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INBETWEEN (PT 3)

Summary: You wake up, completely under the effect of your dream about comic characters, just to find out a new character has been added to DCU? Or has she always been there?

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Author's Note: Gosh, sorry for taking some time. This chapter was a pain in the ass, all i wanted was to write about sweet moments but god 😶‍🌫️ sorry about the typos, I'll fix them as soon as i can i promise, hope you like it my loves! thank you so much for the support! 💗

Warning: Some of the themes and contents written in this fic might be upsetting for some of the readers, read at your own risk. Some parts have strong language.

As you woke up with a throbbing pain in your head, you couldn't help but wonder if this would be a issue every time you tried to wake up normally. Frustrated, you cautiously opened your eyes, preparing for the brightness. The light made everything appear blurry, so you tried shading your eyes with your hands, but it didn't help much. Suddenly, a silhouette rushed towards you.

"You got me so worried! I can't believe you didn't took your medicine's today! I'm so angry at you" A slap out of worry hit your arm and made you more awake and more aware of your surroundings. You were in your house, with your best friend beside your bed. She must've taken you to your bed since the last thing you can recall was washing some dishes. The slippery and weird feeling in your hand was just proof. "And so glad that you're okay." Amber hugged your laying body with compassionate behavior.

You reposition yourself on the bed and lay your back on the bedstand now facing your best friend who was sitting next to you on your bed. You were in your room. Your real room.

"Are you okay? You're very quiet." With her voice you tried to collect your thoughts in one place. So you had a dream about comic characters? God, you must've been going through some shit because you rarely even dream. Maybe you were in need to feel some family support? Or you just read a lot of them last night.

"Yeah, I'm okay no worries. I just had the weirdest dream ever. I'm sorry about worrying you I'll be more careful about my medicine." but you were so sure that you took all of them today. Why would your heart react in such a way. You found yourself questioning yourself once again, falling into a familiar pattern of self-doubt and second-guessing.

"Oh I can't wait to hear about it but first i have to tell you something." She must've done something she thought was necessary but not necessarily the best idea. "I called Nate." Yes, just as you guessed. Amber must've seen the shift in your reaction and started to get panicky. "Don't blame me! I got so worried and waited for one hour but you didn't wake up so i had to call him, i didn't know what to do. he said he's on his way to come here now. Could be here any moment now." She got up from the bed and started to walk around the room in a panicking way.

But you weren't focusing on her anymore, just hearing Nate's name made your heart flutter a little bit. He was your ex. You had been inseparable from your childhood and at some point it turned into a beautiful relationship. Nate was an ambitious student who wanted to have nothing more than a wife and a job. You on the other hand, you like the possibilities life could offer you. You never had something on your mind you were just going around wherever life takes you. Spontaneous trips to places you'd like to visit, working freelance and getting paid whenever you're in need of some money, reading books and comics whenever you're free. You were a kind of woman who would post something dumb on an afternoon during weekdays which would make all of your working friends question your sanity. So it's safe to say that you guys were completely opposites.

And whoever said opposites attract, they were wrong as fuck. You needed someone to think like you. It was hard to maintain the relationship when both of your needs were completely opposite, beside your characters. You guys broke up two months ago or something like that. you weren't keeping the count.

Although it was hard to not to think about him, you always thought you made the right decision about him. You wouldn't want to keep him from living his life, and you wouldn't want him to keep you from living your life either. It was the right decision. But why were you feeling nauseous right now?

"It's okay, we were going to see each other at some point anyway." You tried to smile in a relaxing way and you must have been successful since she gave you another big hug. She was one of the kindest soul you had a chance to meet on this earth. She had beautiful ginger curly hair with a lot of freckles on her face. She had this beautiful smile that made your day better whenever you saw her. She was just the most adorable person you could ever hope for and you were glad she was your friend, your best friend to be exact.

