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Tim has no memory of who he was and has been shaped by his Sire. He's completely loyal to her so his behaviour is very bad in this chapter. He does to someone else in the family what was done to him.

Chapter 4

Timothy walked down the hallway towards where Sire was waiting, making sure he had no blood on his face. She didn't like it when they made a mess eating and he didn't like upsetting her. They were in a big warehouse now and it felt wrong to him, but Sire said this was where they were staying for now. He entered the large main room and moved to Sire's side, kneeling beside where she was seated, relaxing as her fingers began running through his hair. He purred softly, eyelids drooping as he relaxed even further. It would be dawn soon, time to sleep.

Sire was talking to others but he didn't listen, she would tell him if she wanted him to pay attention. The door outside opened, bringing in a strong salty smell and that of more humans, making him lick his lips. He didn't remember anything from being human, Sire said his name was Timothy but she could have given him that name. He didn't care about that life; humans were weak and nothing but food. He was hungry, always hungry, but Sire said it'd get better with time.

He was tugged up by his hair, Sire kissing him hungrily, and he melted into it. She smiled at him and he smiled back, basking in her presence. She waved her hand and Timothy was pulled to his feet and into a passionate embrace. The blond was the same age as him but older as a vampire by several months. Neither of them recognised the other, despite having gone to the same school, being friends who had drifted apart.

They stumbled into the hall with the other younger vampires and into the darkened room they used for sleeping, hands wandering, clothing dropping to the concrete floor. Timothy lay down, his arms wrapped around Bernard, fangs clashing as they kissed. Another naked body shifted to rest against him, soft feminine moans sounding even as Timothy growled, pulling Bernard closer, wanting more.

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Kon stared at the missing person's report on the monitor, Bernard Dowd. He'd gone missing four months before Tim…and had been a high school friend. Coincidence? It had to be, surely, they hadn't known Tim's id beforehand. And there was no guarantee that he'd been taken by the vampires but the circumstances of his disappearance had too many similarities to some of the few they'd managed to confirm. How had Tim missed this? Though…he'd been tracking the gruesome scenes so maybe Dowd's disappearance hadn't come to his attention because he'd simply vanished.

They'd found three bodies, very dead, bloodless, their throats, wrists and upper legs ripped to shreds. But those were the only bodies so far, people were still vanishing though. So how were they disposing of the bodies from their…feeding. Tim had to have had his memories wiped because his Tim would never go along with killing even if it was to eat. He'd been looking into ways to ensure Tim could eat without having to kill for when they got him back. Because they were going to get him back.

He looked back up at the many photos on the screen, they would get as many back as possible and help them. It had been six months since Constantine had said Tim had…risen. What had he been through since then? Why hadn't the vampires made a move on the rest of the bats? They'd been sticking together, was that why they hadn't moved? Were they wary at facing a colony of bats together?

Eventually he forced himself to leave the Nest and head upstairs, he had class in a few hours after all. For Tim, to make him proud, he would do his best. He was studying biochemistry partly to try and find something other than real blood that could sustain a vampire.

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John tossed another book aside. What was he even doing? He should wash his hands of the whole thing. But…he was just a kid. The Justice League had given up on him once and he'd proven them all wrong. Abandoning him again, even if the kid no longer existed, was wrong. And apparently, he had that much of a conscious still.

Leaving Red Robin in the hands of a bunch of vampires was dangerous, even without his memory, he was too smart. Whatever they were planning, they weren't rushing which was bad. Smart vampires with patience were never good for anyone.

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She watched as the young man walked towards the building; he was a lot more aware of his surroundings than he appeared but it wasn't enough. They had taken the second youngest, now they would take the eldest. He was an excellent fighter but he would be no match for them, those waiting for him were the eldest in the group which was why they had made it there before sunset, moving through Gotham's shadows while the younger vampires were still held hostage to sleep by the sun.

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Dick felt like he was being watched as he headed towards the apartment building. He was looking for the Dowd family since Kon had pointed out the connection to Tim. They'd moved since their son vanished, to the apartment building ahead of him, something of a downgrade from the townhouse they'd had before. But it seemed they'd fallen on harder times in their grief. He couldn't blame them for that at all. But if there was any chance that they'd seen something that might give them a clue… there was a chance Bernard was in the same condition as Tim, could he come home if he was? Or would it be better for everyone if he stayed away? Gothamites could accept a lot, but vampires were a bit much for even them.

Feeling the eyes on him intensify, he hit his alarm to alert the others he might be in trouble. He slipped his hand into his jacket pocket, fingers wrapping around the weapon there. Constantine had made sure they had things to defend themselves from vampires and he'd fought opponents stronger and faster than him for most of his vigilante career…but so had Tim. Though he hadn't known what he was up against and Dick did. Plus, Kon was in the city, if he shouted, the kid would come. Especially if it meant getting to go after the ones who took Tim.

