Disclaimer: not mine

I've decided that I will post the other versions as separate fics, so Blood Childe v2, etc.

Tim gets to go a little feral in this one.

Chapter 6

Red eyes almost glowed in the dark, pale lips drawing back, revealing fangs as he hissed in displeasure. He could smell them...threats…danger to his. He watched Kon collapse, skin taking on a green tinge. Heard and saw the figures attack the others, hurting them. He snarled loudly, slamming hands against the hard wall. Out! Had to get out!

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She strolled into Timothy's 'Nest', taking in the sight of the downed clone thanks to their careful acquirement of some Kryptonite and then Batman and the Red Hood over at the massive computer. And then there was Timothy himself, snarling and throwing himself against the cell door, eyes bright. They'd been keeping him well fed at least.

She walked to the cell and smiled at her Childe. "Hush now Timothy," she chided as he growled at her and he frowned in confusion.

"Tiimm," the clone slurred, trying to get up.

Tim looked to him but then back to her, making a confused noise.

"We'll deal with them first, you just stay there for now," she told him, turning her back on the cell.

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Kon struggled to get up, to get to Tim. How much Kryptonite did they have for him to be feeling so bad so fast? He tried to push himself to his knees only to be shoved down, a boot pressed to the small of his back. "D'nt hurt him," he forced the words out, and heard a feminine laugh, grimaced as the boot ground into his spine.

"Oh, little clone, why would I ever hurt my precious Childe?" she whispered in his ear, and he could smell the blood on her breath.

Tim often smelt of blood now, but not like she did. It didn't make him feel sick to smell it on Tim, no, with Tim it was becoming part of his normal scent, just like the hint of death had.

The boot lifted from his back as clawed hands latched onto him, hauling him up and over to Bruce and Jason, both unconscious.

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"Richard, have you heard from Father?" Damian asked as he approached.

Dick paused in suiting up. "I thought he was upstairs?"

"No, and Alfred has not seen him either."

Dick frowned and moved to the computer even as he pulled his suit up, slipping his arms into the sleeves. He brought up the system, seeing nothing in the logs. "He was going to stop in on Tim this afternoon…" he brought up his trackers and frowned. "He's still there." Dick activated his comm only to get no answer.

"There is a blackout at Drake's building, two whole blocks have gone dark," Damian called, looking at a news bulletin.

"Suit up!" Dick barked, going to his bike, but then changing direction for the armoury. He grabbed a few extra items, things that Constantine had sent their way.

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He stared, confused. Enemy…not enemy? Kon sick? Needed him, had to help. He paced in agitation. He growled when they dragged his Kon away. He shook his head, trying to do something…anything… and then he stared at the wall. He bit his lip but then hesitantly reached out, something…something he knew…

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Jason slowly swam back to conscious, feeling his hands bound tightly behind his back. He blinked, blood in his eyes…head injury, wonderful. And there was Kon, looking sickly green, Kryptonite poisoning. Shit! Had had someone breached the Nest? And there was Bruce, still out cold. There'd been a blackout…but it looked like the emergency power had finally kicked in. Kon met his eyes, and Jason was surprised to see fear.

"Well, well, look who's awake," a stranger spoke, no, that voice…oh yeah, they were in trouble. That was the voice from Tim's cowl footage. A hand in his hair yanked his head back. "You've caused my Childe so much pain over the years and yet he hasn't ripped your throat out. A testament to his control even so young?"

Jason kept his mouth shut and his eyes closed. Whatever she'd done to Tim back then, it'd seemed to need eye contact so he wouldn't give it. She chuckled and pinched his cheek, hard.

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They stopped their bikes a block away from the dark buildings, firing their grapple guns and flying up to the roof. It was winter, the blackout could be dangerous if it lasted too long, though at least it wasn't Crime Alley where it would turn deadly very quickly. They ran across the rooftops, scanning for any enemies. The fact their bodies didn't generate heat like a living person made it harder.

It was concerning that they ran into no one, reaching the underground access tunnel to the Nest without any issues. They moved through it cautiously, Robin with his sword in hand and Nightwing with his eskrima sticks in hand.

Emerging into the Nest itself, the emergency lights on low, they didn't have time to take in the base Tim had built for himself. Dick stared in horror and fought the urge to throw up as he saw what was happening.

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It was instinct, the need to protect, that had his fingers digging into the hidden panel, popping it open to flip the switches, the door silently sliding open. He crouched, slipping out, scenting the air for others, for threats. He could see them but kept low and moved slow.

