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So Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl don't wear masks, how are they not recognised when out as civilians? At least Clark wears glasses? Is it some kind of Greek magic? Does that mean Tim can now go maskless? Decisions, decisions.

Edited for a missing bit in Dick's section

Chapter 7

Tim put the scroll down and stretched, enjoying the heat of the sun. He looked down, taking in the various Amazons training together. He'd gotten used to the slow pace of life on the Island after what had to be at least two months, not like he had a calendar on hand. The only technology he had was the League communicator and yet he didn't feel the need to hook into everything like he usually did. Having contact with Kon, Jason, and now Cassie made things easier plus his days were taken up with training, either physical or theoretical.

Diana was incredible and was more a mother to him than Janet ever had been. Was that wrong of him? Maybe, but he couldn't help how he felt. The Queen…Grandmother, was more cautious but given her history with his gender, he understood. He thought hearing what Ra's had done to him had helped there though. He didn't really remember his time in captivity, other than the phantom sensations of being touched and the Healers said they'd found no evidence of assault which was good but that didn't mean he hadn't been touched without his consent. The thought of Ra's…it made him feel sick and the only reason he didn't panic was because the man was dead.

There was a lot to learn and adjust to. He'd lived with B's no kill rule and yet the Amazons were a warrior culture. He knew Diana killed, had seen it during an invasion, not that he'd really held back then considering they were trying to enslave or kill everyone but…as their Prince he was expected to follow their morals and laws. So he was being run through a lot of hypothetical situations which was leading him to think going back to Gotham might not be smart…not when they insisted that the Joker and those like him should be killed, especially when part of him agreed. Thankfully, Diana, then Donna, and now Cassie being Amazons (or at least honorary with Cassie having been a demigoddess first living a normal life) had told lots of stories about the different heroes and vigilantes so they understood that their way of thinking on and off the battlefield would be an adjustment for him.

"Hey birdbrain!" a familiar voice called, and he turned to see Cassie approaching, dressed in training armour, sword…swords in hand. She grinned, tossing one his way and he caught it easily. "Let's go."

He shook his head but followed her down to the training grounds and slapped on his own training armour. They'd had to make him a set and Diana said it was good practice for forging his actual armour. The real thing would be heavier than his training armour but, in the time since it had been given to him, he'd found it felt lighter, because he'd adjusted or become stronger?

"Let's see what you've learnt Boy Wonder," she smirked.

"Please don't kill me," he told her.

And then they were moving, swords clashing.

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Diana watched as Cassie and Tim trained together, pleased with the speed that Tim was learning. Though he had probably learnt the basics under Lady Shiva before he chose to specialise in the bō and Bruce would have ensured he could face a sword wielding opponent too. She had heard from Jason; he was in Iraq and heading for the final piece needed in order to begin getting Bruce back. She was…concerned about his return.

Bruce, even as Batman, was not as anti-meta as many assumed. He had reasons, good reasons, for being concerned about Meta's in Gotham. With the various troubles ranging from fear gas to mind control, an out-of-control Meta was dangerous. But they still lived within the city. But one as a vigilante? Would he allow Tim to remain and work there or would he insist Tim could only be a civilian within Gotham to lower his risks of exposure? Because Tim had definitely inherited some of their gifts from the blessings. She could tell that while Cassie was holding her strength back, it wasn't as much as she'd normally have to against a mortal opponent. Tim was faster and his reflexes were almost a match for Diana's own now.

She glanced down at the box before her, nestled inside was a pair of bracelets, finely forged but of a different design. They would go further up the arm and had a section cut out of the strong metal, one that would fit the standard computer Tim used. They would keep Tim's lower arms nicely protected. And gloves would protect his hands as he was used to. His Amazonian armour was being made, though they had to consider that he would likely hit at least one last growth spurt and fill out further. His armour would harken back to that worn by hoplites in looks, much of theirs did too but with alterations to support certain areas more. But that was armour, what would his Corvus suit look like?

