A/N: After weeks of interruptions, illnesses, and other crises, plus having to handle a succubus determined to take Tim's life force, the Bat Family finally gets a vacation, to the Bahamas, but is it the trip of their dreams? Warning some chapters contain explicit mature themes!

Serpent in Paradise

Part 21

It seems neither of them were immune to nightmares. Seeing the bodies in the village they had morphed into Tim's own family. He was able to wake himself up without waking anyone else. Damian was tossing in his sleep, even kicking out. Samantha was weeping. Tim tried to sooth both. He rubbed Samantha's back while he tried to hold Damian. Damian started to struggle harder, which meant his was turning into a night terror. "Damian, Damian it 's okay. Wake up. I'm here," Tim tried to sooth him, but Damian's was especially stubborn. "Dami . . ." Tim used Damian's nickname.

Damian cried out for Tim. 'They came back for me...they were going to kill me.' The images were terrifying. "No...No...go...leave me alone...I didn't do anything!...Tim..." Damian started to toss and turn. "TIM!" Tears started to fall down Damian's cheeks. "Help me...please..." The man raised his hand. 'The gun was pointed towards me,' Terror filled him as the man was going to pull the trigger. "TIM...AHHHHHHHH!"

"DAMIAN! I'm Here!" Tim grabbed on to him hugging him tight. "Damian . . . it's okay . . . I'm here . . ." Tim started rocking him. "Shhhhh no one's going to hurt you, I'm here. I'm right here. Come on Damian, wake up," Tim coaxed. "You can do it . . . Your safe . . . You're okay . . . .shhhhhh . . .shhhhhh."

Damian's eyes snapped open. He couldn't stop shaking. He clamped his hands around on Tim and started crying.

"Shhhhhhh. It's okay." Tim continued to rock him, though he was puzzled. He never knew Damian to cry like that. He usually kept a lot of his bad dreams to himself. Sometimes he would go to Dick, but this time. He had cried out for Tim. Samantha was now awake hearing Damian's screams. "It's okay. I'm here, I'm not going to leave." Tim got up holding onto Damian and started pacing. If Tim had a rocking chair he'd be sitting in it. His earliest memories were his mother rocking him, but it wasn't in a chair. It was in some kind of swing. Her face was in shadow. It was odd. "It's all right."

"I don't want to be here anymore," Damian sobbed. "I want to go home!" He wailed. 'I don't want to have these night terrors anymore. I'm not getting any sleep.'

"I think Alfred and Dad are trying to get the plane fixed so we can go home. Do you want me to find out?"

"No, don't leave me," Damian continued to sob. "The're going to come for me again." Damian tried to snuggle into Tim even more.

"No, they won't come for you," Tim said while he still held Damian. He was acting like a frightened eleven-ear-old boy, not his usual arrogant self. Tim picked up the pole that he used. It was leaning against the wall. He planted the pole like a spear. "I won't let them. We can go together. Samantha, why don't you take my staff and act as our guard. We'll go see Dad and Alfred. Besides, we need to have Alfred look at Samantha's wrist."

Samantha never saw a little one so scared before. He was shaking and his eyes kept darting around, looking for some one. "I will." She want to help him and picked up the pole.

"Okay . . . Let's go see Dad." Tim carried Damian while Samantha followed, watching their backs. He knocked on Bruce and Alfred's door.

"Master Timothy! Master Bruce said you returned," Alfred exclaimed. "My boy . . ." He was about to give the boy a hug when he noticed Damian trembling in Timothy's arms and a young lady behind him. "Who is this?"

Samantha felt embarrassed and held the pole behind her.

"This is Samantha. She helped me escape. And right now she's acting as guard against the bad men. She received a grieves wound on her wrist." Tim said, playing it up. "And can use your attention."

"Oh my. Well we cannot have that. A guard must have two healthy wrists," Alfred said, joining in the fun. "Come in my dear and let me have a look."

Samantha followed Alfred and Tim inside of the room.

"Is Bruce available? Damian wants to go home."

"Master Bruce is filing a flight plan. I was about to come and wake everyone so we can begin packing."

"Actually I want to speak to Dick and use his laptop," Tim said. "I gave Bruce Devlin's laptop for safe keeping." Tim pulled from his waistband the two devices. He handed Alfred the GPS device to be stored with the other special equipment. "I need to send something to Commissioner Gordon. Damian do you want to stay here with Samantha so she can guard you?"

Alfred waved the young lady to a seat. "Let me look at that wrist."