A shadow shifted and Dick moved.

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Timothy watched as the human was dumped against the wall of the main room rather than be taken downstairs to the feeding area. He was out cold as he was chained up but he could smell blood so he'd been injured which was different. And Sire never went with those sent to hunt for food but she had gone with them. Was this human going to be one of them?

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Bruce landed outside the apartment building, hearing Jason's bike roar into the street. The signs of a fight were obvious…a tiny smattering of blood…but that was it. Not Dick…not another son…

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Duke was practically having to sit on Damian to keep the kid from rushing off after B and Jason. Dick…there was no way they'd taken him, right? Duke hadn't been that far and of all of them, surely his powers would give him a massive advantage over vampires since they couldn't take sunlight. Why had he gone alone so close to sunset? They were meant to be in pairs at a minimum once it got close to night-time. It was safe enough during the day but the bats were no longer the big danger in the night.

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His head was pounding and his arms hurt…because they were chained above his head. His feet were flat on the floor, that was nice. He kept his breathing steady, his body limp, trying to work out what was going on. He'd…he'd been…the Dowd's, he'd been going to see them as Dick Grayson, not Nightwing. He couldn't hear anything but he could smell the bay…he had to be near the docks so likely a warehouse.

He cracked his eyes open and then swallowed…he hadn't heard a thing but he wasn't alone. All deathly pale and utterly still. Vampires. He opened his eyes all the way, knowing there was no point pretending to be unconscious with their senses. And then he felt his breath freeze in his lungs, his heart seeming to stop.

"Timmy…."

Tim cocked his head to the side, no recognition at all as he stared at him.

"Do you recognise him, Timothy?" the woman from Tim's cowl footage asked, stroking a hand through his hair as he knelt beside her.

"No Sire," Tim denied, breaking Dick's heart.

They'd known it had to be true, that Tim didn't remember them anymore, but having it confirmed hurt.

"Tim, it's me, Dick. Try to remember Baby Bird. We're brothers," Dick told him, he had to try.

"Brothers?" Tim stared at him, looking him over. "I don't know you. You're just food."

Dick felt sick at those words. Tim would never dismiss someone like that. This…this wasn't his Baby Bird, his beloved brother… but there was a chance they could get him back, if they could just get Tim away. Then again, he'd have to live long enough to do something. Did they plan to turn him as well? Or kill him permanently?

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Timothy watched the human who called him Timmy, brother. Not like it mattered even if he wasn't lying. He was with his real family now; he didn't need some weak humans trying to claim him. And what kind of name was Dick? He supposed maybe they looked a bit alike, same hair colour, similar eye colours. Had his skin looked that colour before? If this 'Dick' wanted to be his brother so badly then he could join them, that was what Sire was planning, right? Why else bring him in like they had?

He watched as some of the others approached the human, latching on to feed. He tried to fight against them despite being chained to the wall, eventually going limp as blood loss took its toll.

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Damian paced his room, angry at being benched. Richard was out there somewhere, in danger, possibly…no, Richard was strong, he would not be as easy to kill as Drake had been. He should be out there, helping the search, not stuck in the Manor with Pennyworth. The clone better do a better job finding Richard than he had Drake, though admittedly, it wasn't his fault since he had been off world and Drake had likely been dead by the time he returned.

He knew Drake had never forgiven Richard for giving him Robin, would he enjoy it if given the chance to hurt him?

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Sophia smiled at Timothy who crawled to her, purring softly, rubbing his body against her legs. He was really a delightful distraction, turning him had been the best idea she'd had in centuries. If he'd been a few years older then he would have been completely perfect, as it was, he was a little young looking for her usual tastes.

As expected, he'd shown no recognition of his 'brother'. If anything, he'd been eyeing him up as a meal. So why not? A nice bit of torture for the dear Nightwing before he joined them and forgot his human life as well.

She pulled Timothy up, kissing him, caressing his body and he touched her in return even as she lay back on the bed. With time, Timothy or Richard would make a good replacement for Derrick. He'd thought he could leave but she couldn't allow that, too much chance he'd tell someone what she was planning.

Sophia moaned as Timothy sucked on her neck, a weak spot for all their kind. She ran her nails down his back and he hissed, arching into it, enjoying the bit of pain. She wondered what his dear alien lover would think of new desires, would Timothy disgust the clone now or would it still accept him? It was still in Gotham, still searching for her Childe, but it would be easy enough to arrange for the clone to be lured away when the time came.