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Jason took the readings needed, enjoying the coolness of the cave. He'd caught evidence of tails here and there; he didn't think it was the League which was imploding since Ra's death. Talia had not been in place to capitalise on it and there were a lot of dead assassins popping up. He left the cave and there was no sign of anyone but the hair on the back of his neck was standing up and he had learnt not to ignore his instincts so he pulled a gun and stayed in the entrance of the cave.

"Kon-El!" he called, deciding to play it safe.

Not even a minute later the teen was landing in front of him, looking towards the east so Jason let himself be picked up and then they were airborne.

"Where to?" the teen asked as they hovered several hundred feet up.

"Home, I got the last piece."

"Cool."

And then they were flying.

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Tim stood still as the armourer moved around him, fighting the urge to fidget. This was real armour, designed for war. The breast plate covered him almost to the hips and then shoulder plates were attached, with epaulette-like strips of thick leather attached to give his upper arms protection without limiting his mobility. Thankfully, the breastplate wasn't one of the sculpted muscle ones that had been popular with people like Alexander the Great. That would be a bit too much for him, though the look on Kon's face… Under the armour he was wearing a dark blue tunic to mid-thigh but very little of it was visible as the ptéruges covered the bottom of it, the strips of leather or similar material attached to the bottom of his breastplate, offering upper leg protection while allowing him to twist and move. His boots were almost to his knees and the grieves went over them.

Diana stepped forward with a smile and opened the box she was holding, revealing the bracelets within, different to those the others wore, even different to hers and Cassie's. These were more like bracers made of metal and he could see where a computer could be installed. He held his arms out and she fitted them on, murmuring words of encouragement and praise. And then she placed the ceremonial headpiece rather than the helmet. It was styled like Diana's but not an exact replica and slid under his hair which for now was hanging loose, not something he'd be able to deal with in a fight with the extra length.

"You look magnificent," she told him, and he blushed.

"It's heavier than the training armour," he admitted, shifting to help it settle more naturally into place.

"Well, it does need to block actual attempts to kill you," she pointed out.

"I'll never get used to no pants," he muttered, and she laughed, leaning in to whisper.

"Once back in America, you can ensure a supply of undergarments for future visits."

"Thank you." He was glad she had said that, asking would have been embarrassing and he didn't want to insult them by not liking what he was given. He was not the loincloth kind of guy!

"Ready?" she asked, and he nodded, accepting the belt and scabbard.

He strapped it on, ensuring his sword was secure at his side and then slung the shield over his back. "Ready."

They left the armoury, walking towards the Palace and the people watching did not bother him anymore, their expressions supportive as they lined the street. They walked to the Throne Room and Tim knelt before his Queen, as of today, he would be a warrior of Themyscira. There was still debate over whether he was to be called an Amazon or given a different title due to being male.

He took a deep breath and then spoke firmly and loudly enough to be heard, grateful for all the lessons he'd been given as the Drake heir on public speaking. He recited the Oaths to the Queen and Pantheon. He'd never really been religious but they had saved his life, given him a new home, so swearing fealty didn't bother him.

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Cassie fought the urge to bounce as Tim entered the Throne Room in armour for the first time. She knew he was still trying to adjust to wearing what amounted to a skirt but you couldn't tell by looking at him. He looked good in armour, had already adjusted to moving in it and carrying the weight. She knew Diana was going to start training him to use those bracers now, they'd all watched as he got faster, his reflexes beyond human.

And once the Oaths were given, Tim stood and everyone cheered. Then the party began, another one in his honour because now, he was truly and fully one of them. They really knew how to throw a party and would gladly do so for almost any reason.

She grinned as the dancing started, grabbing Tim who had changed from his armour into a knee length chiton in red, dragging him out to dance. They spent the evening dancing and feasting, Tim dancing with anyone who asked him to.

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Diana joined her son sitting beneath the tree, watching the waves. She smiled when he slowly lent against her, running her fingers through his hair. "Thinking hard?" she asked, and he shook his head.

"Not really, just enjoying the sea breeze," he answered.

"I have something for you Little Warrior," she murmured.

He straightened up and looked at her. She smiled and pulled out the mix of paper and parchment, handing it over. Tim took it, frowning slightly in confusion. And then his eyes widened as he looked over the various sketches. "These are…incredible." He ran his fingers over the golden symbol. "You want me to be acknowledged off the Island?" he asked in shock.

