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Days and then weeks passes and Tim had yet to wake up. Continuing to sleep soundlessly in a bed that made him look even smaller than normal.

Not to say that he was ever alone. Everyday someone would come check on him. Mostly Dick and Stephanie, after she learned what happened. Even Jason and Damian had come by every so often. But still it was not enough to make Tim wake up.

Today it was Dick's turn to come visit and he was never late. Upon walking into the room, he saw Stephanie sitting the custom chair next to Tim, reading him a book. Steph always knew exactly what Tim need and when he needed it and that's why they are such best friends. Dick couldn't help but feel a ping of jealously at the blonde for knowing his brother so well. How much of Tim's life had he missed out on? How little did he know about his baby bird?

Of course, being a bat, Stephanie noticed right away when the door opened and Dick stood there watching without having to turn around.

"You know staring it rude." She closed the book and turned smirking. Even though she let the whole family (except for Alfred) have a piece of her mind when she found out about Tim's condition. Stephanie couldn't stay angry forever; this was her only family and family made mistakes.

Dick offered a genuine, but tired smile before walking over. He realized that Jason and Damian are not the only two that need his love and attention. while Steph and Tim may not think, they want or need it, he is going to give it to them anyway.

As soon as Dick had walked the short distance and stood in front of Stephanie, he pulled her into a massive bear hug; the ones he saves for family only.

This of course took Steph by surprise as she wasn't that close to Dick and only knew him through Tim and Barbara. But at the same time, it felt right to have this overgrown child hugging her. To feel all the love, he gives to everyone he meets.

After a few minutes, surprisingly, they pulled apart and smiled at each other.

"I know we have never been that close, but I hope that can change." This instance with Tim made Dick realize that he only knows half of his family and that was about to change.

"Yea, I'd like that." Steph offered a smile that could almost rival his in brightness. Dick could see why Tim liked her so much. She was like a breath of fresh air.

After having had their mini bonding moment, Steph let Dick take over. As he sat down to keep his brother company until later tonight, Dick couldn't help but think about the time when Tim first became Robin and how angry Dick had been.

How could Bruce take on another child? Put another one in danger; especially after Jason? But Tim was so different from both himself and Jason. He was cautious, calculating but he also had that childish light that every Robin possess in the beginning. A light, Dick realizes, that has long since faded from Tim's eyes. When was the last time Tim took any time off? Laughed like no one was around. Just truly enjoyed life, without concern? When was the last time Tim was the kid he was supposed to be?

Dick knew that when he took Damian as his Robin, that he was taking a chance on his and Tim's relationship. What he did not expect was that Tim completely detach himself from all his friends and family and go on a crazy chase to prove that Bruce was still alive.

A theory that Dick thought was insane and only further strained their relationship. Not to mention that Tim was in fact correct about Bruce and brought him home. The amount of guilt of not believing Tim during that time is something that Dick will never get rid of.

To make matters worse, Dick had the nerve to ask Tim to try and work with Damian and Jason as they were reincorporated into the family. How could Dick as that of Tim? After everything the former two had done to him. How much they had hurt him, when all Tim wanted was to get along.

As Dick was having his deep guilt trip, a large shadow fell over him. Turning around he saw Jason leaning against the doorway.

"Hey." For once Jason didn't have some snarky comment to fire. Ever since Tim got hurt weeks ago, the tension in the manor could be cut with a knife. No one was fighting with each other and everyone was holding their breath; waiting for Tim to wake up.

"Hi." Dick offered quietly; so, unlike him. After seeing that is was Jason, Dick turned back to Tim.

"How's he doing?"

"Alfred says he's stable and Leslie says it's up to Tim now." Dick brushed some hair away from the surprising childlike face.

They sat in silence. Jason never leaving the doorway and Dick never asking him to come closer.

"What if he doesn't want to wake up?" Dick asked after a few minutes; the sadness leaking through in his voice. He could not lose another brother.

"Dick don't…."

"I'm serious! What if we pushed him too far?" Dick turned so quick that you though his neck would snap. Gone was the happy, optimistic, goofy smile and in its place, was a look of someone who had been through so much heartache.

"And I'm telling you that baby bird won't do that! The kid might be reserved and seem depressed, but that is just his personality. He is way to stupor to die!" Jason yelled back as he walked closer to the bed where his brother lay.

"Jason." Dick had never him call Tim by anything other than some rude or threatening name. It was a pleasant and welcome surprise. Maybe there was still hope for their family yet.

"I mean. Shit. I never hated the kid because he was him, but because I felt like Bruce was moving on from me. That I was just a name on the list." Jason never opened about anything; only to Dick and Alfred. Jason looked down at his younger brother and for some bizarre reason he just wanted the kid to wake up and be alright. A kid who he had threatened to kill on multiple occasions and sometimes come very close.

As he was looking, Jason noticed bandages right above Tim's right hip. A small bandage; for a small wound. Like a gun shot.

It all dawned on Jason at that second; that was the wound he gave Tim a few nights before his accident. He was the reason Tim was too slow to react to that scumbag. He is the reason Tim is laying here like a vegetable.

"Jay. Jason!"

"Huh. What." Jason broke his dazed stare from Tim and turned to Dick who was now standing by his side.

"You okay? I called your name like 5 times."

"Yea. Just thinking." Jason glanced back at Tim, and Dick could have sworn he saw a flash of guilt and anger rise in his oldest younger brother's eyes.

"How about we get some food. I'm starving." Jason offered as he turned to leave. He just wanted to be out of this room and away from the source of his guilt.

As Dick rambled about something or another, Jason swore that he was going to find the person, hell even the entire gang, that did this to Tim and return it full force. No one hurt his brother and got away with it.