.

"Well maybe you do know us."

"Huh?" Asked Tim. "Know who? Is the party still going on?"

"Um," Jason started confused. "Yeah, it is."

"Oh, I should probably get back or else dad will be mad." Tim gasped for a second then let out a short chorkle.

"What are you laughing at?" Jason asked shocked to hear Tim laughing.

"Oh nothing. Its just that what I had said rhymed."

"Oh. Yeah, it did." Jason felt so awkward. "Uh, yeah. Let go back downstairs."