"Of course, Tim. You are my son and a Prince of Themyscira. I will gladly announce to the whole world that you are mine."

"Oh." He blinked rapidly, staring at the diagrams.

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Tim stared at the diagrams depicting new uniforms in varying styles but they all had the golden symbol that both Diana and Cassie wore. It was one thing to be known as her son on the Island or even other capes, but for Diana to admit to the world that he was now her son? That was a massive thing and it meant….it meant she really wanted him. Some of the designs included masks of different looks and some lacked them which was weird. He was far too well known to go without a mask, then again, Timothy Drake-Wayne was mostly famous in Gotham so maybe away from the city it wouldn't matter?

He picked out his favourite designs and they settled in to discuss options.

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Kon smiled as Tim appeared on the screen, he seemed more…settled than he had before. "Hey birdy," his smile turned to a smirk, and Tim rolled his eyes.

"Hey Cloneboy," Tim returned. "Everything okay?"

"Pretty quiet. Hood's back and has everything you had listed."

Tim closed his eyes, obviously relieved. "Good, that's good," he murmured. "The Justice League?"

"Has the intel now. Kal promised to call you personally once there's news. He's really grovelling. Impulse and I are still spending time with Hood. Batman's tried approaching a few times but Hood chases him off. He said it's up to you if you ever want to see or speak with the idiot again. Robin stupidly tried to stab Impulse, ended up tied to a pole in the middle of a bust intersection, no surprise it made the news. He's known as the Stabby Robin and everyone wants the last one back according to the polls," he explained. "Even the Rogues are complaining, apparently you respected them?"

Tim shrugged. "A little respect goes a long way. Ivy never pollens me because I water her plants."

Kon laughed, of course Tim would water a supervillains' plants for them. He wanted to ask when he'd be coming home but…Tim looked so much healthier, how could he ask him to leave?

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Hippolyta watched as Diana demonstrated for Timothy who watched carefully. Then he nodded and took her place, raising his arms to reveal the bracers that had been specially made for him. It had taken a lot of work but she could see why Diana had insisted, it would make integrating them into whatever 'suit' he chose a lot easier for his needs. She had seen her daughters' designs, had spotted him going through them with Diana, Cassie, and a few others to get a range of opinions. It would be interesting to see what he decided on.

She smiled as Tim blocked every shot, just as she had expected. He may not be as strong as Diana or his thousands of aunts, but he was very fast and his reflexes had kept up with that speed. They had also noticed that his wounds healed faster than Diana and Tim expected them to and his stamina had increased which was good since there wasn't much point to the speed and even increased strength without the ability to last in a fight.

They then moved on to more sword and shield training and she winced in sympathy when he tripped over his own feet. It appeared he had hit a growth spurt, which he was happy about, but it would take some adjustment for combat.

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Dick sighed as he saw another article. Damian was trying but they weren't stopping. None of the rest of them had had such negative reviews when they debuted as Robin, he'd been met mostly with confusion as the first. Jason had gotten some mixed reactions since he'd been a little more violent but it had all been in protection so he'd been accepted. Tim…well, even in the bulky uniform designed to hide how small he was at the time, he'd gotten…cooed at and often called adorable much to his embarrassment. He'd had an excellent reputation, even with many of the Rogues and Goons!

He'd tried taking the sword off him, he really had, but somehow, Damian kept showing up with one. They'd searched for and confiscated weapons from his room many times and yet he always had more. It was beyond frustrating.

So, Robin was getting bad press but so were the Wayne family. Lucius had been looking for Tim to enact a clause in Bruce's paperwork to pass the company to Tim if he was considered incompetent and with the way Thomas Elliot was spending company money, Lucius could do it. But his daughter had come to Gotham without Tim and Dick was just relieved the girl hadn't found him since she likely would have been killed by Ra's.

