"Urg, my head is killing me" Becky thought as she opened her eyes, she was met with darkness and the beeping of a heart monitor she sat up and looked around; where was she?

"Hello?" she called her, her voice was raspy like it hadn't been used in a while, taking a breath she slid out of the bed, an IV tugging on her arm as she did so knowing she shouldn't pull it out she got back into bed.

She pressed the nurses aid button and laid back down, the last thing she remembered was…Robin?

Oh holy shit.

She got shot.

"Oh my god.." she muttered just as one of the nurses came in, Becky looked up at the woman, "I was shot!" she screamed; ripping the hospital gown enough to see where the bullet hit she began hyperventilating.

"Please, Miss Pennyworth!"

"I was shot!"

Becky didn't mean to be difficult, she just had no fucking clue what was happing she pushed the nurse off her and tried to get out of the bed; she was so scared.

"Please, someone call Bruce Wayne!"

"What happened to me!"

"Now calm down…"

"I want my mother!" Becky cried as she buried her face in her hands, "I'm so confused" she sobbed, "Someone tell me what's going on!"

"Someone call her family!"

It was a usual Monday morning for the Wayne family, even a month after the accident everyone seemed to fall back into place.

"Master Tim! This is the last time I call you!" Alfred shouted up the stairs, "Come on now!" he rested his elbow on the wall, "…I'll inform the school that he'll be late..again" he muttered walking into the kitchen.

Hearing the phone ring before he made it into the kitchen, "Hello?" he asked "Wayne residents" nearly dropping the phone, "Yes! We're be right there!"

"Right where?" Tim asked upon entering the room, "What's going on?"

"Oh….I see…."

"What? Is it…Becky?"

Alfred waved him off and turned the other way, "Yes, tell her were on our way…Yes..goodbye"

"What is it? Is she awake?!"

"Yes but she's very scared and confused" Alfred told him as he hung the phone up, "We'll have to call Master Bruce from the hospital, then inform Master Dick back at collage" he told him.

"What about school?"

"You'll go tomorrow"

Standing in the small shower Becky rested her head on the wall and let the water douse her, her head was pounding, "I should be…dead.." she muttered to herself as she tugged at the lime color hair that grew back; the nurses thought it was dyed.

She rubbed the scar that rested above her left breast, "I…can't believe I made it…" she slid down and sat on the ground, "…He shot me…" she still hadn't let that sink in, since it wasn't her fathers fault…she jumped in front of the gun.

She sighed as she ran a had through her wet hair, "…What now?" she asked herself "…Do...my parents think I'm dead?!" she asked as she curled into a ball; "I'm so scared…"

"Miss. Pennyworth?"

"Y-yes?"

"I just wanted to make sure…that you were okay.."

"I'm fine..I'll be out in a minute.."

The woman said nothing more but Becky knew she left, she heard the clicking of her shoes against the floor, standing up Becky excited the shower and dried herself off; looking up in the mirror she scowled.

As she slipped back into her hospital gown she tugged on the green hair, "Nothing to cut it with this time..I think it's spreading…" she muttered as she rung out her hair and flipped it over her shoulder, "Maybe I should cut my hair.."

She walked out of the bathroom and into her empty room and sat on the edge of her bed, she was glad that the nurses stopped talking about her 'Miracle recovery' she was getting tired of hearing about it, although she wondered if her healing so fast had to do with who her father was.

She wasn't going to question it she just hoped none else did, she sighed and slid father back onto the bed and wondered what she was going to do when…they got there…what was she going to say? To do? She had no idea.

They were the only family she had left now…if they still wanted her that is, she bit her lip and laid down staring down the ceiling that it had all the answers she closed her eyes and sighed; "I hope they aren't angry.."

She opened her eyes again and turned on her side and looked out the window she felt a headack coming on she rubbed her temples, "Great..just what I needed" she muttered as she curled herself into a ball she closed her eyes.

"I just need to calm down…" she muttered as she reached over and grabbed the remote off the nightstand and flipped through the channels when a sudden thought occurred to her, "How long have I been here?"

