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So, I only know Hippolyta from the first Wonder Woman movie, not really sure how to show her so she's probably very out of character but she fits this fic.

Chapter 5

Diana flew as swiftly as she dared with her precious cargo. Timothy was limp in her arms, blood seeping through the bandages Bart had wrapped around his stomach, but he was still breathing. Words spilled from her lips; words she knew he wouldn't understand even if he was conscious. She had found an old scroll once as a child exploring where she technically wasn't meant to…scrolls from before they were isolated on the island, from when they lived in Ancient Greece to do the work the Goddesses wanted them to, before they cut themselves off from men.

The Palace Healers were shocked when she landed and strode over to a bed, placing Tim down on it.

"Princess?"

"He has been stabbed in the abdomen and is bleeding heavily. He has also spent the last three weeks as a captive of Ra's al Ghul who drugged him."

"He is male," one murmured, and she glared at them.

"He is my son," she stated, shocking them even further, but they finally moved.

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She could not believe what she was being told but she headed for the Healers, seeing them working at fever pitch around an occupied bed and standing beside it was her daughter. A healer moved and she got a look at pale skin and black hair, the figure unconscious or asleep. But then they whimpered, twitching slightly, and she watched her daughter gently stroke a pale cheek, whispering to them, and they settled.

"Diana," she called, and her daughter looked over at her, expression defensive. "Who is this?" she asked, moving closer and seeing the blood-soaked white silk piled nearby.

"Your grandson," Diana answered.

Hippolyta stared at her daughter in shock and confusion. Her grandson? "You had a child?"

Diana shook her head. "He was born Timothy Drake, he is the third Robin, though he no longer holds that title as it has passed to a fourth." She stroked black hair as she spoke. "His parents died and he was adopted by Batman but when we believed Batman had fallen, his guardianship passed to Nightwing who…he failed, badly. He threatened to throw Tim into Arkham because he insisted that Batman is still alive, and he is right."

Hippolyta listened as her daughter explained the child's life and the pain he had been through.

"I took custody of him by man's laws," she stared proudly. "And I have claimed him as my son in the old ways."

She stared at Diana, unable to believe what her daughter had said. She shouldn't have known how to do that.

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Kon was panting in rage more than tiredness, staring at the rather mutilated body of Ra's al Ghul…not that it looked much like a body anymore. Oops? Well, no, not after what he'd done to Tim…what he'd intended to do. Had he…had he assaulted him or was he waiting till the drugs worked fully and Tim was his obedient puppet? He really hoped that Tim wouldn't remember anything from his captivity. He'd kept an ear on them the whole fight, it was harder now, the island well hidden, but for some reason he could still hear Tim, his pulse rapid but relatively stable.

"Where are Diana and Tim?" Jason demanded, holstering his gun now that Ra's was definitely dead.

"Themyscira," Kon answered without even thinking about it.

"What?" Bart yelped.

"I…I can still hear him; I can't usually track Cassie when she goes there but…I can hear Tim and I know that's where he is."

"What about the no males rule?" Jason looked to Clark who frowned.

"Diana's mentioned it being ignored for injured or shipwrecked children but Tim's older…" Clark shrugged slightly. "We'll have to wait for her to call, we don't know what we could be interrupting."

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Diana ignored her Mother for the moment to watch as they worked on keeping Tim alive. She gently stroked his hair, talking softly to him since he seemed to be fighting the sedation.

"You said he was drugged?" Acantha asked, and she nodded.

"He was held by three weeks, Ra's wanted Tim as…his intended." That got a lot of angry looks. "When we arrived, he was unresponsive to anyone until Ra's spoke, he'd copy what Ra's said but his eyes were glazed over and he didn't seem to see us. He did react to my when I called out to him and that was what caused Ra's to stab him, he planned to put him into the Lazarus Pit to help make him more malleable."

"We will give him tonics to flush his body of anything foreign but if they affected his mind, we will not know how they have affected him until he wakes," she warned, and Diana nodded.

She tensed as her mother approached, looking down at Tim who was far too pale. His breathing was stronger though and the rush had slowed.

"You are sure of your actions?"

"Yes, My Queen," Diana held her head high.

"He may remain until well enough to leave," she murmured and then left the room, and Diana relaxed, she'd seen the very brief touch of her mother's hand to Tim's limp one. She had accepted him as Diana's child.

