[1803]

Timothy Jackson Drake was restless.

The night was cool, the wind blowing slightly as the small eight-year-old stared out of his open window with a sigh.

He wasn't coming tonight?

Every night for the past year Timothy would watch the dark shadow move around the town looking for someone to eat. At least, that's what Timothy believed, for each time the shadow did not appear someone would be found dead the next day, mostly the elderly or the ones who had only just become well, only to die when the morning came.

A shift in the darkness made Tim stand up higher on his toes, eyes straining to get a look at the shadow. However, this time the large shadow was accompanied by two other smaller shadows.

Curious, Tim leaned over to see as they came closer, the large shadow leading the two smaller ones to a house that held an elderly couple.

The large one eased the two smaller ones into an open window. Timothy smiled a bit. Those must be the children. Which meant that he was teaching them how to hunt.

Leaning over to see more of the shadow, Timothy slipped. A small gasp and a desperate reach for his windowsill was to no avail. A small cry escaped as he slid down the rooftop and into the open air, arms out as he watched the ground rush closer.

The shadow snapped towards him and suddenly Timothy found himself clutched safely in strong arms. Without much thought, he wrapped his small arms around the shadow before looking up to see.

To Timothy's surprise the shadow looked like a human man. Maybe larger than normal, certainly larger than his father and uncles. But he was handsome, and Timothy noted that the shadow's eyes were almost the same color as his own.

"And what are you doing up so late, child?" the shadow asked, his voice strong and deep.

"I was waiting for you," Timothy said honestly, touching the other man's face with his smaller hands. "Thank you for saving me. What is your name?"

The shadow didn't say anything for a minute before leaping into the air, landing right on Timothy's window and setting him down carefully. A hand ruffled his hair before the shadow jumped away, heading back to the open window across the way and helping the two small shadows out of the elderly couple's house before they all ran off.

Timothy crept out of his room towards his parent's room, shaking his mother awake.

"Timothy? Are you alright, darling?"

"They're dead, mama."

That morning the elderly couple next door were found murdered. Both of them had bite marks on their necks. The mayor quickly announced that it was the work of the serial killer that had been plaguing the town.

Timothy had seen them carry out the bodies. The bite marks were messy and small, as though made by inexperienced children. There were a few wounds on the couple's wrists, as though some deliberation had been put into whether biting the wrists would be better.

After that, a new family moved into the old couple's house: a man with two children that Timothy recognized instantly as the large shadow that had saved his life.

Timothy watched from his window as they settled into their home. His father, against Timothy's wishes, had gone over to introduce himself. Of course Timothy saw one of the boys who had been running around doing flips and tricks stop to look at his father, Jack Drake, with hungry eyes and even sniff the air for a minute before skipping over to curl against his father's side.

Eyes narrowing a bit, Timothy hissed slightly, something he was often scolded for doing. Still, only Timothy thought he had heard it, but this was proven wrong when both the shadow man and his son looked up at him.

The boy waved at him almost frantically with a huge smile on his face, yelling "Hi!" at the top of his lungs. Timothy saw the warning look his father gave him before he went back into his room to read.

A few hours later Tim was rubbing his cheeks and chin trying to soothe the ache in his gums. This happened often. However, usually when this happened his mother would bring him a cup of purplish medicine. Unlike other medicine, it always tasted good and made the aching in his gums and stomach stop.

A week later his father invited the family next door over for dinner. Their name was Wayne.

Janet Drake nearly crushed her wine glass when her son clambered up onto their guest's lap, staring at him with wide eyes. Her husband was flabbergasted by Timothy's actions as well, but neither could hold back their shocked yells when Timothy reached up to pull at Mr. Wayne's mouth, staring hard at his teeth.

"Timothy!" they both yelled.

Mr Wayne, however, simply moved his hands away, chuckling while petting the little boy's head before looking at them.

"Your son?"

Completely embarrassed, Jack Drake lied. "Our nephew. He's going back in two week's time."

Janet signed. "Please forgive him, Mr. Wayne, he's only a boy."

"But of course," Mr. Wayne said, as loud, quarreling voices sounded from the kid's table. "If you will forgive my own sons. Jason! Dick! Enough!"

Janet felt nervous the longer Timothy sat comfortably on Mr. Wayne's leg, his little hands holding onto the arm that wound around his waist like it was normal, and then she saw it. Timothy was was licking his teeth slowly. The only reason to do that was if...

Standing up, she walked over quickly, pulling her son away their guest before excusing themselves from the kitchen. As she walked, dread rose inside her. How could this have happened? She had made such a powerful potion to turn herself human, and by all means Timothy should be human as well! Not a halfling monster! Gritting her teeth, she set him down in his room before opening the closet and shoving her son inside, slamming it shut and locking it.