"What room number was it again?" Tim asked, he clutched a 'Get Well' card in his hand as he stood in the partly empty hallway, "I….forgot.." he looked up at Alfred who placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled.

"305...is something the matter…this is the third time I told you that." Although Alfred knew what was wrong, he had to go get Bruce from some type of meeting and Tim would have to go in alone, the teen said nothing as he walked forward.

"Nah…just a weird number to remember…" Tim said as he looked back at the elder, "When will you be back?"

"About an hour or so"

"….Okay…"

Alfred nodded as he turned back toward the front door, leaving Tim to his own devices the teen took a deep breath and walked toward the elevator with one thought on his mind; "What was she going to say?"

Tipping his foot as he watched the door open Tim stepped out into another empty hallway walking to the receptionist desk he sighed in and made his way down to her room, heart beating a mile a minute as he stood outside the door.

He took a deep breath and placed his hand lightly on the door to scared to push it open, he knew he couldn't just stand out here but he couldn't go in…not yet; he was to afraid.

Feeling some of the nurses burn holes into his back he finally took a breath and pushed the door open, he first only saw the basic hospital room until he stepped inside and the petite blond staring back at him; he held his breath.

"…Tim?!" she exclaimed she threw the blanket off her and slid out of the bed, Tim's stomach twisted thinking she was angry he stepped in further and closed the door behind him and smiled at the girl wanting to greet her as well but his mouth refused to work.

She practically ran over to him and….embraced him? It was sudden Tim wasn't ready for it and he almost fell back, "Tim!" she muttered as she pulled away from him, "…Are you angry?" she asked suddenly her hazel eyes tearing up.

"N-No!" Tim said suddenly as he returned the hug holding her tightly dropping the card as he did so, "I though you would be.." he cut himself off; "I'm glad you're okay.."

Becky gently pushed him away and smiled wiping away tears, "Why would I be angry…I was the stupid one who ran away…where's Bruce and Alfred…are they.."

"On their way" Tim said "I promise"

Becky nodded and realizing how close they were stepped back, pushing unkempt hair away from her face she walked over to the bed gesturing for Tim to follow; "This for me?" Becky asked as she stepped on the get well card.

"Huh?…Oh yeah.." Tim rubbed the back of his neck, "Must of dropped it" he said as he bend over and picked it; handing it to her.

"Thanks I'll put it next to Amber"

"Amber?"

"The bear" Becky said as she jabbed her thumb at the stuffed creature, "I named her"

Tim smiled "I see…" he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the clock, "…How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Not great…but not bad either.." Becky said as she joined him on the bed, "Hey…can I ask you something..?"

Tim jumped, "What?" prying she didn't ask about…Robin, "What is it?"

"How long have I been here?" Becky asked bringing her knees to her chest, "None of the nurses…told me…I mean I didn't ask...I wanted to be told…" she cut herself off and looked up at him, "So...how long?"

Tim said nothing for a moment then gently placed a hand over hers, "It's been…three months Beck.." he told her "And a few other things happened…I'll wait till everyone gets here to tell you.." he felt her grab his hand.

"No…tell me now…I can't wait.."

Tim nodded as he leaned closer to her, "Your…your father…was put back into Arkham…then last month…he and Harley...broke out…we have no idea where they went.."

Becky said nothing for a moment but she looked down, Tim felt something wet drip on his hand he didn't say anything, instead he placed a hand on her shoulder she looked up at him and then again he was wrapped in her embrace.

"It's going to be okay, Becky" he told her as he rubbed her back, "Nothing can hurt you now…"

OMG I HAD A DREAM THAT TTOBQ BECAME A REAL ANIMATED SHOW XD

*Dodges crap being thrown at me* I'M SORRY! T.T I DO HAVE A LIFE BESIDE FANFICTION XD *jk* Now I have said that this was coming to an end and it is, but maybe not as soon as I though I have a few new ideas and such. *Be happy and Leave long reviews* Now, after TTOBQ is all over and done with I don't think I'll be fussing around on FF much anymore.

I'll be working on my own stories over on Fiction Press :D please come and check out my crap over there! :D Now I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I thought the FF was lacking romance and hope you enjoyed the

Becky/Tim fluff ;)