Testing limits and finding a flock

*all character belong to the DCU I do not own them or anything*

Pain. Ripping through his side is what brought Tims back into his body. One of the Penguins ' goons found him on the catwalk; he never thought he could get caught , and Tim definitely didn't imagine getting shot. He dropped and rolled to the stairs, stumbling down he hid behind a dumpster. Tim looked all of the broken kid he really was, curled in on his side biting his lip to stop the whimpers fighting to get out. All too soon the boy heard the distinct thump of a person landing on the cement in front of him and the soft taps of feet. Too light to be a child but still too loud to be the vengeance of the night. Tim held his breath shifting to peer around the mounds of trash in hopes not to alert the acrobat, but unable to stop the desire to see him up close.

Tim Watched as the young crime fighter strode up to his black-clad surrogate father and traffic light adoptive brother who had just arrived. "You're late B", Tim had never heard the circus dweller sound so hostile, even when he caught other villains.

Batman for his part just turned to face his oldest and blinked really long. Like seriously, he is a cat. "We got caught in winnsboro with Riddler." Batman roughed out. Does he ever speak normally? Tim can't say he's ever experienced that.

Nightwing scoffed, crossing his arms glaring at the Bat "We both know you can take Edward in your sleep, don't even try." Nightwing was becoming sassy. Tim loved it. Not the fighting obviously. But Nightwings sass.

"Are you coming back to the cave?" Batman ability to ignore directed comments baffles Tim, and shocks him not realizing they were leaving soon, and still wanting their pictures tonight, Tim pulled out his camera and turned off the flash, raising the resolution and scaring a pigeon to flight (covering the sound of the camera) he snapped a breathtaking shot of the two vigilantes squared off, bodies tense.

"Not for you." Nightwing snarled hands balling into fists. And thankfully Robin cut in tired of the cat fight, they're s'posed to be bats! "Well will you give me a ride N? B didn't bring the batmobile and I wanna shower." That seemed to push the normally cuddly hero back into a better mood, not a good one but better than him bashing Batman's head in.

"I didn't bring my bike." Nightwing shrugged.

"Then I can drive this really realistic night bike to the cave for copyright infringement?" Robing shot back, crossing his arms.

"I don't call it the Nightbike!" Night wing snapped back half heartedly.

"Then drive me back to the not Nightblike." Robin turned on his heels and started to ride the bike. Tim couldn't help but snap a few more photos of the bats interacting, they just couldn't, not when they wanted to be heard with them so badly. Tim didn't dare move again until Batman left to go home, then he rolled out from behind the trash and ran to his bike leaving the city.
Getting home was no problem, but what was, was the car newly parked in the drive. HIs parents were home. SO he couldn't use the front door, which meant he went up the tree just outside of his window climbing into his room.

He got through his window smashing into his bed, he knew he should get up and bandage his wand, but his bed was so warm and soft. He'll get up in a minute.

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Waking up, Tim knew he made a mistake and he bled through onto his bed. Jumping up and striping the matres he threw them in the wash thanking the heavens he had a heavy duty mattress protector for when he brough drinks in. He showered and managed to disinfect and bandage his wound, but as he was sleeping on a shirt he heard the sharp voice of his mother, "Timothy, wake up."

He walked out of the bathroom to face his mother, who was taking in his striped bed and freshly showered appearance. "Timothy, you are much too old to be having accidents, I thought you got over this!" his mother's voice hung in the air, and Tim could only stare at the rug under his feet.

"Now Timothy, you know what happened to bad boys, they go to the closest to reflect '' his mother grabbed his arm, acrylic nails digging into his boyish flesh. Tim started struggling and yanking, he didn't want to go to the closet. "Do I need to call your father up here? You know he'll bring the belt." his mother seethed. Tim went limp, last time his father punished him he was out of school for a week because of the pain.

He lowered his head and allowed his mother to throw him in his walk-in closet, locking it for the outside. "You're going to stay in heat until your father or I come and fetch you, we are very busy people Timothy, think on that." Tim heard the heels clicking down the hall.

Tim felt the claws of fear tugging and the walls were closing. Tims vision blurred heart racing the was panting, hyperventilating. His heart pounded in his ears, the curled into a ball and his blurred vision turned black and everything slowed to stillness. Then Timed seemed to fade out.

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Zoning back in was Tim's least favorite part of the closet. It meant that his parents had left and not unlocked the door. By now he should be used to it. It's not the first time they shipped out for a digg and forgot they locked him up, but it still hurt every time they did it. Standing he shimmied the broken lock and popped the door open, quickly pushing out and gulping in lungfuls of air out of the cramped closet. Stalking to the bathroom and reworking his bandages he was starting to feel the tell tale warming around the wound telling him his bullet hole was probably infected but pulling out the rubbing achahol was not something he was doing today so he stumbled to his bedside to pull out his laptop planning on stalking checking out what oracle was working on and giving her a challenge of finding out who was in her servers.

Tim knew this was a bad idea. It left traces that she could fallow to follow. She could find him if he wasn't careful, be he kinda wished she did. He didn't want to be alone and invisible. But a last that was something for latter. For now he popped a few pain meds and started going over the reports from last night making notes here and there for himself in the delusion he could show them to the bats. But as Tim got to the end he realized that they didn't find penguin's drug operations Tim got caught at.

So Tim made a decision. One he blamed on the prescription pain meds he stole from his mom. He baked the panguins networks. Diving deeper he found the connection to the joker. They teamed up, and they were selling ecstasy cut with joker toxin and ... fear gas's.

So Tim made another decision. He printed all of his photos from last night and all of the evidence he found and sent a message to Oracle.

Make sure the bats are in. They need to see this. I'll come to the door.
~Alvin Draper

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A.n. Hey guys! I just wanted to post this and see if anyone else like my idea so far. I have another chapter written out and I'll post it if y'all like this one! I just wanna see if anyone's interested in the idea so, like and for sure comment so I can see your opinion, but please keep it nice and helpful. Polite criticism is allowed but get out if your just going to bring negativity. That you so much for reading!!!!