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Jason tried not to fret as he whipped up a meal in his main safehouse's kitchen, with two meta teens in the place he needed a bit of food. But he couldn't kick them out when they were as worried as he was, when they'd been just as involved in taking out that immortal monster. Sure, Bruce would probably be angry if he ever found out they'd killed Ra's but Jason really didn't care, not like the old man was his first kill and he'd done it to keep Tim safe.

What he'd done to his baby brother…there was no way he would have stopped coming after Tim if he had been allowed to live. Obviously Kon and Bart had agreed. No Lazarus Pit could bring that mess back. Clark hadn't said anything about it or how violent the two kids had been. It kind of made him curious just what Young Justice had gotten up to back then. No one ever really talked about that team, almost like it had never happened and the kids had always been Titans. Which meant there had to be great stories.

He finished cooking and turned to find the boys had the table set without him even noticing. That was nice. So they settled in to eat and Kon suddenly closed his eyes, relaxing.

"Tim?' Bart chirped.

"Vital signs are levelling out to more normal levels," he reported, opening his eyes.

Jason closed his in relief. He was also kind of shocked the Amazons were healing a male, no matter the age. How had Diana managed that? It didn't matter, Tim was alive, that was the most important thing, anything else could be dealt with.

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Bart curled close and tight against Kon, able to tell that Kon was scared for Tim, he was too. Yes, they'd saved his life…but what about his mind? He wanted to bring that creep back just to splat him again! He drugged their Rob! What if…what if it couldn't be fixed? No! Tim was strong, he'd fight, he would. It sucked that Cassie wasn't with them but they were mad at her, she could have been with Tim the whole time if she'd just listened! Instead, she'd listened to the big bad bat who wasn't even the real bat.

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Diana gently cleaned Tim's face as his head tossed restlessly. He'd been sick three times now, it was part of flushing the drugs from his body but it was putting strain on his healing wound. Still, they all agreed that they had to remove the drugs as soon as possible since they affected his mind. He hadn't regained consciousness but the healers did not appear worried about that, yet.

She gently lifted him and carried him to the bath, lowering him into the water, Tim crying out in distress breaking her heart but it had to be done. Acantha went to work methodically washing him down to clean away any residue being sweated out. It was a much faster way of removing the drugs than a hospital would or could use but that was part of why Diana had brought him to the Island.

Glassy blue eyes opened but it was obvious he wasn't aware as he called out incoherently.

"Shh, it's alright Tim," she murmured, stroking wet hair back from his face. His stared at her but it was obvious he wasn't really aware. And then he started heaving again and she grabbed a bowl. "How much longer?" She asked.

"Three weeks' worth of drugs will take time, Princess."

She wiped his face again and shifted position so his head was resting on her shoulder as she knelt behind the bath. "I'm right here little warrior, you're going to be alright," she whispered, praying to any of the gods that she was right.

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Kon slipped out from Bart's hold and went to the window, unable to sleep. Hearing Tim's cries had hurt but he'd heard Diana talking even if they were the only two that he could hear, which was so weird… they were working to purge the drugs from Tim's body. And…he seemed more settled now, sleeping even. Sleep was good for healing.

Watching Ra's stab Tim, all because somehow Diana had gotten his attention…that he was going to throw Tim in the Pit to make him even more malleable to his desires…it made Kon feel sick. It also got him closer to understanding how Tim had felt when he died. The thought of Tim dying…nope, not going there.

He was scared of what the drugs had done to Tim, would he be back to normal when they were gone, would he remember what happened…would he be Tim still?

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The rooms occupants were all asleep and so no one saw the two figures who appeared beside the bed where the teen lay, covered by only white cloth over his hips to preserve his modesty.

Epione, Greek Goddess of the Soothing of Pain, looked down at him and smiled sadly before glancing at the warrior sleeping in the chair beside the bed. Princess Diana's prayers had been heard. She looked to her husband and Asclepius, God of Medicine, nodded. She leant in and pressed a soft kiss to a brow furrowed even as the boy slept, gently soothing him.

Her husband moved to the boys abdomen, checking the wound before picking up a bowl and mixing various ingredients. He pressed it to pale lips and the boy swallowed the contents without stirring.

"Sleep well, little Corvus," she murmured, running her fingers through his hair and then they were gone.