They could weather what Hush was doing, Dick had tightened the leash on the man which he hadn't liked but he now had a 'bodyguard' watching his every move, but then Vicki Vale just had to stick her nose in. She'd begun digging around the time Tim was actually missing and not with Jason and it hadn't taken her long to discover Tim had dropped out of school and off the map. Dick had covered with the story of Tim needing time and travelling with some old Drake family friends but Elliot had screwed that up by telling her he had no clue where Tim was. Thankfully, the police hadn't listed Tim as missing but with Tim's civilian friends admitting they hadn't heard anything…how long would that last? Why hadn't Tim come back yet? How badly had Ra's hurt him if it was taking so long for him to come home?

And then he got a call from the Justice League…they had everything needed to fine Bruce because he really was lost in time and not dead. Tim was right. He really was right; the painting was really Bruce. He'd messed up but what else was he meant to do?

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Tim ran alongside the small group of friends who had been spending time with him. He liked them and they were some of the youngest of the Amazons. Rhea and Ophelia had helped him a lot with learning how to use a bow. Attie was really good at hand to hand and Briony had begun teaching him how to play the aulos, it was not easy at all. But every Amazon could play at least one traditional instrument. He was still only on the single version, he had to master it first before moving on to the double.

They reached the lake and Attie stripped, diving into the water immediately. Tim gulped, not sure where to look as the others began to strip.

Ophelia giggled and bumped against him playfully. "We're all Amazons here, my Prince," she teased. "Oh," she frowned, "can you not swim?" she asked in concerned.

"I've swum in a pool," with swimwear.

"There's no current," she assured him, tugging off her chiton.

He hesitated but then took a deep breath and pulled his own longer one off, due to his discomfort, he'd been given ones that went closer to his knees. He dove in before he could second-guess himself, surfacing near the others. And then he yelped as he was splashed.

Attie smirked at him and Tim grinned. It was war!

After hours of playing and swimming they lay on rocks, drying off in the sun. Tim lay slightly on his side, keeping himself more out of sight.

"We have seen male bodies in drawings even if we were born on the Island," Briony pointed out. Their mothers had been pregnant when the Amazons were brought the Themyscira. "We have read many texts on such matters as well."

Tim felt his face warm. "I, uh, have a boyfriend."

"A boyfriend?" Ophelia asked.

"We're together, romantic partners."

"Oh," she nodded in understanding. "So, you do not find us attractive?" she teased, the others laughing gently as Tim groaned but forced himself to roll over. Thankfully, the cold water had ensured no reaction while they were in the lake and he kept his eyes above chest level.

"I…I like both," he admitted. "I dated a fellow Gotham Vigilante for a while, Spoiler. But we're definitely better off as friends."

"And your boyfriend?" Attie asked.

"Superboy, Kon-El."

"Didn't he used to be with Cassie?" Rhea rolled over onto her stomach, black hair falling over her shoulders. "And the three of you are on the same team?"

"Yeah. Or we were. I left the Titans after he died, gave leadership to her." he wasn't sure how many stories about the teams Cassie had shared. "It…it was a bad time for me. Spoiler died, or at least we thought she had, then my dad, Kon, Impulse… then Batman. I wasn't in the right mental place to lead anyone."

That got nods of understanding. Amazons trained to work in teams and larger units and while the girls had never seen battle, they'd probably seen the kind of mess someone not in the right mindset for leading could make of even a mock battle.

The conversation moved on, thankfully. Training came up, of course, but so did gossip. Not really Tim's thing but he listened and even offered a few things he'd observed that they'd missed. Attie and Rhea ended up comparing scars, pulling him into that as he had more than any of them. The gods had healed his stab wound but it had scarred as well. And weirdly, it kind of helped him dealing with the whole nudity bit, just like when with his team and they had to hit the decontamination showers or to patch each other up.

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Diana smiled when she saw Tim with the group who came back from swimming, his hair a mess from drying in the sun. It was good to see him bonding so well with the others. And he didn't seem at all bothered by what they wore when swimming or didn't wear as it was.

It had been four months since they had arrived, he was healed and recovered from what Ra's had done to him. He would continue learning for years and that could be done back in the wider world with trips to the Island. They were going after Bruce and she knew Tim would want to be there. Plus, he and Kon missed each other dearly. It was time.

TBC…