"Okay, I'll leave you alone and give you some privacy for you to change your clothes." You rolled your eyes at her words. Yeah, you took back whatever you said about her, she was devious. "I'm not going to all doll-up for Nate, Amber." She giggled at the annoyance at your voice while she was leaving the room.

You looked around your room. How could something feel so familiar yet so strange. You felt an unexplainable feeling on your chest. It wasn't about your heart, something was different. Maybe the dream affected you more than you could admit.

As you gazed around, your attention was suddenly drawn to the batfamily poster hanging on the wall behind your desk. It was an old favorite, something you had put up about three years ago. It included all of the batfamily members. Yet, this time, there was something different about it, or rather, someone.

You rushed to get a closer look, your eyes widening in surprise. Among the familiar faces of Bruce, Jason, Dick, and Damian, there was a new addition—a girl standing beside Damian. Who was she? And why the fuck she looked like you.

"Amber?" You yelled from your room, hoping her to hear. Her voice echoed back a response, and you called out again, "What did you do to my poster?"

You heard her quick footsteps and then Amber entered your room, her expression showing annoyance at being summoned. She glanced at the poster you were holding in your hand. "It looks perfectly normal to me. I didn't touch it."

You rolled your eyes, feeling annoyed more and a bit frustrated. "I mean, who's the new character next to Damian?"

Amber looked at you as if you had said the most absurd thing you could ever say. "Are you serious right now? Is this supposed to be some kind of joke? Listen, i need to go out. I know that you're kind of excited and anxious to meet Nate and you don't want to be alone but i have to go." You turned around and saw she already dressed up. You were speechless.

"Wait, what? Are you going out? Are you going to leave me alone with Nate and excuse me but what the fuck is happening right now! Who is this girl."

She didn't say anything and left the room, leaving you without any further explanation.

You reached over your laptop and opened it. Yes, something weird was going on and you were determined to find it and what would be a better way than google. You pull your soft, white chair and sit on it while you are waiting for your laptop to be open. When it got open, you typed the batfamily and searched for it.

After like three minutes, you saw the name Viperia, even though you read a lot of comics and familiar with almost every character at that point you've never heard of her so you typed 'Viperia' on a different tab. To your surprise, there were numerous posts and messages about this character. She appeared at the same time as Damian in comics. She was snarky, cocky and definitely a pain in the ass but somehow she literally had her own fan-base. You saw a lot of websites made in the honor of her, a lot of fanarts and literally thousands of fan fiction. But how come you've never heard about her and why did she literally look like you.

"Yeah, this must be a fucking dream."

When you heard a knock from the door, you remembered you were expecting Nate. Fuck, you already have forgotten about him coming. You pulled yourself together and promised to check this after you're done with Nate. Right now you have to focus on him.

You must have been so lost on your research, you didn't realize Amber already left the house. You opened the door and you saw Nate's bright face.

Seeing him make a lot of emotions rushing to you. There was longing in your heart, you were longing for his presence. There was some kind of disappointment. You were disappointed in him, he could've made this thing go further but he didn't. He chose to give up on you and you chose to give up on your relationship.

When you break up with someone, seeing them changing does have an effect on you. You expect them to be the same but you don't realize people tend to change every now and then, especially after going through a painful break-up. You felt sad but you felt you didn't have any right to be sad, after you were the who cut the cords of that relationship. You chose your path to leave him. It was painful for you but you knew that if you didn't, it would be more painful in the future. But somehow right that moment you were looking at a completely different guy. He had a bright smile on his face just like he always does but somehow it was different, it was full of confidence. His eyes were shining like two little stars. He was radiating some kind of sunshine energy that you became addicted once. And seeing him make all of these things rush through your mind.

He had a white shirt on him, which made him look very... professional? But in a pretty way. His partly long hair was slicked back nicely. You can see his newly grow beard that he probably is going to shave tomorrow morning. Even though he looked almost the same as two months ago you realized he changed, he's much better now. He's better off without you or maybe you were just that lonely who was considering going back to her ex just because you hated being alone or a narcissist who thinks everyone is in love with her.

