Pairing: None

main people :Tim Drake, Nightwing/ Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne/Batman, mention of Jason Todd (YAY)

Batman is reluctant to leave Tim in the field because of what happened to Jason Todd (second robin) And Dick being the over protective big brother that he is can only agree with the man`s actions but still knows how Tim feels.

"Robin!" Tim spun around wide eyes at a the last gun man, the old fear that he used to have about his "Job" was long gone, so he didn't hesitate to make a move on the man, he was faster, stronger, and smarter, but that didn't stop Bruce from interfering, again. He pushed Tim out of the way and threw two batarangs, one hit the man`s hand making him drop the gun and the other was logged in the crooks shoulder when he hit the ground.

Tim sat up having been knocked to the floor as well and he glared at Bruce who looked down at him like it was his fault. Tim got up and dusted his suit off before staring coldly at Bruce, "What the hell?"

"I could say the same, you froze didn't you?" Bruce asked calmly, Tim rolled his eyes, "No I didn't you just freak out, again, let me do my job!" he hissed, Bruce pulled his caped back over his shoulder`s the way the shadows seemed to react around the Dark knight were all very frightening but he had gotten over that long ago.

"Your job is to pay attention and don't get killed, you obviously arnt ready for in the field work, maybe monitor duty is best." Bruce said the last part more to himself but Tim heard it and it pissed him off to no end, "NO! I`ve been training and looking at the stupid computer for six months just because you wanted to make sure you knew I was ready, I`m ready but you don't seem to be."

"Robin-," Batman growled Tim shook his head, "Stay out of my way I`m not a child, I`m thirteen years old and I know what I`m doing! Your the one who taught me!"

"Robin I-" Tim crossed his arms over his chest, "This is the sixth time this has happened already and I`m starting to wonder, do you even want me as a partner, because if your looking for perfection then I`m not it, not until you learn to trust me and stop being over protective, I`m not your responsibility!"

Bruce closed the distance between them in slow steps and Tim had to tilt his head once Bruce stopped and looked down on him, the white optic lenses covering his eyes didn't hide the man`s anger, "Go. To. The. Car and wait there, now." he hissed the last words with so much venom Tim almost thought he`d done something wrong, but he didn't, even so he sulked his way back over to the slick black bat mobile and jumped in side, making Bruce angrier then he already was wasn't on his to do list.

The car ride back to the cave was less than satisfying. more like cold, silent, and about six minuets of the two hero's exchanging glares threw two different windows. Say he was pleased when they stopped and the door`s unlocked was probably the biggest understatement of the year. Tim stormed past Alfred who raised and eyebrow at the Dark Knight who was leaning against the car arms folded over his chest and frowning as Tim threw down his cape and headed up stairs to his room.

XXXXXX

A quick shower calmed him down only a small portion, but relaxing on his bed as he laid on his stomach scrolling threw his phone at any missed calls seemed to sooth him a bit more.

"Sup!"

Tim literally jumped out of his skin as he spun around holding a hand to his chest, "God Dick, are you trying to kill me!" he gasped at his older brothers sneaky entrance, probably threw the window. Dick Grayson, Nightwing, the acrobat, the very first Robin the legacy he was trying to fill, but usually he just addressed Dick as his older brother. even if they weren't related by blood they were nothing less then family.

"Hehe," Dick snickered walking over to him and leaning against the side of the bed, "What's up with the pout face?"

"Pout face?" Tim frowned a crease forming in between his brows, "I don't pout."

"On the contrary, hence me noticing your face, what's wrong." Dick asked folding his arms neatly over his chest with a half knowing smirk on his face hidden behind his eye mask.

Tim sighed and sat up tossing his phone to where his pillows rested near the top of his bed, "It`s Bruce."

"Typical, did he catch you putting glue on the steering wheel of the Bat-mobile? Wow he was so mad when I did that." Dick chuckled. Tim couldn't help but laugh with him, "I wish, no he`s acting like...dare I say and over protective mother?"

"You can dare," Dick teased sitting down on the bed, "But that's normal, Bruce-,"

"No," Tim shook his head, "Bruce didn't act like Bruce he`s been up tight about everything I do since I`ve been in the field and out of the training, I mean he was fine during my training but now its like I`ll die if I get a paper cut, I`m scared he`ll start putting camera`s in the bathroom."

Tim excepted Dick to laugh but a ghost of an expression appeared in the older boys faces and Dick took a long sigh, "Bruce has his reasons Tim, trust he knows what he`s doing and listen to what he says, he`ll calm down."

"But-" Tim argued.

"Tim, just- just do everything he says please, I`ll talk to him and try to get him to stop acting like mother hen but promise me you wont do anything stupid."

Tim frowned when Dick stood up and walked over to the door, he hadn't said or acknowledged the any promises and he wouldn't, he had excepted Dick to be on his side about this.

"What is it?" Tim growled frowning at Dick who stopped mid way threw the door. The dark haired man looked back, "What?"

"You said their were reasons for Bruce acting like this," Tim hissed, "what are they?"

Dick sighed sadly, "he- we lost someone Timmy, I know he doesn't want to lose you to, I- I`ll talk to him."

Tim opened his mouth to say something but Dick closed to door with a small audible click before Tim sat back slumped on his bed, he felt so guilty now, he looked up and wished he had made that promise with Dick, he`d listen t Bruce.