Damian nodded his head and reached out for Samantha.

Before Samantha walked over to Alfred, she took Damian into her arms and sat down.

Alfred took the young lady's left wrist in his hand and examined it. "Your wrist is swollen. You've developed an infection. We cannot have that." Alfred went over to the trunk and pulled out a small bottle already prepared. "I want you to start taking these. As soon as you are able, we shall have you soak your wrist then when we return to Gotham, we'll have our family Doctor take a look at it."

"I'll be back," Tim kissed Damian on the head and Samantha on the lips. He went to look for Dick. He knocked on his door first.

Dick limped over to open the door. "Hey Tim." He then limped back to sit on the bed.

"Can I use your laptop? Also, Alfred wants us to pack. He told me Bruce is filing a flight plan."

"Okay. The laptop is over there." Dick pointed over to the table and headed over to the closet and pulled out his suitcase and started to fill it up.

Tim sat at Dick's laptop and plugged in the flash drive. "You may want to pack for Damian. He's with Alfred and Samantha right now. He had a really bad night terror." Tim opened the special email program and selected Gordon's email. He then clicked on attachments and started attaching the files. He wrote a note and signed it with his signature of Red Robin and sent it off. "Thanks. Now Devlin won't be trying anything like that again. And when he arrives in Gotham, the GCPD will be waiting for him."

"What was Damian's terror about? Did he tell you?" Dick questioned.

"He thought the men who kidnapped him were coming back for him. I wish I could have protected him from that," Tim said, feeling guilty.

Dick went over to Tim and hugged him. "It's okay. He's still here with us. All we can do now is help him get through his terrors."

"I've never seen him so scared before. They really did a number on him. It's as if they didn't care that he was just a kid." Tim's hands were balling into fists. He felt like he wanted to punch something.

Dick could feel the anger pouring out of Tim. Dick hugged him tighter. "Come on. Let's go check on our brother."

"Yeah. Then we better tell our resident lovebirds they need to pack. They're not going to be too happy about that."

"Like they aren't going to go at it when we get back to the manor," Dick scoffed.

"I think they're trying for a second baby since they lost the first one," Tim said.

"I wish them the best of luck. Maybe they will have twins this time around," Dick smiled.

"Maybe. I better go knock on their door and go pack my bag. I don't have much actually."

"Please be careful, Tim. I don't want you getting an eyeful of whatever they are doing." Dick remembered walking in on them. It was weird, and embarrassing.

"Awe come on Dick, I'm not six," Tim countered.

I'm just looking out for you," Dick replied. Dick knew he couldn't do that anymore now, when it came to things like that. "He's already having sex, thanks to that . . . that . . .' He didn't want to mention her name. He knew Tim would have waited if she hadn't been around and wormed her way into Tim's life.

"I promise I will be careful." Tim smiled slightly. He felt warmth spread through his chest. Tim was appreciating it more just how much Dick does care. He almost lost that.

Dick smiled and kissed his little brother's forehead. "Alright, go interrupt them and I'll check on Damian."

Tim walked to Jason and Sasha's room and knocked.

Jason pulled off of Sasha's breast, feeling annoyed. "Who is it?" He almost growled out. "Can't they read? The Do Not Disturb sign is on the door.' They were on our third round and he didn't want to have to stop. 'If it's the maid, she can come back later.'

"It's Tim . . . Um Bruce is getting a flight plan ready. He wants everyone to pack."

"Alright!" Jason yelled back, then groaned. He really wanted to finish here first but what Bruce says goes.

"Ohhhh," Sasha said disappointed.

"It's only a day's flight from Gotham. Looks like we'll have to finish what we started later, my love," Jason gave her another kiss. "Maybe we could head back to one of the safe houses. We won't be disturbed there."

"Mmmmm sounds good to me," Sasha agreed, then added her own idea. "And maybe a rooftop or two."

"Hell yeah," Jason said. The idea was keeping him hard. The is going to be a problem.'

"You're not getting off that easily. Maybe we should just finish," Sasha said as she guided him in. "I wouldn't want to waste it." Sasha wrapped her legs around him and clamped down. "Give us say 30 minutes maybe an hour," She shouted back at Tim.

"Um okay. Bruce didn't . . . Oh never mind," Tim blushed as he heard the commotion. He shook his head and went back to his room. He had a lot of packing to do.

Continues with Part 22

A/N: The next two parts are going to take a while to edit, so this story will be going on hiatus for a a couple of weeks. Need to get caught up. I'll try to post more before Christmas.