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'cause it's better than nothing

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"ALFRED!"

There's a scream of the man's name as an older man, dressing in tight black material carries a barely conscious Robin in his arms calls out to a much older looking man; balding on top with a pencil thin moustache. He's already rolling up the sleeves of his white button up as he asks if Robin has been shot.

"Dear God, has he been shot or-"

"Worse Alfred. It's the Clench. I think he contracted it when we were defending Babylon Towers from looters."

"He's burning with fever."

"Hey... is it hot in here or is it me...?

They continue arguing about contacting Tim's father, which Tim protests against. Not whilst there's a chance he says. Nightwing, the man in black you remembers says the next stage will only take about another hour to set in. That there is no chance.

"It's quite obvious that you've been away from this place far too much, Master Dick."

The tone is judgemental and rather scathing from the old man. Dick certainly looks properly chastised.

"This is the home of hopeless causes and blind faith."

Dick tries to protest but Alfred just moves away from the bed that they've placed Tim in and further into the cave.

"No time for discourse. Please help me move the hospital equipment. I kept it in storage from the time we diced with death."

Dick goes to follow but turns at the last minute to check on Tim. He's sweating and there's a violent tremor to his hands.

"We'll be right back. You going to be okay?"

"Sure... Pardon me for not getting up..." You can almost feel how hard it is for him to get out the words.

"Comedian"

Tim pulls his glove off and watches the muscles in his hand clench up. He can't see it himself but there's blood oozing out from under the domino mask from where his eyes have begun to bleed.

"Yeah... Laugh a minute..."

The memory fades to out and back in again to Tim settled into a hospital bed with various machines attach to him keeping an eye on his vitals. He's been dressed in a hospital gown and tucked it. His eyes, however, are still bleeding.

"Comfortable, Master Tim?" Alfred asks.

"Thanks, Alfred... You'd make a good Mom, y'know?"

"Is there anything-" Nightwing asks but is interrupted by Alfred.

"I am supplying him with nutrients and liquids through an intravenous tube. I have him on a mild pain killer and he's on a water colled mat for his fever."

"There's nothing you might-"

The memory fades out as Tim falls back into unconsciousness. The memory comes in and out a few more times as Tim comes back and forth from unconsciousness. Nightwing is gone but Alfred is always there, steadfast and loyal. He offers more painkillers or ice packs to keep Tim as comfortable as possible.

And then he just stays dark and black but you hear voices in the darkness.

"Alfred...?"

"I am here, Master Tim."

"Are the lights off?"

"No, young sir. I thought it best to bandage your eyes."

You feel time slip but the same words seem to repeat themselves, the only change is the tone of the voices.

"Alfred...?"

"I am here, Master Tim."

"Are the lights off?"

"No, young sir."

And you feel the memory fade out and then you're back in the Batcave.

Well, that wasn't cookies. [Vash holds his head and leans forward. Feeling that lingering of sickness still on him from the memory. Too bad when he does his hand brushes against the file that reads: Dick.]

Vash is still in the Batcave but you watch a much younger Tim run past, school books still in arm down to a lower platform where Nightwing squats on top of an oddly shaped plane. The Batwing the memory supplies, in fact, most things in here have Bat attached in front of them.

He appears to be refuelling it and Tim reminds him not to forget the reserves.

"Bruce on Patrol?" Tim asks from ground level.

"Yep. You going out with him much?" Dick detaches the hose and reattaches the panel with a power tool.

"Once a week at best. Schedule's crazy. School. Titans. Stuff."

"I remember it all well. 'Stuff' sure has a way of keeping us busy" Nightwing talks like it was an age ago but honestly they all have 'stuff' that keeps them busy still.

"And speaking of stuff..." He jumps off the wing of the plane and approaches a large pair of doors. Once open you can see a cupboard of gadgets and what looks like weaponry. Grenades, grappling hooks and what looks like a bazooka or two. Several of them get passed to a waiting Tim, while Nightwing comments like this is just a shopping trip. They go back and forth until the space is empty. All of it ending up somewhere on the newly fuelled plane.

"Thanks for helping me load Tim."

"No problem... That's a lot of ordnance"

"Failing to prepare is preparing to fail," Dick sounds like he's reciting this from something.

"Thanks for the tidbit Obi-wan" and Tim doesn't sound impressed by that at all.

"I'm a walking fortune cookie"

"Yeah, a stale one at that."

Nightwing vaults and flips onto the wing and into the pilot seat of the Batwing. The man doesn't appear to believe in gravity.

"So?" He leans out to look at Tim.

"So what?" Tim has already picked up his school things again and looks to be already bored at the prospect of homework in this future.