"Hello." His stern voice made you startled since you were, once again, wandering on your mind. "Hello, how rude I am. Come in." you stepped backwards for him to enter the house. He was looking around when you closed the wooden door and turned at him.

"You guys made some changes on this apartment huh? It looks prettier." You smile at the compliment. Always too nice.

"Yes, it was time to get rid of some old stuff." Then you realized this was not an appropriate sentence to say since it's only been two months after the break up.

You cleaned your throat and talked again: "Take a seat I'll prepare us some coffee." When you were rushing to the kitchen, you heard his footsteps right behind you. "You never really learn do you? I'm literally here for your heart and you are offering me coffee? Way to go." You laughed at his point.

It was nice to be around him. He had such a charm that could make you feel comfortable all the time. There wasn't any awkward silence around him. It was always joyful, happy and full of smiles. He was like a home for you once. Now he was just a stranger you perfectly know.

"Well, old habits die hard." At that point you literally wanted to punch yourself on your face. There were millions of words in English and somehow you always chose the one that made you sound like a heartless person.

When you were preparing the coffee he sat on a chair beside the window. It was raining again. There was no lightning or storm but just plain rain. It was the fourth day today and the weird thing is, it was middle of the fucking summer, July to be exact.

"So, your heart?" When you put on his mug, (which was adorable by the way. It was dark red with little white hearts on it.) on the little coffee table in front of him. You sat right in front of him. "Yes, I think Amber is overreacting. I'm perfectly fine." He looked at you with his brown eyes, completely scanning your body. It's like, he was trying to find evidence of you being okay. But in reality he was actually thinking about how much he missed you. He missed being around you, your presence, your voice, your scent and everything about you. He missed hearing your stupid theories about comics, he missed talking about ordinary stuff under the stars on a hill that he would take you every saturday, he missed you making him laugh so hard that he would cry, he missed you. Simply you, being you.

"Still, i think you should come to the hospital and let me examine you over there since I didn't bring a lot of stuff." You nod, perfectly aware of the fact that you simply wouldn't do something like that. You knew something was different. You experienced a lot of seizures like that and it was different and since you already took your medicine, you wouldn't bother to go again. If there's something, that would mean more medicine. But you were sure that was not the case.

Your mind went to Damian's sister again. How could this be possible. She looked exactly like you and you were wondering how she can appear on your poster. It was there for three years now and you would've noticed at some point right? Viperia... Even the name sounds so made up, you still were trying to convince yourself that you actually imagined that person. But then again, Amber said she's been there for some time. Maybe she also hallucinated.

You tried to pull your attention back on the guy sitting in front of you. Viperia was the future you problem, right now you had Nate in front of you.

"You look tired." When he stated the obvious fact you simply smiled. "Yes, it's been a long day." More like two days in one. "And I'm kind of anxious maybe that's why."

He directly looked into your eyes with such a compassionate look. If he could make your pain go away, he would in a heartbeat. It was so weird to part your ways even though you love that person. But growing up meant realizing it's important have someone who has the same mindset as you and about that, you guys were not the best. 'Love can start something but it wouldn't make something keep going.' Your mother used to say this sentence a lot whenever she and your dad argued.

He reached over your hand that was on uour your lap. When he touched you, you could feel the vibrations going around your body. It was dumb to think that you were over him but when it's you, you can never be sure and you knew that all to well.

"You know that I'm here right? It doesn't matter what time is it, if you call, I'll come." He said almost whispering. His hand traces its way through your face. Cupping one of your cheeks. No, that wasn't good. You could feel that every cell of yours longing for him but that wasn't a good idea.

"I think you should go."

