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Tim POV

I walked into the Manor, shutting the door behind me silently. Hopefully, no one would try to talk to me again. All it did was cause fights, and that's not what I wanted. Not after the great time I had talking to Roy and Conner.

I almost got to my room without someone trying to mess with me. Sadly, the key word was 'almost'. "Alright kid, everyone's been freaking the hell out ever since you got back from the Justice League HQ. So tell me, what the hell is going on?" Jason asked, glaring down at me with his hand gripping my shoulder tightly.

"Really? Then ask the others. I'm not in the mood. Besides, my wings are killing me." I said, tugging his hand off and walking into my room.

Jason followed me in as I took off my shirt, obviously not caring about what I said. "I have asked the others. They won't say anything, and Dick just looks guilty if I ask more than once." Jason said, closing the door behind him.

"Good." I said, scowling at Jason when he hit lightly on the shoulder.

"Brat, just tell me what's going on. Everything's been tense, and no one's telling me what's wrong." Jason said, frowning when I looked at the ground with my wings wrapped around me, sort of like a protective shield.

"Yeah, they didn't tell me till I found out either." I said, sitting on my bed, looking at the ground.

"So I get it, they screwed up. But what did they do to cause this?" Jason asked, sitting next to me.

"You know how I was supposed to go to the Justice League HQ?" I asked, looking at him through the corner of my eyes to see his nod.

"They lied to me, and to the rest of the others. They were supposed to take us to the Watch Tower, but instead they took us to some stupid tourist sight." I said, scowling at my floors.

Jason's frowned deepened, his eyes sharpening into an angry look. Jason wasn't mad at me, I knew that much. No, he was mad at everyone else, mostly because- and this a direct quote- I was his 'favorite brother because the others are assholes'.

"So what does that have to do with Damian and Dick? They aren't apart of the League." Jason asked, careful not to touch me since he had his gloves on, and I didn't want to see what he's done with his gloves.

"They were the ones that talked Dad into it." I said, glaring at the picture of me and Dick that was on my dresser.

It had been my 11th birthday party, and it was at the carnival we went to. It had been one of the happiest times I had with Dick. Now I didn't want anything to do with him.

Jason sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Of course Dick would act like a dick." Jason muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

"Yeah, trust me, no one knows it more than me." I said, laying down on my stomach with my wings spread out widely.

Jason sighed again, muttering something about bastards under his breath. "Listen kid, just don't let them get to you, alright?" Jason said before leaving.

If only he understood that it wasn't that easy.

Tim POV

"And where do you think your going?" A deep voice asked as I opened the door.

I froze, my hand tight around the handle to the door that led to my freedom. Sadly, freedom wasn't an easy thing. "Out." I said, slinging my back pack over my shoulder as I opened the door.

"Not until your telling me where your going." Dad said, using his powers to stand next to me without walking. He put his hand on mine, and pulled the door shut again.

"Why should I? It's not like you give a damn." I said, pushing my gloved hand against his so the door would open.

He glared at me, obviously ticked that I was cussing. "Yes I do, and your telling me where your going, or you can forget about leaving at all." Dad said, slamming the door shut and glaring down at me.

"I'm going to hang out with Roy and Bart. Happy now?" I asked, pushing against his hand again to walk out.

"No. That's who you're going to be with, not where your going." Dad said, though he let me through the door.

"Does it really matter?" I asked calmly, then, pinched a nerve on his wrist that made his hand go limp.

I pushed the door open, and ran out with Dad scowling at my back. "Timothy, get back inside this house." He yelled behind me, and from the sudden crack of bone, he was trying to fix his hand.

"Why should I?" I yelled back, pushing the gate out of my way, and ran towards the manhole quickly at my full speed.

Dad didn't expect me to run at my full speed, meaning, he didn't go after me at full speed either. And thankfully, that meant he didn't know where I went.

"Dad's going to be pissed when he finds out I took off my tracker." I muttered as I walked into the Mountain.

"Dude! Your late!" Bart said, running up to me and stabbing an accusing finger at me.

"Sorry, but my dad held me up. You know how he gets." I said, scowling at the ground.

"Oh. Well, let's go to the kitchen then!" Bart said, his grin only faltering slightly before running off to the kitchen with me in tow.

"Finally." Roy (The younger) muttered as he looked at a paper on the kitchen table.

I frowned at Roy, walking next to him. It was obvious that he was upset over a fight with Ollie, but... he never acted this bad. "What are you staring at?" I asked, instead of the other questions floating around in my mind.

"Costume design by Red Arrow. Pretty sure I'm going to kill him after this." Roy said, putting his hands into fists.

"It can't be that bad." I said, picking up the piece of paper.