A cry of pain had his lips pulling back, revealing his fangs as he crouched, tracking…he leapt.

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Kon struggled weakly as the vampire yanked his head back. Weakened by Kryptonite, his skin wasn't invulnerable which meant he was as vulnerable as Jason and Bruce. Not good. Unless they could only drink human blood? He wasn't even half human, Kryptonian DNA was more dominant. His arm was wrenched back and he cried out in pain as it dislocated.

There was a blur of motion and then a scream and Kon blinked. Tim? He shook his head to clear his vision and then gagged.

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There was no warning, one moment she had been about to kill the clone, to sever that connection and then next there was a sharp pain in her throat, weight bearing her down to the ground. She could feel the blood pouring from the wound and lifted her arms to fight back only to freeze at the sudden agony. She managed to look up to see Timothy crouched over her, his mouth blood and his hand buried in her chest. There was a sharp tugging motion as he ripped his hand back out.

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It hurt but he fought through the pain, ignoring the desire to please her. Kon was his! He buried his fangs in cold flesh, ripping deeply even as they fell to the ground. Without hesitating he slammed his hand into the chest, reaching inside and ripping free the heart. The body beneath him went still even as he raised his hand to his mouth and bit down.

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Jason had beheaded people, done some pretty nasty things…but ripping a heart out then…eating it? Yeah…no, that was too much. He took shallow breaths, the smell of old blood strong in the air, glancing over at Kon to see he looked about to hurl, not that he blamed him. A soft noise of disbelief had him realising Bruce was finally awake…right in time to see his son brutally destroy the woman who had killed him.

The other vampires milled around, seeming confused, lost. The sudden sound of crackling electricity had Jason turning to the vehicle entrance, watching Dick take down a vampire only for another to lose its head to Damian's sword. Backup. That was good.

And then a loud snarl rang through the Nest, everyone freezing before looking back at where Tim was crouched, blood coating his lower face. "MINE!"

Jason blinked in shock; he'd spoken! Well yelled, but still.

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Kon stared at Tim, heart pounding in his chest, he wasn't scared of him, he could never be scared of Tim. He was covered in blackish blood, eyes glowing bright red, claws flexing as he stared at the other vampires. That yell… he swallowed, trying to move only to feel pain lance through his arm, biting his lip to keep from crying out. And yet those red eyes still snapped to him, narrowing as they studied him.

Tim snarled again, launching at another vampire who actually whimpered, trying to get away. They all were…but why? Because Tim had killed the obvious leader or was it something else?

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Bruce watched his son go on the attack, his head throbbing. He felt sick to his stomach at the sight of Tim acting so feral, it was worse than the first time he'd seen him in the cell. But...that one word cry. He was…defending them? He'd finally spoken but he didn't sound like Tim, the cry had been more guttural than Tim's voice. Because he hadn't spoken in so long or part of being a vampire?

He managed to push himself up against the computer console, looking around, relieved but also wary at seeing no sign of the Joker. Then again, had it been long enough for him to rise?

He glanced at Jason to see him helping Kon-El sit up, the boy clutching his arm to his chest, leaning heavily against Jason, and looking ill. That meant there was a good amount of Kryptonite nearby that they needed to deal with immediately. If not for that, he might actually be calling for Clark's help.

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Damian shifted to stand back-to-back with Richard, keeping a wary eye on Drake as he ripped through the others of his kind, snarling in rage. He had never truly considered him a real physical threat before, but now he most definitely was. Would he turn on them next? If he did, it would likely fall to Damian to deal with him, the others would be unable to do so until it was too late and at least one of them was dead. He did not…particularly want to have to do it, not anymore. He did not like Drake or the way he imposed upon the family but he no longer wished to see him dead…even if he technically was now.

It wasn't all that surprising when the remaining vampires scattered, vanishing in the low lights. That left Drake, standing halfway between them and the others, breathing heavily despite not needing to breath at all. He kept scanning the area, snarling softly, clawed hands flexing and relaxing. Damian kept his sword ready, still able to hear the crackly of electricity behind him. Richard had not let his guard down either, good.

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Kon watched Tim as he fought the others, it was one thing to know how he had changed and another to see it so clearly. But despite it all, Kon thought he looked beautiful, even covered in blood, even haven literally eaten a heart. But it was over now, right? Tim seemed to be searching for more threats, Damian and Dick ignored which was good.