Janet leaned against the door, breathing deeply as little fists pounded on the door, trying to get out. The handle wiggled a few times, but she could only stand there in shock. No, it could not be happening ... her son couldn't be a vampire. A monster. She had worked hard to be free of that sin, and here he was bearing it instead.

Bang bang bang.

"Mama?! Mama, let me out! Mama! Please, Mama, let me out!"

"No, honey..." Janet cried, her face wet with tears. "Mama cannot let you out..."

"Mama!"

"Because they'll find out..." Janet's eyes narrowed, her face deadly. "I will not let the hunters harm you."

"Mama...! Please, Mama, let me out, I'm scared!"

"Shh..."

"Mama!"

Two months was long enough.

Carefully, Bruce entered the Drake mansion dressed all in black with a hooded black cloak. On either side were Jason and Dick, his sons. They had been planning on this certain family since they had moved in. Dick and Jason had been getting better at hunting and tonight they were ready to prove that they could hunt on their own.

Carefully they made it upstairs to the bedrooms. They found the Drakes asleep in their bed. Slowly they crawled next to them before taking some sleeping dust and throwing it on them.

Jason checked for a vein before biting down on Mrs. Drake's neck. Dick bit here and there until he found one before settling down to enjoy his meal, looking very happy about it. Jason drank for a few minutes, his senses starting to dull when suddenly there was the sound of little hands banging on the closet door.

"Mama, Papa, what's going on?" Bang, bang. "Mama!"

The large vampire whipped around to the door muffling the small voice.

Janet's eyes opened suddenly and it only took a moment for her to realize what was happening. With a furious scream, she knocked the young vampire off. Her husband woke to her screams of fury before he cried out in shocked horror, pushing the other child off.

"I should have known!" Janet screamed, glaring at the little dazed vampires. "You're the reason he's changing!"

Janet and Jack grabbed objects with which to start hitting the little monsters only to be pushed back by a large shadow looming over them, the older vampire growling dangerously as the two small ones hid in his cloak. Janet stood, shaking furiously, in front of her closet.

Small scratching could be heard from inside. "Mama? Papa? Please let me out!"

The large vampire looked at the closet with a raised eyebrow. Janet sneered at him, pressing her back against the closet, her nails digging into it.

"He's mine! You won't take him from me, neither you nor the hunters!"

"You might as well hand him over to the hunters," the vampire growled, stepping closer. "You're already keeping him like an animal."

Janet's eyes got harder as she tried to ignore Timothy's cries and the scratching sounds.

"I can fix him!" she yelled. "I know how!"

"There is no such thing as a cure. We are what we are. And you are starving him to death."

"Take him away, Bruce," a small voice said from under the cloak. "She's not really nice."

"She's the monster!" a second voice growled. "She locked him up so he'll die! Make her stop, Bruce!"

The vampire, Bruce, stepped closer. "Move aside."

"He's my son!" she screamed. "HE'S MINE!"

Jack lunged at Bruce, but his children jumped at him, biting at him, trying to fend off the man from their father. Bruce quickly turned his attention to his children, scooping them back under his cloak where they were sure to be safe. Than he turned back to Janet, staring at her with narrow eyes.

"He's transforming, isn't he?" Bruce spoke. "You're trying to stop it, but instinct comes first."

"Janet?" Jack asked, barely standing, trying to regain his balance.

"He knows... he knows what our son is," Janet spoke softly. "But it changes nothing. I will fix him, and he will be human as he was supposed to be. Now, get out of my house!"

Bruce narrowed his eyes before he walked up to her and simply moved her out of the way. Despite her defending words, she let him. Bruce opened the door to find the little boy he had seen only a few months ago. He was small as always, but those big blue eyes looked up at him with no fear.

Little arms reached out to him and despite the two little sons under his cloak who were tugging at his clothes, wanting to leave, he picked up the little boy, looking right into his eyes. A young vampire, stunted from the sudden onset of his powers, but he could feel the undertone of them.

"Your name is Timothy, isn't it?"

"I like being called Tim, but Papa and Mama say it is not appropriate."

"Tim." Bruce smiled at Tim kindly. "I like Tim better too."

Janet's eyes were wide when she saw Bruce turn to her. "Don't. He needs to be normal!"

"And so he shall," Bruce said, raising his wrist to Tim's little mouth as the small boy's teeth grew suddenly and Tim bit on him softly trying to break the skin. "So, he shall."

"Nooo!"

Tim bit a few times not really knowing what he was doing so he looked up at Bruce with curious eyes.