He looked at you for five seconds with a disappointed look on his face. He could tell that you were uncomfortable and he didn't want to keep doing whatever he was doing. Then he take his hand off your face and stood up. "Yes, I think I should go. Thank you for the coffee. I think tomorrow morning you should visit the hospital just in case." You nodded and said 'thank you' while he was taking his stuff and going to door.

"Goodnight." He was the one who smiled as an answer this time.

As soon as you closed the door, you released the breath you didn't even you were holding until that point.

You went into your room after sitting back of the door for some time, collecting your thoughts about Nate. You needed something to take your mind off from Nate and you decided to keep researching about Viperia.

Two hours later, your mind was almost going to explode from all the information you found about her.

She was the sixth child of Batman, not a sister but twin of Damian. Raised by Bruce but also Talia too. Her name was the same as yours but she was using Viperia as an alias, which was a venomous snake. She was skilled at martial arts and she was a great assassin, maybe even better than Damian. She was quite popular with her rage and snarky comments just like Damian. She was getting along with almost every family member except Tim and you didn't find anything relating to that topic. On some fandom base sites, there were a lot of theories about them dating secretly 'why else they wouldn't even once mention about her relationship with Tim' they wrote. 'Tim never even refers to her as his sister.' You searched so deep that you even had came across a smut writing between her and Alfred which made you a little bit of uncomfortable and also scared.

You started to think how could you miss this character or did she literally appear out to nowhere in three hours?

The creator was releasing new chapters on that comic series in every two weeks. 'Batman's Daughter' was the title. It was covering the whole background starting from the birth which was crazy but useful also, since you learned that Talia literally put her in Lazarus Pit whenever she had some kind of blade cuts on the age of fucking three. No wonder that girl was total nuts but of course fun to read.

When you were doing your research your laptop's notification sound made you startled. Maybe you didn't have any resemblance with her since she could literally murder without even flinching and you were, well, getting startled from a notification sound.

It was an e-mail.

You took your laptop and stood up from the chair you've been sitting for some time now. Since you also started to get sleepy it was a good idea to going to your bed and read your mail over there.

You sat on your soft green colored sheets and opened your mail, you didn't know the person who sent you the mail. There was literally no name or anything. Just an attachment and a word on the subject part which was 'read :)'

You clicked on the attachment, even though you knew you shouldn't since it was a mail from someone unknown and you might even download a fucking virus on your laptop but however something inside of you was couraging you to open it.

It was a comic on a pdf format but it was more like a work in progress. Some parts were still empty.

The Doom of Batfamily?

That was enough for your curiosity to take over, so you started reading.

It was starting with Bruce talking with his family about some unusual murders on the city. He was suspecting someone from the League of Assassins since the murder weapon was a sword. But turns out it was Viperia who is getting more and more insane everyday because of the Lazarus pit. But it didn't even stop there, she was getting involved with some villains to trap her family one by one and killing them all, she was thinking they were on her way.

You were horrified. It was very graphical and the sketches literally showed everything explicitly. In the end, she was literally standing on all of their dead bodies, laughing histerically.

You close the laptop immediately and closed your eyes, trying once again to collect your thoughts. Everything seemed so messy right now and you didn't know what to do. Why Viperia appeared out of nowhere, Who was the sender of the mail, why is she killing all of her family, what the fuck is going on.

"Fuck, no."

Without resisting more, you give yourself in the sweet arms of sleep. You could try to solve that problem tomorrow, you needed some sleep now.

After like two minutes of sleeping you opened your eyes involuntarily since, well, you only closed them for two minutes.

"It took you long enough."

With this voice, you got scared again.

"I didn't know you like sleeping this much it's literally noon time now, wake up so we can go to my favorite cafe to have some breakfast and then feed the ducks."

You watched him in horror.

"Hey, haven't you missed your beloved brother?"

"Damian?"

