Bruce: 42

Dick:23

Lilly: 19

Jason 17

Tim: 13

For Old Time's Sake

"Lillian Martha Kyle-Wayne! Timothy Jackson Drake!" Bruce shouted mine and Tim's full names as he stormed down the hall.

"Did we forget to hang up our suits or something last night?" Timmy asked me jokingly as he paused the video game we'd been playing.

"I thought we left everything pretty clean." I shrugged.

"Where are my tires?" Bruce demanded when he entered the room.

"Your tires?" Tim and I repeated.

"Maybe they were wearing thin and Alfred started to change them, but stopped to do something else?" I suggested, not really understanding why Bruce was upset about a few tires. It's not like we couldn't afford new ones.

"The tires are missing from the other car." Bruce growled. Now I understood. The tires were missing from the Batcar.

"They were there last night when we left." Tim insisted. "Is anything else missing?"

"Nothing that I noticed." Bruce confirmed."In fact, the cave's surveillance indicated there were no security breaches of any kind last night. That means someone with a code infiltrated the cave."

"But everyone's code is unique." I reminded them. "Why not just look at which code was activated and then you'll know who it was."

"I was planning on doing that, but first I wanted to speak with the two of you."

"The big bad Batman wanted us to confess to our crime huh?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.

"Come on Bruce, it's not like Lilly and I go around stealing tires!" Tim laughed. "Who'd be dumb enough to take Batman's tires anyway?" that triggered something in the back of my mind. A conversation Bruce and I had with someone about two years ago.

"Here's something that's not funny, there's a kid stealing your tires!" I pointed to the Batcar which was now perched on four cinderblocks.

"Can I help you young man?" Bruce asked in the scariest Batvoice he could muster. To the kid's credit he only looked a little shaken up. I'd seen fully grown men more terrified of that tone than he was. He had a lot of guts too because the next thing that came out of his mouth was nothing but pure snark.

"I'd like to tell you that I was borrowin' 'em or changn' your tires for you or something nice but...well like I said, I'd like to tell you that." Then the kid just grinned and went back to the work he'd set out for himself.

"I only know one person." I answered Tim as I jumped to my feet. "C'mon, show me how to figure out which code was used." Dragging Tim along, and followed closely by Bruce, I raced down to the cave. Once we were down there, Tim accessed the security database and pulled up the most recently used codes. "Alright there's Batgirl, that's from me just now. Then there's Batman, obviously that's from before Bruce came to hunt us down, so the code before it is...Ha! Red Hood! I knew it. I told you it wasn't us."

"Jason?" Bruce stepped forward to read the computer himself. "But what would Jason want with my tires?"

"For old time's sake?" I shrugged.

One Year Later

It was late at night, somewhere between three and four AM. I'd fallen asleep at the computer when the roar of a motorcycle echoed through the cave. Lifting my head up, I saw Dick come rolling in.

"Dick, how long have I been asleep?" I asked when he hopped off the birdbike that he'd borrowed for the night.

"About an hour or so." He shrugged. "But you worked hard tonight and I didn't want to wake you."

"I appreciate it." I said twisting my body so that my back would crack. "But next time, I would appreciate you finishing early enough for me to fall asleep in my bed, and not on the keys of the batcomputer."

"I got back as fast as I could." Dick apologized as he tore his mask off. There was the purr of another engine, and loud music blared as another motorcycle sped into the cave. Dick and I had just enough time to jump into fighting stances.

"You bat brats are still up?" The rider laughed as he jerked off his helmet, his red helmet.

"What are you doing here Jay?" Dick demanded.

"Just wanted to leave Bruce a friendly reminder." He shrugged as he killed the engine to his bike.

"What's that suppose to mean?" Dick asked.

"He's here to swipe the tires off the Batcar." I told Dick.

"So you noticed last year?" Jason questioned with a smirk. "Did you put new ones on before he found out?"

"Actually, Bruce is the one who found it. He blamed Tim and I because we were on the schedule that night."

"I should leave a note this time, that way he knows it was me." Jason said before getting to work.

"You're just going to let him take Bruce's tires?" Dick questioned.

"I don't think we could stop him even if we wanted to." I replied. "I'm going to bed, whichever one of you is the last to leave, just make sure the cave's secure."

The next night when Bruce entered the cave he would stumble upon the Batcar, sitting on cinderblocks. with a note taped to the windshield: Happy Anniversary Brucie. Love, Jason.

Two Years Later

"Wait, Titus is still downstairs!" Damian exclaimed as I secured the secret entrance to the Batcave.

"Let's go get him." I rolled my eyes. The usually smart dog had flat out refused to leave the cave that night for whatever reason. Dami and I re-entered the cave to find Titus' nose pointed at the Batcar, a rumbling growl emitting from him.

"Titius? What is it?" Damian demanded as he marched toward the hound.

"Shit." Someone mumbled as a tool clanged to the ground.

"There's an intruder." Damian hissed, preparing for a fight.

"Easy there little bird, there's no alarm going off. No alarm, no intruder." I peaked around the other side of the car to see just who I expected. "Jason, I can't believe you're still keeping this up."

"What is the meaning of this Todd?" Damian barked as he and Titus joined us on the other side of the car.

"It's alright Dami." I told my youngest brother."C'mon let's go upstairs, I'll explain it there. Jace, make sure everything's lock up good okay?" Damian glanced over at Jason, then to me and back several times before calling to his dog.

"Come Titus." He instructed before following me out of the cave. "Explain." He demanded as we walked down the hall towards the kitchen.

"Did I ever tell you that Jason and I knew each other as kids?" I prepared two mugs of hot chocolate for Damian and I as I began to tell him about the grimy apartment building Jason and I lived in when we were little. I told him about how Jason ended up living with his grandmother and about the night Bruce and I stumbled upon Jason mid-theft. "I'm sure Dick or one of the others has told you about Jason's run in with the Joker...you might have even heard about it from your mother or grandfather since it was Ra's who resurrected him. Well every year since Tim came to live with us, Jason enters the Batcave and steals the tires off the batcar."

"Why?" Damian asked drinking down the last of his hot chocolate.

"None of us really know." I shrugged. "I think he does it so we don't forget about him. Like he's worried we don't remember him if he doesn't keep reminding us. Which isn't true at all."

"What are you kids doing up?" Bruce questioned as he stumbled into the kitchen.

"Father, Todd is stealing your tires!" Damian announced.

"Huh, it's that time of year again?" Bruce groaned. "I'll call Lucius in the morning and have him bring a new set by. Jason must have quite a collection these days...I wonder what he does with them."

"I asked him last year," I said putting my dirty coffee mug in the sink. "He gives them back to Mr. Fox, so Lucius can get them back to you. Don't tell him I told you, he likes you to think they're gone for good."