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Hippolyta made her way to the room her daughter had not left in days only to smile at the sight of her asleep. The boy was too, finally. She had kept an eye on what was happening, knowing Diana would need someone should the worst happened, but he appeared to finally be sleeping peacefully… she frowned and stepped further into the room. And then she realised what she was seeing and sensing. The wound was gone, leaving only a scar as if months or years old for a mortal man. The power of the gods lingered heavily in the room; they had healed him? She left the room and went to a very specific scroll, unrolling it. She closed her eyes and sighed, it appeared he would not be leaving once healed unless he wished to.

For under Diana's name on the Scroll was a new name, Corvus – Timothy Drake Wayne-Prince. He was truly recognised by even the gods as her grandson. She had never expected to a grandmother, it had been enough to have her daughter. And if Diana's stories of the boy were correct, perhaps he would grow into a good man, those were oh so rare though.

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Diana woke, shocked to find it was morning, eyes going immediately to the bed as she stood. But Tim was breathing steadily, still asleep and seeming to be out of pain. Her eyes moved down to the wound and she stared in shock. How? She reached out to carefully touch the wound…scar. It was real, he was healed, physically at least. She reached a trembling hand to his cheek, his skin warm, lips slightly parted as he breathed deeply. "Tim?" She called softly. "Little Warrior, it's time to wake," she tried, please.

And to her joy, his eyelids fluttered before slowly lifting. The vacant glassiness was gone and he blinked a few times to adjust to the light. And then he was moving scrambling off the bed and into the corner where he curled defensively. She watched, her heartbreaking at the fear in his eyes.

"Tim?" she called softly, crouching so as not to tower so much over him. "It's alright, you are safe. Can you hear me?"

Slowly, he looked up at her, eyes focusing, some of the fear fading.

She heard other in the doorway but they stayed back for now, seeing she had things under control.

"You're safe Tim, we're on Themyscira," she explained, seeing his forehead furrow as he frowned slightly, a good sign that he could understand her.

"Di…" he coughed, and she reached up for the pitcher of water, carefully pushing it towards him, staying out of his space. She knew how well trained he was and how it was never good to crowd a wounded bird. He shakily took it, staring at the water, sniffing it, before taking a sip and then thirstily drinking. "Diana?" he asked hesitantly, and she smiled at him.

"I am here. I will not let anyone hurt you," she promised, and then he was moving, lunging, and she caught him, cradling him close as he shook. She shifted so she was sitting, Tim in her lap, ignoring that his only clothing was the strip of cloth wrapped around his hips, rocking him as she stroked his hair, humming softly. Soo, she felt the tears soaking into her chiton.

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Hippolyta made her way to the room, seeing the healers hovering but they backed away at her approach. Looking inside it took a moment to find the two. Diana was sitting on the floor, the boy in her arms, shaking as she rocked and hummed to him. How many times had she done the same for her daughter after a nightmare or training mishap? Diana may not have given birth to him, but she was now a mother.

"Have chambers prepared for your new Prince," she murmured, shocking them all, but one of the women left to let the others know.

Diana looked up at her, eyes wide, having heard, and she nodded to her daughter before leaving. A declaration would need to be prepared and there would be a feast in his honour. She did not know why the gods had chosen to accept him but she would trust in them and her daughter.

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He was so confused and scared, but she was there. Diana…Wonder Woman…she wouldn't lie to him. She was safe. He clung to her, unable to help shaking and crying, feeling phantom hands on his body, whispers of a voice. NO! he buried his face against her neck and felt her gently petting his hair. Gradually, he realised she was humming softly, body slowly relaxing.

Tired…he was so tired…but it wasn't safe…was it? Diana said he was safe. His eyelids drooped, adrenaline draining away and slowly he fell asleep.

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Diana felt Tim's body go limp and carefully stood with him, gently laying him back on the bed, the healers moving in to quietly examine him, all as shocked as she'd been by the new scar.

"Princess…"

"What is it?" she asked, still holding Tim's hand. Had they found a new problem?

"Your son is blessed by the gods; they have healed him. Even what we did could not have healed his mind as much as it appears to, so quickly. And his wound has definitely seen godly intervention."

Diana was shocked, yes, she had prayed for his healing but she had not actually expected the gods to intervene in such a way. But her Mother's words…she knew already. Had she slept through a god or goddess appearing?