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ponyosfrogg · 9 months

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you literally made my day 🥹 i already started to write another chapter haha thank you for reading my story you are very nice 🤍😭

INBETWEEN (PT 2)

Summary: You felt like the best way to deal with your confusion is seeking comfort from the people who claimed that they were your family. You just didn't know it would be Tim.

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Author's Note: I really hope this chapter clears some of the confusion you guys might have. Have a good reading my love's!

Warning: Some of the themes and contents written in this fic might be upsetting for some of the readers, read at your own risk. Some parts have strong language.

The clock hanging on the wall showed almost three in the morning. You pushed aside the thin silk cover with your feet due to the heat and turned in bed for maybe the eighth time within the last sixty second. Night time seemed like it would last forever, and you couldn't fall asleep because your mind was filled with a lot of thoughts.

It had been three hours since you learned that you had lost your memory, and within those three hours, you had generated over three thousand scenarios like a fucking AI or something. Was it possible to completely lose your memory? Could you forget your identity, yourself, and even your childhood? Shouldn't you at least remember something, like the memories from your childhood with Damian? Yet the only thing you remembered was a vast void. It felt as if you had suddenly appeared and forced yourself into the minds of the others.

You were missing something obviously, and you weren't able to see it. Maybe going around in the mansion would help your thoughts considering you didn't even leave your room. And also, where the fuck was everyone. When Dick mentioned about you having a crowded family you were expecting some kind of chaos everywhere but since Dick left the room and when he came back he just said he had some 'urgent' things to take care of, will be right next to you before you know it and all that stuff but you haven't seen any of them. Did Damian threaten everyone to stay away or did something happened while you were having your sweet time with pictures. Maybe they just wanted to give you some free space to be with yourself but you were literally getting tortured by being alone with your thoughts.

You got up from the bed anxiously, you also hated the fact that everything felt very complicating and overwhelming. You put your shoes on and get ready to leave your room. Maybe going around the house would help you to collect your thoughts but you were secretly hoping for some kind of human interaction.

As you left your room, you realized how wrong you were by calling this masterpiece 'house' it was a big mansion and it even overwhelmed you more now. You were wondering throughout the hall checking every painting on the wall and admiring the little decorations here and there. stopping every now and then to touch some stuff, you know: being your authentic casual self.

You weren't specifically looking for something but you were hoping to come across a computer to search some stuff. There was something sketchy about this whole memory loss and you wanted to make sure that everything was good. But of course when you realize you weren't going to find anything from going through the hall, you decided to check rooms one by one. Most of them were either empty rooms or rooms that seem like they haven't been getting used for quite some time now. Even though you were trying to be loud to wake someone up, you felt like you were being very quite. Even when you were walking it was like a feather falling on the ground. No noise, no anything and it was something weird.

As you were checking the rooms you got startled with a voice that came from behind: "Having hard time to sleep princess?" You turned your head over the voice and you saw Tim standing right behind you, holding a cup in his hand. He looked like he hadn't been sleeping properly for months now: dark circles under his eyes, easly seeable red veins on his eyes and probably the messiest hair you could ever seen. He was wearing some kind of sweatpants that wasn't completely loose but not very tight either. He had an oversize shirt on him-

"Cat got your tongue princess?" You startled again, coming back from your thoughts. You realized you've been staring for sometime now. And what is up with that nickname. You could sense that he wasn't saying this out of his kind nature, you could sense it was some kind of insult. His way of insulting you? maybe.

"I was looking for Damian but I'm assuming he's not in the manor now." You said calmly, being proud of your lying skills. You felt like it would be weird to tell him that you didn't like being alone with your thoughts. Plus, it was middle of the morning nobody has to deal with your mental issues right now. He shift in his place and stayed quite for a little bit. "I don't know where he is if he's not in your room, good night." He didn't mean to sound like a total bitch but he had his own worries, especially about you.

Tim and you had a different kind of relationship than the others. You guys were always competing. Both of you were the geniuses of the family so it wasn't a suprise that you always had to take care of the whole family. Since it's a big sacrifice someone else would thought it would bring you guys together but no, at some point it was a whole competition.