Bruce smiled at him and gently commanded. "Bite harder."

Doing so Tim manged to get in a small prick but he teeth started to throb making him pull back. Leaning down Tim nibbled again trying to make a bit mark like he had seen on the old couple.

After a few minutes Bruce pulled away his arm Tim's little eyes following his mouth still open as he whined his little hands reaching up. Bruce bit down on his own wrist drawing blood before returning his now bloody wrist to Tim's lips.

"Drink." Bruce said his voice full of fatherly kindness. "Go on, Tim."

Tim looked at his arm for a second before biting down before h pulled back gasping for a second before sinking his teeth in an overwhelming feeling rushing his entire being.

Eyes dilated at the taste of blood. Finally the ache in his gums seemed to be soothed at last, Tim's body enjoying the hot blood running down his throat. His breathing increased rapidly as he drank. Soon the hand was being pulled away, making him whine.

Bruce set Tim down before moving away towards the window to lower the shades. Tim followed him like a puppy and when Janet screamed at him, calling him a monster before raising her hand at her now devil child when she was stopped by a strong arm. Bruce growled at her, reminding her that she was the one who birthed the boy.

"We don't want him anymore." Janet growled. "Take him and begone, for we will tell the entire town what you really are."

Tim looked hurt by her words before trying to reach out and hug her. Janet smacked him across the face, making him yelp. Tim hissed at her, teeth showing. Bruce scooped up Tim before turning away.

"If that is your wish." Bruce said. "I would thank you for Tim but considering how you treat him you don't deserve thanks for this sweet gift."

"Bruce, I'm hungry," Jason whispered. "I didn't get enough blood."

"Me too." Dick agreed. "I want to drink from that man, he smells good."

"You," Jack growled at them, pointing a gun at them. "Take that thing with you and leave! I have no son! He's dead to me."

Tim's eyes swelled with tears and he turned away to bury his face into Bruce's shirt, mumbling that he wanted to leave, but then he stopped, sniffing the air. Peeking over Bruce's shoulder he stared at his parents with wide eyes

Blood.

The wounds on his father's and mother's bodies were still fresh. Sniffling the air, Tim wanted down. Once set on his feet Tim tugged at Bruce's hand until the man was kneeling down looking at him.

"I want more, please."

To the horror of the Drakes, their once-son pointed at them.

"I want them." Tim spoke. "Can I?"

"So, you shall my son," Bruce said before turning a piecing eye one them making them both gasp. "So you shall."

Tim turned back before looking to his left and right side as the Wayne children appeared on either side of them. Tim noticed how they opened their mouths and their sharp teeth grew. So that's how Vampires hid who their were. The teeth only grew when it was time to fed.

Bruce eyes seemed to grow as stood right behind them. Janet and Jack couldn't move. Their bodies suddenly frozen in place. Janet tried as hard as she might but her human body was no match for powerful Vampire.

"Now than, Tim," Bruce said picking up the small boy before taking a seat on a room chair that was facing the two humans. "I am willing to let them live since you still love them. However I need to ask you two things."

Tim looked up at him and stared in awe as Bruce's wrist healed itself.

"Tim," Bruce said titling the boys head up to look him in the eyes. "Since they no longer want you, do you wish to come and live with me?"

Tim's eyes widened and he smiled nodding. "Yes, Bruce, please."

Chuckling Bruce petted his head as Jason and Dick where inching closer to the Drakes trying not to get caught by him. Bruce let them be for the moment but he was looking at Tim. Such a cute kid that Bruce nearly had his heart melt when Tim cuddled up against his chest a smile on his face.

"I am glad to hear that, Tim." Bruce hugged him tight before pulling back to look at his other sons, "Dick, Jason, come say hello too your new brother."

Jason frowned pulling back from where he was so close to biting the woman again before turning back. Dick skipped back over cheering before climbing onto Bruce's left leg hugging Tim and Bruce. Jason looked at the little kid. Well, maybe this one could cook actual food. Getting in on the hugging Jason grinned when Bruce ruffled his head before kissing each of them on the forehead. Dick nudging Bruce for two more before he was happy.

"Now, than," Bruce sat back with all three of his kids on him. "Tim, who's blood did you want to eat? After all growing boys need all the food they can get."

Tim turned around looking at his Mother. "I want Mama's blood... please?"

"Of course." Bruce let his oldest sons slid off before he stood up carrying Tim over to her. With a wave of his hand Janet fell to her knees slowly before she fell back onto her bottom glaring at him. "Go on, Tim."

"Will it hurt my Mama?" Tim asked he was set down.

