This is a re-write of my last story, this one is written in my more normal style.

"Come on Damian. The weather is beautiful. You're coming out with Tim and me."

"I really don't want to spend any time with Drake, no matter how beautiful of a day it is."

"Let's just leave the demon behind Dick."

"No, we're all going out. As brothers." Damian huffed and pouted.

The day really was beautiful. The scent of the flowers drifted through the air ass the birds sung sweet songs from the trees. Dick was every pleased that he had gotten both Damian and Tim to spend the day together and so far there had been no incidents. Dick didn't fool himself in to thinking this would last but for the moment he was happy. He slowed his pace and pretended to re-tie his shoe lace so he was standing behind his brothers. Tim, although ignoring Damian, seemed to be enjoying himself as he wandered down the path. He studied to flowers and smiled a greeting to the different people who passed them going the other way. Tim Drake really was a gentle person at heart, tho Damian could easily bring out his rough side. Tim cared so very deeply about the people around him and what he did and he did it openly, this was what made the biggest difference between the two youngest Wayne boys. Damian truly did care about the people in his life, even if he wouldn't admit it to himself. If he didn't care he wouldn't insist on accompanying them when he was sure they would die without him? Damian also had a real heart for what they did. He may come of harsh and arrogant and like he's only doing it because his dad wants him to but it isn't true. Dick knew Damian to well to be fooled by that. He also knew that, even if Damian had a secret heart for helping people, he didn't have a heart for brotherly days out in the park. He looked straight in front of his and ignored all the passer-by's. Dick felt his heart break when Damian did glance around, settling on the playground for a moment before returning to the front. He wanted to have fun like the others his age, he just didn't know how.

The lunch Alfred had packed them saw delicious to say the least. There was a range of sandwiches and a variety of fruit. They all ate and enjoyed their lunch in silence. Dick tried to get his brothers to share in a normal convocation but was unsuccessful.

"You really are the brat from hell" Tim screamed at Damian, while the younger boy was fiddling dangerously with the knife he had used to peel an apple. Dick had missed what started the fight.

"Okay. Okay. Calm down."

"You're the issue here Drake."

"I'm not the one trying to kill everyone." Damian growled at got ready to pounce.

"THAT IS ENOUGH… now I would like both of you to calm down." The yelling stopped with Damian leaving. Tim followed, tho he did wait till he was sure Damian wouldn't know.

Tim watched his little brother wander down an ally way, he couldn't hear what his brother was saying from this far way but could see the younger boys lips moving and knew he was most likely mumbling to himself the many ways he could kill or maim him. As Tim watch a 'shady' looking man stopped in the mouth of the ally way, Damian didn't see or hear him. Tim saw the movement of the man's hand, reaching for a gun. Damian still kept mumbling to himself as he slowly moved deeper in to the ally. Not pausing to think too deeply about what would happen to him, Tim jumped in to the line of fire. Damian was his brother and no matter what happened between them that would never change. Tim didn't feel getting shot, he didn't feel anything at all, the bullet moved faster than feelings could.

Damian heard a sound behind him. Quickly swinging round he was just able to see Tim sacrifice himself. As Tim feel the gun man ran. Damian couldn't work out why his first instinct was to grab Tim before he hit the ground, but he did anyway.

"Why?" his brother had stopped a bullet for him. Crimson red covered the ground around them.

"Drake… Drake… TIM…" his brother didn't respond, didn't move. Tears escaped Damian's eyes as he realised Tim was dead. Die for him. He couldn't understand why, maybe one day he would, he hoped he would. He stared into Tim's glassy dead eyes, everything in him froze, never had he felt so cold.

Please review. So did you like it written this way or the first way? hope you liked at lest one. I'm planing on not killing Tim again in the near future and will try avoiding killing Damian, no promises on that tho. is you have any story ideas tell me.

My little sister suggested i do a few stories with people i know in them, think i should try? if you like the idea and want to be in a story message me and we'll see if i can make it happen.

Love,

AtarinaMAK