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Jason activated the communicator as soon as it chimed, relieved that Clark had left it with them. "Wonder Woman?" he really hoped it was her, Kon and Bart appearing behind him in an instant and sure enough, Diana appeared on the screen, out of armour.

"Hood," she smiled tiredly at him and then looked at the other two. "Superboy, Impulse."

"Rob?"

"Sleeping, he woke briefly earlier."

"Oh, I…I could hear him till a few hours ago and now it's like normal, can't hear a thing from the Island."

"That is interesting. He apparently had…a visitor during the night."

"A visitor?" Jason asked, alarmed.

"His wound is healed to the point of appearing at least a year old and when he woke, he was aware of who I was. He was terrified so it seems that he remembers something of what happened to him though I do not know what, calming him was more important. He is sleeping again which is good as it will allow his mind the calm it needs."

"When can he come back?" Kon asked, obviously wanting to demand his immediate return.

"Once he is ready," she answered.

"Something happened," Jason stared at her. "More than godly aided healing."

"There is a record, of every Amazon ever. Mother and I are on it and now…his name appears below mine. In order to ensure aide, I recited every adoption oath I found in our records as a child during the flight here. But his name appeared during the night, the gods have blessed his addition to our family. And have gifted him a new name as well as his regular name shifting to Timothy Drake Wayne-Prince."

"Well…that's a mouthful," he murmured. Though actually shorter without Jackson thrown in. Recognising he wasn't really Jack's son anymore?

"This has never happened before and not even Mother knows how it might affect him."

"Wait…you're saying he could literally be an Amazon like you and Wonder Girl?" Kon asked in shock.

"And that is why we will remain here, if he is then he will need training. If not, he will benefit from the peace while he heals in mind and body."

"So, what do we tell anyone who asks?" Bart asked.

"Who's going to ask?" Kon snarled. "Everyone's turned on Rob except us…and okay Clark."

"Telling Clark is fine but it might be best to keep this quiet until we know more," Diana told them. "Once Tim is able, I will have him call."

"Thank you, for everything," for saving his baby brother.

She smiled and then the communicator went dark.

Jason closed his eyes, letting himself relax. Tim was alive and physically healed. They just had to wait and see what damage the drugs did to his mind but he'd recognised Diana.

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Kon slipped away from the apartment, he needed air, heading for the farm without even thinking about it.

"Conner?" Mas asked in surprise, and he moved in for a hug, clinging to her. "What happened?"

"Tim…" he shuddered, and she gently stroked his hair. "He stabbed Tim…right in the abdomen and there was nothing I could do."

"Is he…" she couldn't say it, and Kon couldn't either but he shook his head.

"Wonder Woman saved him. But that bastard had him for three weeks, Ma. He drugged him, played with his mind…Tim didn't react to me at all, or Bart, even his brother."

"Shh," she hushed him. "Tim is strong Kon. And drugs wear off with time. He loves you Kon, he'll fight to come back to you."

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Clark landed on the porch, following Ma's voice inside to find her on the couch with Kon. "I'll take him up to bed," he murmured, and she nodded. He carefully picked the teen up, carrying him to his room and setting him on the bed. Jason had called him with the news that Tim would live and that Kon had left, he'd been right to assume he'd come home.

The poor kid had been stressed out the whole time Tim was missing and it had taken a toll, the relief of knowing Tim would live had obviously hit him hard and he'd crashed. He made sure Kon was comfortable and headed downstairs where Ma had two mugs on the table. He smiled tiredly and sat to drink.

"What happened? I know Kon and Tim got together, that Tim was in Europe, then he just took off again. I saw him on the footage of the earthquake but that was too long after he left. He said Tim was stabbed."

"I messed up Ma," he admitted. "I should have let Tim explain and I didn't. Diana's the only one who did, she supported Tim, and then she sent his brother Jason to back him up when he showed back up in Gotham. Tim…Tim worked out that Bruce is alive, lost in time and no one was willing to listen because Dick said he'd snapped, threatened him with Arkham," he whispered, seeing her eyes widen in shock and horror.

The thought of Tim in that place…even if he'd been wrong and had snapped…how could Dick have ever considered it? Dinah could have helped Tim or recommended someone outside of Gotham, a nice place in the country somewhere maybe.