"Only a little, but she'll be fine." Bruce gently pushed Tim towards her. "Go on and eat."

Tim wrapped his arms around his Mother's neck hugging her. "I love you, Mama," was all her said before he felt his teeth throb as the smell increased. Tim bit at her neck trying to break the skin. He tried to bit over the one Jason had left behind but his mouth was smaller. Whining Tim toddled back to Bruce looking at him with big eyes.

"Need help?"

"Yes, please." Tim smiled before walking back over watching Bruce bit a twice so the puncture holes where close to each other, perfect for him. "Thank you, Bruce."

Janet gritted her teeth but she couldn't speak nor move. Her son sank down his teeth sucking quickly hugging her tightly. Janet could see from teh corner of her eyes that the other devils where on her husband. Both looking for a vain of which to drink.

She wanted to scream when the oldest one, who was smaller than the Jason, found one before settling down to drink contently. Jason, had white bangs, and he liked playing when his food as he was purposely biting down on the inside of Jack's elbow. Once he found a vain he would growl and bit harder than need be.

Tim's eyes started to droop as he relaxed his stomach full with hot blood. He let go cuddling up to her dazed from his fullness. He was vegly aware when Bruce picked him up holding him close brushing his hair out of his face. Tim smiled at him happily with lips stained with blood as he was cradled in the large man's arm.

Bruce than walked over to his other dazed out children picking them up as well before placing them on the bed. After that he placed the three of them on the bed running his hands through their hair before looking at the Drakes.

He took out a bottle of something and forced the Drakes to drink it their bodies healing. Bruce nodded at them before he snapped his fingers releasing them from the spell.

"Bastard!" Janet screamed. "I shall hunt you down and kill you myself!"

Tim sat up swaying a bit as he watched.

"You will do no such thing." Bruce said simply. "Now good night to you both, Mr and Mrs. Drake."

Just as Bruce went to pick up his sons Janet pulled out a blade rushing to bring it down on him. Bruce whirled around as his children cried out in fear at what was happening and grabbed her wrist tightly forcing her to drop the blade.

"Now, Mrs. Drake that wasn't a very nice thing to do."

"Mama, not really nice," Tim sighed. "Papa either."

"Really now?"

Tim sniffled. "Bruce, do I have sleep in the closet when I live with you?"

"No, of course not, Tim." Bruce shoved Janet away before picking him up hugging th boy tightly. "You'll have you're own bed and you never want for nothing."

"Bruce?" Dick asked looking at him. "What are we going to do with the Drakes? They'll send the hunters after us."

"Oh, we don't have to worry about them," Bruce said. "That potion I gave them was laced with another spell. For the next week they won't remember anything. So, what I'm saying is who wants to move?"

"Me!" Dick jumped up bouncing on the bed. "I want to go somewhere with the ocean is!"

"I want to go see the states!" Jason added jumping on the bed too. "We should go somewhere that has snow!"

"Yes, snow!" Dick cheered as they continued to jump.

"Alright, settled down, settle down, now." Bruce said snapping his fingers causing the drakes to pass out suddenly. "Let go and start packing. Tim, you do understand that you belong to me now, right? My son, my child, and you can never go back with them."

Tim stared at Bruce with a small smile. "Yes, Bruce."

Bruce smiled as he lifted his cloak open letting the older two run into it curling at his sides. "You be safe with us, Tim. After all family is important."

"Family is important." Tim repeated and hugged him tightly rubbing his little cheek against Bruce's strong one slowly falling asleep. "Family is important."

A week later the Drakes stormed the Wayne house with a mob of people only to find it completely empty. Janet swore her revenge.

[Present]

Tim set the table with the covered plates.

Smiling, Tim nodded before he headed to the door where Bruce was standing, waiting for the family to show up. Tim took his place next to Bruce, but he was honestly surprised when Dick came to stand next to him, ignoring Bruce's happy greeting and the hand that squeezed his shoulder slightly.

The doorbell rang and right before Bruce opened it Tim titled his head over and whispered "Remember how Bruce found you?"

Dick looked over at him wondering where that came from. "Of course."

Tim's smile didn't falter. "Oh, good."

"Why?"

Tim didn't answer but greeted their guests happily.

Dick frowned, but he couldn't help the memories Tim's words stirred, remembering all those years ago when a vampire had saved a Gypsy orphan.

Flu has me down and I felt guilty about not posting this because L is just the most amazing Beta and there's two more parts that need to be posted one is done and being Beta'd and I than one more before the pasts of how they met. Next on what Bruce did to make them want to leave.

THANK YOU L!

Also... review please and make my flue leave me (Lol I know it won't make my flue leave but it helps a lot 8D)