Got this inspiration from a quote which I incorporated into the story. Hope y'all like it! RRR

Nightwing and Red Hood ran a mission together and Nightwing dragged along Robin, hoping to create some 'brother bonding time' as Dick so eloquently put it. Red Hood couldn't care less and judging by Robin's attitude and occasional 'Tt' accompanied by what Jason assumed was an eye roll, though he couldn't actually see it because of Robin's mask, Robin didn't care either. The mission was a major drug and gun running bust. Red Hood had gotten the intel the past month and when he learned of the scale of the operation, he made the decision to call in assistance. It was a good idea, overall. Turns out three of them were almost not enough. If it weren't for the determination that Hood and Robin both had to knock out as many as possible (competitive much? Though they'd never admit it), they would have been struggling. When all was said and done, guns and drugs destroyed, they headed back to the cave. What they hadn't been expecting when entering the cave was to hear yelling. All three parked their motorcycles, removed their helmets, and looked at each other. They could tell it was Bruce and Tim, but what were they yelling at each other for? Bruce and Tim were both partially dressed for patrol, Bruce without cowl and cape and Tim without his domino and cape.

Neither previous occupant of the cave noticed their entrance. They started walking towards Bruce and Tim who were near the bat computer, noticing the various objects on the floor around Bruce. They almost questioned it, but then Tim grabbed an item from the nearby workbench and threw the object at Bruce, Bruce expertly knocking the object to the side before it could impact. Bruce went to take a couple steps forward but was suddenly met with Nightwing holding him back. Both men continued to yell, paying the others no mind. Tim turned to grab another object and that's when Red Hood came up, ripping it from his hand as he was preparing to throw it. He set it back down (out of reach of Tim of course) and grabbed Tim's shoulders, pulling him back.

Robin just stood to the side, arms crossed, watching everything unfold.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that you're an expert on my life and how I should live it. Please continue while I take notes." Sarcasm dripped through his words.

"Tim, just calm do-" Bruce tried saying.

"Calm down?! FUCK YOU, Bruce!" Tim seethed back. Tim turned towards the motorcycles, slipping his domino over his eyes.

Bruce took a few steps in Tim's direction. "Come back here, Red Robin." This made Tim freeze in his spot. Not because of Bruce's commanding voice, but because he called him Red Robin.

"Is that all I am to you?" Tim was still turned away as he asked this.

"What do you mean?" Bruce asked.

"Am I just another one of your pawns, doomed to play a part in your never-ending crusade? Is this what Jason has been talking about for all these years?" Tim turns around and yells again, "My name is TIM! NOT RED ROBIN! We are not on patrol; we are not in public. Call me by my name." Tim said through his teeth.

"Fine. Tim." Bruce lamented. This was not the way he was hoping his third child would respond to his command.

"What is your issue, Bruce?" Tim was glaring at him. He still hasn't spared a glance at his "brothers" standing behind Bruce. Why won't they defend him? Tim knows at least Jason has fought this round with Bruce before.

"Tim, lately there has been a real problem with your attitude."

Tim made a face like he couldn't believe what Bruce was saying. "I don't have an attitude problem. You have a problem with my attitude and that's not my problem." Tim made a half turn, Bruce now to his left, motorcycles to his right.

"Tim don't leave. We need to talk about this."

"Talk about what, Bruce? There is nothing to talk about. Trying to talk to you is like trying to talk to a brick wall. Nothing gets through your thick skull. It all goes in one ear and out the other." Tim waves his hands wildly as he said this. "After everything I have done for you, pulling you back from the edge after Jason died, training as hard as I could to be a good Robin, becoming the most skilled in technology and weaponry, because I lacked in strength, helping you deal with Jason's return, helping you deal with the discovery and subsequent arrival of Damian, finding you and bringing you back from the time stream when literally no one else believed me. Hell, Dick even threatened to throw me in Arkham. I ran away from Gotham and took up an alliance with our greatest enemy to bring you home. You have no idea what Ra's did to me. You never so much as thanked me for bringing you back. In fact, no one did."

Each of the men in the room stared in horror as Tim spilled out failure after failure. Jason and Dick reeling from their respective mentions.

"Jason and Damian each tried killing me because of the damned mantel of Robin. No one ever did anything to try and stop them." Tim continued; this time Damian went rigid as well. He understands the mistakes he had made back then, though he supposes he should make those mistakes clear with Tim at some point.

"Tim, I-" Bruce tried cutting in, but Tim continued.

"I dealt with so much from you Bruce. The abuse you dealt me while training me as Robin, the pain filled, cold and lonely nights walking back to my parents' house at three am because you couldn't stand the thought of me staying in the house. Even the times I showed up in the cave with bruises across my face and body, you never dared to do anything, but you knew my parents were abusing me. Only after their death did you even bother to bring me in. By then, it was too late. The damage was done. I was broken by the age of fifteen. And you never noticed."

"Tim, I didn't know you felt like this." Bruce tried getting through to Tim. Tim's face soured.

"Do you really want to know how I feel?" Tim almost whispered.

"Yes." Bruce had a feeling he'd regret this.

"I felt weak. You made me feel weak. And useless. And insecure. You were the only person I thought I could trust, but I was dead wrong. All you ever did was use me. I was your little puppet, and you were the master. I was always bent to your whim and push passed the breaking point. I had nowhere else to go. I gave you everything I had. That little kid who so desperately wanted to become Robin, he's dead. I am not the same kid who came here trying to help. In reality, Bruce, I gave up on you a long time ago. You changed me. You made me question everything about myself and then tore me down every time I tried to figure it out." Tim had ground out every word with the pent-up frustration and pain from the last few years.

"Timmy…" Dick finally piped up form behind Bruce. He had a hand over his mouth. Damian stood there looking shocked. Jason looked hurt, though Tim wasn't sure if it was for himself or Tim.

"I'm done." Tim looked to the ground, shoulders slouched, his voice barely managing those two words. "I want to say that there's still hope but sometimes things just don't go your way. I came so far, just to end up here. I'm done with Bat Inc. I'm over trying to please you. I just can't do it anymore." Tim turned away hugging his own body to close himself off. He continued walking to the bikes. Dick ran forward.

"What about our family? Tim, we are your family." Dick looked so hurt and lost and confused. He hadn't known about his little Timmy's pain.

"We were never a real family, Dick. We are Bruce's creation, family in name, but not in fact. We are just strangers living under the same roof, destined to be alone. Starved for attention. Damaged by our upbringing. And haunted by what might have been." Tim slips the helmet over his head, starts the bike, and drives off. No one dared move from their spots. What more could they do? It seemed Tim was already lost to them.

Maybe someday Tim would return to them. But for now, they just let him go. He needed time.