"She made Dick sign over custody of Tim to her too. Jason and Tim have been following the trail in Europe and at some point, the League of Assassin's started trailing them. Kon met up with Tim in Paris and then not long after…Jason watched their hotel room blow up with Tim seemingly inside. Except somehow, he made it out and onto a nearby rooftop where there were signs of a fight but nothing else. That's when he called Diana who called me. Kon wasn't far behind me, he was able to track them out of the city and we lost them at an airstrip as the earthquake hit. Oracle eventually got a lead, Diana interrogated Damian for the base location and when we got there…" He closed his eyes at the memory of Tim kneeling at the man's feet, totally docile.

Ma's hand landed on his, offering comfort and support.

"He'd drugged Tim, he didn't even respond to Kon. He called Tim his intended… but Diana got through to Tim so he stabbed him, was going to put him in the Lazarus Pit to break him down further. Kon used heat vision to get him to drop the blade and Bart grabbed Tim, they started first aid while we dealt with the assassins but it was bad, Ma. He…he was bleeding out; I could hear his heart slowing. Diana grabbed Tim and took off for Themyscira. Jason called me, said she called and told them Tim is physically healed, they're waiting to see what his mental state is when he's more awake."

"The poor boy," she whispered. "You make sure they all know the farm is open to them," she glared and he smiled.

"Thanks Ma."

"And you have a lot of grovelling to do with Tim," she told him sternly.

Clark nodded, knowing she was right.

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He was lying on something soft, could feel air on his skin but he felt comfortable, not cold. There was soft noise…humming? Fingers in his hair. His body felt heavy, mind foggy. What? Drugged? He couldn't…

"Shh, it's alright Tim," a familiar voice murmured and the fear faded.

Ever so slowly, he forced his eyes open, blinking up at a stone ceiling. Not the Cave…not the Watchtower…where? And then she was leaning over him, smiling softly, looking relieved.

"Can you hear me?" she asked, and he managed to get his too heavy head to move in a clumsy nod.

He swallowed, mouth and throat dry and then she was lifting his head, pressing something to his lips and glorious, cool water was in his mouth. He drank greedily, trying not to drink too fast but then it was gone. "Diana," he managed to get out, and she smiled again.

"I'm here Tim, you're safe."

He shivered, feeling hands on him, and he forced heavy limbs to move, reaching for her, and he was being lifted like he weighed nothing, embraced. He was safe, there were few places safer than Wonder Woman's arms after all. Even if he had no clue where they were…oh, there were people in the room dressed…ancient Greece?... no, that wasn't possible…was it?

"Where?" his tongue felt heavy but he got the word out.

"Welcome to Themyscira, Tim," she whispered in his ear.

"Not…girl," he mumbled and then he was moving funny…oh, she was laughing.

"Definitely not," she agreed, a hand stroking over his hair. That felt nice. "But it as much your home as mine now, little Prince."

He felt too muddled to work out what she meant, just relaxing against her. Was this what it was like…to have a real mother? He closed his eyes against tears, he wanted B, that would be perfect. He heard talking but ignored it until she tapped his shoulder. "Mmm?"

"Do you think you could eat? It's been several days at least."

He didn't really feel hungry but she sounded worried so he nodded. They shifted about until she was sitting against the wall with Tim resting against her. he felt his face warm as he had to be fed by another Amazon, a healer he guessed as he took in the shelves of bandages across the room.

They were talking but it was Ancient Greek and he'd only ever picked up a few words from Diana and Cassie…except they must have switched to English for him, that was nice.

"We'll try more in a few hours, better not to risk causing him to be sick again."

"Again?" he asked and they all looked at him.

"You understood that?" Diana asked.

"S'English." Of course he did, he was groggy not brain damaged.

"No Tim, we're not speaking English."

Oh. Huh?

"We can talk about it when you're feeling better," Diana promised. "Do you want to sleep more?"

Not really but it was getting harder to keep his eyes open. What had happened to him? He couldn't remember…which wasn't good.

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Diana watched as Tim succumbed to sleep. Tim had understood Ancient Greek and not the standard version found in historical records but the version that had evolved on the Island over the centuries of their isolation. He hadn't before, though she knew he knew a handful of words, mostly curses or ones useful in battle. What else would he gain from the blessing and adoption?

TBC….

So, Diana fully adopted him, working custody out with Bruce once he's back will be fun. No, he won't be an Amazon like her and Cassie but he will get a few perks. Maybe with enough time he would be? Don't know.