"Tim," he called and Tim's head snapped towards him. With the Kryptonite, his senses had dulled enough he didn't see his boyfriend move, one second he was in the middle of the room and then next he was crouched in front of them. He startled, unable to help it, and Tim jerked back, whimpering softly. "Hey, no, come here Tim." He reached for him with his uninjured arm.

Tim slowly shuffled closer, the glow slowly fading from his eyes as he looked Kon over. He whined again, distressed, and Kon smiled at him, twitching his fingers in a come here motion. Tim moved closer, reaching up to take his hand, his fingers sticky with drying blood but Kon ignored it. He tugged Tim's hand and Tim let him pull him in. Kon relaxed back against Jason as Tim scented him, hands running over him, looking for more injuries like he had a thousand times before after a mission.

"Think he'll attack me for setting your shoulder while Dick and Damian look for the Kryptonite?" Jason asked, and Tim looked up at him, frowning.

"He won't," Kon stated. He reached up to stroke Tim's face and Tim leant into his touch, eyes closing as he began to purr.

"Okay, brace yourself," he warned, and Kon grunted, biting back a scream as his shoulder snapped back into place.

Tim nuzzled at him, hand running over the shoulder ever so gently. "K...kkk…"

Kon stopped breathing, eyes locked on Tim.

"Kkkon," Tim got out, and Kon took a shaky breath, wrapping his uninjured arm around Tim, tugging him closer.

"I knew you were still in there," he whispered. And then he sighed in relief, feeling better within seconds as the Kryptonite was either removed or put behind lead. He pulled back enough to look Tim in the eye. "Are you hurt?"

Tim lifted his arm to show claw marks ripped through his bloody clothes in his side, and Kon lifted the shirt, relieved to see the wound was literally healing before his eyes and that Tim had understood his question.

"Kryptonite's locked up tight. Where's the first aid kit?"

"Medbay's next level up, right over us," Jason answered Dick's question.

Kon sat up, shifting them both away from those who needed medical help. He felt better every second now that was gone. "Hey Clark?" he called. "We could use some help. The vampires attacked. Just go slow, Tim's out of the cell and a bit on edge."

Tim made a noise; it sounded like he disagreed and Kon kissed a bloody cheek. Not like he could catch anything from it, but the sooner he got Tim cleaned up the better.

A few seconds later Clark made his way inside, looking around. He saw Tim and his eyes widened. "Is he?"

"He's okay," Kon told him. He motioned towards where Dick and Damian were working to get Jason and Bruce up and Clark nodded, moving to help.

Kon waited a little longer and then carefully got to his feet, Tim shifting under his arm to steady him when he swayed, making concerned noises. "I'm okay," he promised. "Let's get you cleaned up, okay?"

He was happy when Tim nodded and actually moved towards the showers without any other encouragement needed. He didn't look too closely at the bodies they walked by but he did notice they seemed to be decomposing very quickly. That should help the clean-up at least.

Once at the showers, he simply ripped Tim's clothing off, it wasn't salvageable anyway, and then got them both into a hot shower, tenderly washing Tim clean of blood. Tim purred, running his hands over Kon's body in return, paying extra attention to his shoulder.

"You saved us," he murmured. "I'm so proud of you Tim. I love you so much Rob." He was shaking slightly; it had been close. She'd been so sure of herself and her control of the situation. Kon had no clue how Tim had gotten loose but he was so glad he had. Would they have been killed or turned? He figured he would have been killed since who knew how his biology would react if she'd tried to turn him.

He slumped as Tim wrapped his arms around him, holding him close, purring softly. He was really loving the purring; it was so soothing. Tim nuzzled at him and then shifted to kiss him, it felt different to the other kisses they'd shared since Tim's turning, more…tender, loving.

"Kon…mmine."

"Yeah Tim, I'm yours and you're mine."

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Dick carefully cleaned out Bruce's injuries, unable to help glancing at the lower floor on and off, but there was nothing to see. The showers were not visible from the upper levels.

"I'll take care of the mess," Clark murmured before vanishing.

That was nice, it was not a job he was looking forward to.

"You okay B?" He asked as he carefully worked on the head wound.

"Hnn."

"Bruce, what Tim did…" please don't blame him.

"He's not responsible," Bruce finished for him, and Dick relaxed, seeing Jason untense as well.

They'd both been worried Bruce would react how he had when Jason had first come back. But Tim's situation was different to Jason's, Jason had been fully cognizant of his actions even if he had been influenced by the Pit. Tim…it was obvious he wasn't back, not yet, but he was on the way. He'd spoken! Last time he talked to Jason, which was yesterday, the kid couldn't speak. Hopefully, he'd be able to leave the Nest soon, even if only for the apartment or Manor. He just wanted his little brother back, wanted to make up for everything that had gone wrong between them.