I gulped, and bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. Red Arrow obviously was teasing Roy about his name choice, and chose the worst possible costume choice. It was like a weird mixed version of Captain America and Guardian's uniforms, but red.

It had a red shield, mostly like Captain America's. It had boots like Guardian's, gloves like him too, but had a shirt like Captain America's without the star. Only red instead of blue. The funny thing was, he hated Captain America, and hated it when people compared him to his uncle.

"Okay, apparently I was wrong. At least we know what not to do now, right?" I asked, setting it back down while snickering behind my hand.

"He has a point." Bart said, looking at the drawing. It really wasn't that bad, despite how much Roy hated it. I wondered if Roy could draw this well, if his clone could.

"At least now we don't have to worry about doing things wrong, Arrow already did that." Roy muttered.

"Thanks for the gratitude." Arrow said, walking in with a smirk that told us he wasn't hurt in the slightest Conner.

"Welcome." Roy muttered.

"So, back to the whole costume thing. How are we going to do it? I mean, not all of us can steal our brother's costumes." Bart said with a smirk shot at me.

"Oh, shut up. Nightwing used it once, when he was on the Teen Titans. Why shouldn't I use it? It's not like he's going to ever use it again. He doesn't even use the damn belt." I snapped, clenching my own fists.

Everyone froze, and looked over at me shocked. Even though I had just met Conner and Roy (older) for just a few days, they knew I didn't get like this easily.

"Alright, calm down, kid. Anyone else got an idea for a costume?" Roy (younger) asked.

I sat on a kitchen counter, taking a calming breath while thanking Roy for the subject change. "Whatever it is, it has to be different from what we had before, right? I mean, not just because we don't want Cadmus or the League to recognize us, but because we want to change, right?" Conner asked, shocking us all. In fact, I think that's the longest he ever spoken to us so far.

"Yeah, that's right. It also has to be something so different nobody would expect it." I said, getting over my shock with a small smile.

"Like what? Both Roy's dressing the same?" Bart asked aloud.

Everyone froze, and the Roy's stared at each other. "No way in hell!" They both yelled, glaring at Bart.

I blinked, remembering an argument I got into with Damian. He was being a prick, like normal, and we started fighting like we usually did. It was nothing different than what we usually do.

Then, Dick came in. That wasn't weird either, after all, everyone in the family had walked into one of our fights, even Barbara, Steph, and Cass. But after a few moments of staring at us, Dick grew a too sweet smirk we both knew meant something bad was about to happen. 'You two are so cute. You both look like you're trying to give the other a bigger hug than the last one you gave each other.' Dick had said when we started trying to tackle each other, making both of us yell...'no way in hell!'.

I stared at the Roy's as they looked sick, probably close to puking their guts out. But... they almost seemed like brothers. "I don't know, it might work. Cadmus and the League would never expect you two to dress the same. And you don't have to be exactly alike, just mostly alike." I said, causing the Roy's to stare at me as the younger gave me a look of hurt.

"They have a point." Conner grunted.

"You are all assholes. I mean seriously, he already has the name 'Avenger'. Your going to make it worse for him." The older Roy said, causing the younger to glare at him.

"Will you shut up! At least it's not Red Arrow." The younger yelled, pouncing on him with his mechanical arm in front of him as they both began to fight on the ground.

"I swear, they're almost as bad as you and Damian." Bart whispered into my ear.

I shrugged, then smiled when I got an idea. "Wait, I got it!" I said, snapping my fingers and catching everyone's attention.

"You two could where red. I mean, it seems to be you's guys favorite color, considering I've seen you both in red boxers. Maybe something like, I don't know, a red tank top almost and black pants. The rest you guys could make different anyway you want." I said, making the two look at each other as the older had the younger Roy in a head lock with his head pressed into his side, and the younger Roy about to elbow the older in the crotch with his metal arm.

"I guess it could work. It doesn't sound like hell." The younger Roy muttered, elbowing the older in the crotch to make him put him down.

"You- asshole!" The older groaned.

"So... I guess we'll start making the costumes soon. I'm pretty sure there's a sewing machine some where around here, since they needed to fix costumes every now and then." Bart said with a grin, probably thinking about his costume.

"Sounds good to me." I said, grinning back at him as the Roy's continued to fight.

Suddenly, the alarms started flashing red through out the entire Mountain, and the loud scream of the buzzer deafened us. "What's going on?" Conner asked through clenched teeth as he covered his sensitive ears.

"I set up the alarm to tell us whenever someone gets close to the Mountain. I'm not sure who it is, but whoever they are, they know we're here." I said, running towards the exit of the Mountain after putting on some shades.

"Like the Justice League?" The younger Roy asked.

"No. The league would have been able to hack us before the alarms went off, and so would Cadmus. This is someone else." I said as we all ran outside to fight the enemy at our doorstep.

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