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Dick managed to lift his head, finding he'd been moved. He felt sick, weak, and knew it was blood loss. He was sitting on concrete, legs out in front of him, ankles cuffed together, hands chained above his head. They'd…but at least Tim hadn't been one of them, not yet anyway. He figured sooner or later Tim would sink fangs into him but the longer that took the better. There had to be some way to get through to him, their Tim was still in there somewhere. He'd always been a good kid, losing his memory wouldn't just wipe away who he was at his core.

And as if conjured by his thoughts, Tim walked into the room Dick was being held in. he was dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt, no care for the cold weather. Tim smirked at him, revealing his fangs, eyes turning crimson as he prowled closer. His nostrils flared slightly and Dick knew he was smelling him.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "Probably stink, Timmy."

Tim crouched in front of him, reaching out to grip his chin, tipping his head from side to side. "My name is Timothy," he stated, studying him.

"You hate that name, it's always Tim. Timmy from me, Timbit or Timbers from Jason…Drake from Damian…try and remember. We're your family Tim, we love you. We've been looking for you since they took you in that alley."

"You love me?" Tim leant in, pressing his nose to his throat and then he licked the skin. "You love him, the dead human, not me," he purred, before sucking on the skin. He straddled Dick's legs, sitting in his lap, and there was no warmth, Tim was as cold as the room around them. "Sire said I get to play with you, so long as I don't kill you," he smirked, red eyes cold.

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Timothy smirked at the human, quite comfortable on his lap. He was very nicely built, pretty really, even when pale from blood loss and a bit bruised. He stroked a warm cheek and then lent in to lick at a stray streak of dry blood. "You taste good, guess you eat healthy."

"Vigilante lifestyle," was the tense answer.

"Relax," he murmured, slipping a hand under the torn shirt.

"No, don't do this Tim. Kon, remember Kon. Kon-El, Conner Kent. You love him and he loves you. This place must be soundproofed or else he would have found you already, the first time you spoke. He's Kryptonian, Superboy. Try and remember Tim. The two of you were going to move in together. He's in your apartment, he'll never give up looking for you."

Kon-El? Kryptonian? Timothy frowned, what was that? But then he shook it off, it didn't matter, nothing mattered but Sire and what she wanted. Tim traced the muscles of the humans stomach, feeling them tighten, felt the skin prickle from the coldness of his own skin.

"You're pretty, for a human, you'll be even better as one of us."

"I'd rather die," was the answer, and Timothy laughed.

"Well, yeah." He pressed his lips to a warm, firm jaw, licking and nipping, nuzzling and enjoying the warmth.

"Tim stop!" he struggled weakly but Tim was far stronger, even if he wasn't weak from blood loss.

"Shh, relax," he held the humans' head still, making eye contact. He'd been practising on the food and now to see if he could do it to an unbroken human. "It's alright, just relax, there's no need to fight." It was amazing to watch the light fade from defiant blue, the pupils dilating, as his body relaxed under Timothy's.

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Dick mentally kicked himself for staring at Tim's eyes even as he felt himself relaxing, unable to look away. He couldn't move, couldn't do anything but stare into crimson eyes. He felt so strange…his head was foggy…couldn't think…coul…

"Tell me you name," the distant voice commanded.

"Rich…ard…Graysss…on…" he slurred.

"Richard, much better than Dick."

His arms dropped limp to his sides as they were released but Dick wasn't aware of it, slumped against the wall.

"We're going to have some fun now Richard."

"Hmmm…f'n…"

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Timothy smiled and then kissed Richard who offered no resistance. He'd always been too hungry to have any fun with his food. Sire had made sure wouldn't kill Richard by taking too much if he did drink so he could just focus on enjoying himself. He finished ripping the shirt off of him, examining form, tanned skin, so different to his own paleness.

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Dick slowly woke, aching and cold. He struggled to open his eyes, blinking in the dim light. Alone… he was alone but…Tim…no, Timothy had been there. That hadn't been their Tim, his brother…it was all foggy, vague, but he felt sick. Not because Tim was male, but because they were brothers, blood or not. Tim would never do something like that. They'd done more than just wipe his memory; they'd changed him but there had to be a way to get their Tim back.

Whatever he had to do to get through to Tim, he'd do it, even…even play along. Tim would be back and when he was, Dick would do what he wanted, he had to play for time.

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Kon hovered over the city, searching for any sign of Dick, Tim…any clues. Clark had been out all day doing the same, hoping Dick would manage a call for help during the day when the vampires slept. Dick could already be dead, buried as his body decayed and changed, becoming one of them. Was that the plan? Take them one by one and make them true creatures of the night? Then what? One group of vampires couldn't take on the Justice League, too many members they couldn't turn.

He guessed if they wanted a city, in the US Gotham made the most sense. It was dark, crime ridden, pretty much perfect for vampires. They could have just 'lived' there in peace and never been found. But no, they had to target the bats…if they'd just stop, give Tim and Dick back, Kon would be willing to let them go.