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Tim, he was Tim. He pressed Kon against the wall, kissing him again and again, soaking up the warmth. He was cold, always so cold. Bad was gone now, all safe. Felt so good.

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Kon grunted when his back hit the wall, it was still a little odd that Tim was now strong enough to be able to manhandle him to an extent. He grabbed Tim and hefted him up, letting him wrap his legs around Kon's waist as they kept kissing. He had to remember the others were just upstairs, that Clark could hear them… Tim didn't seem to care at all and Constantine had warned him about that, that vampires didn't have human inhibitions. Tim moved to latch onto his throat, sucking at the skin hard enough that Kon wondered if he'd have his first ever hickey. He let his head thud against the tile, closing his eyes, supporting Tim with one hand, the other moving to wet black hair.

"Tim…" he groaned. They really needed to stop…

"Kon," Tim nuzzled at him.

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Clark was relieved to find an incinerator, dumping the already decomposing vampires inside it to burn the rest of the way. He was doing his best not to listen to what was happening in the showers, he never wanted to know those details of Kon's life. He hadn't seen Tim since…it'd been a long time. Maybe a few months after Bruce's return? So, seeing him like that, inhuman red eyes and covered with blood… part of him wanted to pull him away from Kon, away from the vulnerable humans. But the way Kon looked at him and Tim looked at Kon. No matter how Tim had been changed, it seemed he still loved Kon. But would that be enough?

The League had not been happy to learn of what had happened to Tim, even after Dick's rather cheerful verbal beatdown. It had been a bit creepy honestly. But for most, it had worked. Still, some now insisted Tim was a villain, just because he had been turned into a vampire. John had backed Dick on that, all of Justice League Dark had warned them to stick to their own strengths and leave the supernatural to them. Which was why Clark had called him as soon as he had gotten Bruce and Jason settled. Best to have him take a look around and make sure the Nest was safe.

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John appeared in the Nest, he liked the name, it suited the kid. He looked around and grimaced, noticing the cell was empty. Ah hell, he really hoped Red hadn't accidentally killed someone or something.

"In here," Supes called, and John headed back to find a pile of dead vampires. That wasn't weapons damage…no some was, mostly sword so the little feral Robin most likely. "Apparently most of this was Tim. They attacked, and he responded to defend the others. They had Kryptonite which took Kon out of the fight."

"Vampires with Kryptonite?" that was a nightmare, wonderful. "The kid?"

"Tim? In the showers with Kon. He was…a bit of a mess."

With this much carnage, he would be. Vampires fights were brutal and very messy since they used teeth and claws mostly. At least he hadn't ripped anyone's head off?

Clark grimaced suddenly, and…was he blushing? Oh…right, he had warned Superboy about that. Hopefully he'd listened. Then again, he was strong enough to stop Tim if he didn't want to do something.

"Yeah, fighting, blood and sex are all a bit mixed up for vampires."

"They haven't gone that far, but thanks for that mental image," he grumbled.

John chuckled. He was so glad he didn't have super senses.

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Bruce looked up as Kon entered the medical area, Tim holding tight to his hand, looking around. He seemed a little confused and Bruce wondered just how much Tim remembered. He obviously remembered Kon and he seemed to remember the rest of them to some extent since he hadn't attacked. But people were probably stronger memories than places. "Tim?" he called softly, and his son looked at him, pressing close to Conner. "Is he alright?" he asked Superboy.

"He had some nasty scratches but they've already healed. He's talked a little more, just single words, pretty much just my name. But it's a start, right?"

"Of course," Bruce nodded. It was a relief to see Tim clean of all that blood and Tim was watching him, seeming almost nervous. "Tim, son?"

Tim blinked, and then took a hesitant half step towards him.

"It's okay Timmy, you won't hurt him," Kon murmured.

Tim slowly approached him and then reached out to touch his face, chirping softly, and everyone else waited silently to see what he'd do. "B?" Tim cocked his head to the side. "B!" he sounded proud of himself.

Bruce lifted his own hand to stroke a cold cheek. "That's right Tim."

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Jason was relieved that Tim recognised Bruce to some extent and that B was being gentle with the kid. He'd been really worried Bruce would turn his back on him for what he'd done, even if it had been to protect them. He didn't want Tim to go through what he had.

TBC…