Nightwing slides his mask on before finishing with "You coming?"

"Thought you'd never ask!" Tim just discards his books behind him and races up, mimicking Nightwing's previous movements into the plane.

"Tim?"

"Yeah" He pulls the safety harass around to buckle himself in, barely paying attention from excitement.

"Forgetting something? Has a touch of red in it. Big letter 'R' on the front" Nightwing looks so amused. Tim is still dressed in his civilian clothing and doesn't even seem to realise it.

"Be right back!"

[Vash should know better by now then to keep touching, but something in the way the dream works tells him this is all okay. Smiling at the fun, happy memory he reaches out and touches the folder that says Bruce. Tim had said something about a Bruce in the last memory.]

You see Robin slinking his way down the steps you yourself just descended, you can tell he's running late, so very very late. The memory supplies you with the information that it was Father's Day and he was supposed to be having dinner with Bruce but there had been this purse snatcher on a motorcycle that he'd been chasing who had suddenly been blown up via mortar strike by The Jury; twelve guys with way too much firepower on their hands.

And now he has to slink his way back into the cave late, injured and you can hear voices talking in the distance.

You see a large imposing man dressed in dark armour, his cape only adding to an intimidating silhouette, his voice is gruff and angry, as he pulls on the cowl similar to the one Robin wears now. "I'm not going to go to look for Tim, I'm going on patrol. If I happen to find Tim, that's just a coincidence.

The clear British accent that replies sounds truly sceptical. The man is tall thin and balding and in a suit but he holds himself straight and speaks with certainty, "You might as well call it what it is sir, since the adoption, your feelings have become paternal. Personally, I think it's grand. But I remind you, Master Tim is as capable now as he was before-"

"Sorry, I'm late. I got hung up." Robin, well Tim interrupts before Alfred can finish. It sounds flat but the reasons while justified just sound like poor excuses in his head. Bruce would have ended the fight sooner. He wouldn't have gotten hurt and would have made it on time. Even if his brain can supply him all the times Bruce left dates waiting or never turned up at all, he still doesn't matter.

"I know I promised you dinner... but I got into something and it ran longer than I thought." He runs his hands through his hair. There's still blood on his face and holes in this uniform.

The cowl is pulled back and any anger is gone, even the voice seems to change to something softer "Forget about dinner. The important thing is-"

"I got you something. Happy Father's Day, Bruce." Tim interrupts and reaches into his belt and holds out for a little brown jewellery box and placing it within the man's hand. It's shiny like it was brand new but there are scratches along all the edges. "I wanted everything to be perfect, and I ruined dinner but there's still this. Open it."

The watch inside is broken, the face of it barely holding on anymore and what you can see of the tiny working parts on the inside it doesn't look salvageable.

"Um..."

"Damn it!" Must've been a punch I took... Your first Father's Day and I-"

"-did Great Tim." This time it's Bruce who gets to interrupt, placing his hand on Tim's shoulder to stop him continuing. There's no disappointment or anger on his face. He's smiling and looks quite pleased with the gift.

"Did you get the bad guys?"

"Yeah..." Tim replies hesitantly.

"And you came home safe. You made it a perfect Father's Day, Tim." With his hand on his shoulder, Bruce turns Tim around to lead him back up the stairs. Already handing the watch over to Alfred who while the boys talk about trophy cases and scrambled eggs turns it over in his hands to reveal the words

To Bruce From Tim Happy Father's Day

engraved on the back.

Edited 2019-02-13 10:49 (UTC)

A family of crime fighters. [Vash can't help but smile. Seeing this family being so close together with each other. Although he's a little worried about that adoption part as he wonders if something had happened to Tim's biological parents.

Suddenly Vash feels the need to touch that other happy feeling folder labeled as Steph.]

Robin finally had the creep under you! The Cluemaster had recently returned to his career of crime and both Robin and Batman has been one step behind despite the clues left for them but Robin had finally cornered and ambushed them on a rooftop of Gotham.

“Finally a hood more my size,” They are a great deal smaller than the other criminal he usually has to deal with. He’s kinda getting sick of everyone thinking he’s twelve still.

“Give it up creep! You’re not getting away,” They’re dressed all in black, with a purple cape. He grabs their full head mask and rips it from their head to discover a-

GIRL?!

Then all he sees is black as the blonde girl takes Robin’s moment of surprise to grab a stray brick on the rooftop and uses it to clock him across the temple with it. Lights out.

[Vash chuckles. For some reason this girl reminding him of Meryl. As he thinks about this he notices there's another folder with the same last name written on it. So he reaches forward and picks up the Damien folder.]

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