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Tim entered the room and Richard blinked up at him blearily.

"Hey Timmy," he mumbled, shivering.

"Cold?" he asked, settling on his legs.

"Did you have to destroy my shirt?" he complained, and Timothy stared at him. "No heatin'." He didn't try to throw Timothy off this time, just stayed slumped against the wall.

He stroked Richard's cheek and was surprised when he leant into his touch, delirious?

"Missed you, Timmy."

He stared into dark blue eyes, trying to work out what was going on. Why the sudden shift in attitude? What was he playing at. "I'm not letting you go," he told him.

"Blanket?" Richard asked. "S'cold."

Timothy leant in and kissed him and Richard didn't fight him. "Blanket," he agreed, Sire wanted him healthy after all. "And water since you're being so good. Got to keep you healthy." Huh, he really was shivering badly, that wasn't good, was it? Timothy frowned slightly and then got up. "I'll be back in a minute," he promised.

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Dick closed his eyes to gather his strength when Tim left. He'd been right, playing along had Tim more willing to compromise. He really was freezing though. He supposed he was lucky Tim hadn't ripped his pants off last night. At least, he thought it was last night. Tim would be stuck sleeping during the day still, so it had to at least have been one day. Unless he'd lost more time when under Tim's hypnosis thing?

Could he still play along if Tim wanted more of last night? Looked like he'd be finding out since Tim walked back in, a bottle of water and a blanket in his hands. Tim opened the bottle and held it to his mouth, letting him drink. Once he was done, Tim helped him sit forward, putting the blanket between him and the wall.

"Thanks." He offered a tired smile. "Not cold?"

"We don't feel the cold," he answered. "You'll like that."

"Come home Timmy, please. You chased Bruce through time itself to bring him home. You think he won't do whatever it takes to keep you safe?"

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He'd what? That didn't…he blinked, pressing a hand to his head as he felt a sudden strange heat, pain…he pressed his hand to his side and then looked down in confusion.

"You were stabbed there when looking for Bruce, you lost your spleen, almost died."

He pulled his shirt up but there wasn't a mark.

"Constantine said turning removes all old scars. It was pretty big and ugly, I'm glad it's gone."

"What are you doing?" Timothy growled.

"Nothing," Richard shook his head. "Part of you still remembers. Kon's killing himself Tim, which for even a Kryptonian hybrid is very hard. He loves you so much, you've been best friends for years and then more. Just go outside and call his name, he'll hear you and come, talk to him. He won't turn you away, no matter what's been done to you or what you've done."

He stared at Richard; he was feeling so confused. He didn't understand some of that. This Kon wasn't human? Or partially? He loved the human Timothy had been? Okay, he supposed it was nice to know he'd been loved? But did Richard seriously expect him to believe this Kon would want him now?

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Dick stared at Tim, seeing the flash of confusion. He was listening at least, that had to be good. If he could just keep him interested, jog his memory somehow or convince him to call out to Kon. "I love you little brother, no matter what. Kon loves you. Bruce, Jason, Alfred, Cass…your old team. We all love you so much."

And he finally got one hand free of the cuffs, reaching up to cup Tim's face in his hand, watching crimson fade to blue as Tim startled. His hand slid to the back of Tim's neck, tugging him down so he could wrap his arm around him, Tim's head on his shoulder.

"I'm here Baby Bird."

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Timothy was frozen in shock as Richard somehow had a hand free but instead of fighting, he touched him, gently. And then he pulled him closer, Timothy letting it happen, his head resting on Richard's bare shoulder. What was he doing? He…he should get up, leave…something…and yet he found his body relaxing even as a warm hand rubbed his back. It was like his body had a mind of its own…or it was familiar. Maybe…maybe he had known Richard?

But what did it matter? Sire wanted Richard; he'd be one of them soon. What Sire wanted, she got. She loved him, she looked after him, he'd do anything for her.

"Baby Bird?" he managed to ask, eyes drifting shut.

"You were Robin, the third Robin, and I was the first. Our Baby Bird. Now you're Red Robin. You were this tiny little thirteen-year-old, so stubborn and bright." A hand ran through his hair and Timothy found himself purring softly, something he only did for Sire.

"What's…Robin?"

"Batman and Robin, vigilante protectors of Gotham."

Batman… what was… he raised his head to look up at Richard and for a second, he saw some kind of…mask over his face. He reached up and traced it, and Richard smiled at him.

"Yeah Timmy, that's the shape of my mask as Nightwing. You remember, maybe not consciously, but the memories are still there. Come home, please Tim. Even if you never remember, you're still our family."

He swallowed, staring at Richard. His head hurt….

TBC…