In every way, you and Tim would compete with one another. Always fighting and proving everyone that no one could top that. Of course that was something most of the siblings do but Tim never actually considered you as a sibling of his. In the end it was adopting and even though Tim had a whole detective thing going on, it was harder for him to put his finger on how he feels towards you. He sure felt the attraction and he was admiring you everyday but he would never say that out loud. Hell, he was even having a hard time whenever you cross his mind and believe me it was more often than he would like to admit. He hate you for that, for making him actually feel something, making him wanting to sleep in order to dream about you, making him leave this family just to be with you. He had a lot of reasons to hate you.

"Tim?" Your voice sounded so scared that he had to stop before taking another step. "Can i come to your room, i don't want to be alone right now." Of course he knew you didn't like being alone, everyone in this family was aware of it. He had no idea how others agreed to leave you alone to go on a patrol. He couldn't bring himself to do this but, he also had to finish his investigation about this whole thing.

He realized he was taking too long to respond so he just mumbled something quite close to yes and that was enough for you to follow him like a tail.

When he arrived to his room, he opened the door and stood behind for you to get inside first. Even though this room was bigger than yours and Damian's, there was more stuff in it. There were papers on the ground, a lot of cups on the wooden table, too many laptops and computers all working at once, pile of clothes on the corner and bed. Untouched, perfectly made bed.

"I know it's a little messy, I've been busy. Just go and sit on the bed." When you were walking you couldn't help but feel the familiar air. Tim had an affect on you that you can't explain that was making you very calm and safe. This room smelled like coffee grounds which also made you understand why Tim smelled like coffee.

When he went over the window and open the curtain you had a chance to look over him. He had dark, vibrant blue eyes which reminded you some kind of sapphire. Shining under the moonlight that was coming through the window. His hair resembling the sky's color during night: pitch black falling onto his ears but nothing more. It was shorter than Dick's hair yet somehow prettier. You could sense that Dick was trying hard to keep his form, his handsome face and his hair but Tim on the other hand, he was effortlessly beautiful. You couldn't even take your eyes off him, feeling like a creep.

Tim already could sense your stare yet decided to stay silent. He didn't want you to feel embarrassed and it was too early for him to joke around but the stare was becoming intense so he decided to speak even though he's not much of a speaker. "How are you feeling. Started to get some memories back?" oh that part. you already forgotten about it.

"Not really, but i feel more comfortable now." When you felt like your answer is not enough you kept talking. "But i didn't want to be alone in the room and I've never realized it was such a hard job to sleep." You said awkwardly. It was unusual for him to actually speak with you without roasting you. He was waiting for you to say something that could boil his blood maybe some kind of stupid name, maybe about the boy you were recently talking about to Dick what was his name, Ethan? Jacob? Oh yeah, fucking Ashton.

You two already had a fight about that. You guys were on a patrol and on one of the rooftops you were casually chatting with Grayson, telling him about the Ashton. He was on the other line and he heard everything and there was a fight about how you were not paying attention to a basic task that has been given to you. It was always like this, he didn't even have the courage to admit his feelings to himself so it was always coming out as jealousy or anger. It was easier for him to accept it like this. Hate was stronger than any other feeling, it was a fair deal to suppress everything by using the name of: 'hate' "Yeah, I'm familiar with the feeling. Although i have to go back to my work, you are free to stay." He turned back without saying anything further or waiting for your reply. God, this family had a serious issue with waiting, you thought.

He sat on a chair that was in front of his computer pile and started to continue his research but too bad for him, you were in a chatty mode.

"This whole thing feels a little bit weird. How could i forget everything even my childhood memories. I feel like an empty shell." You let your thoughts to get out of your mouth without paying any attention. That was something Tim was not used to. You guys never exchanged any feeling nor thoughts with each other. It was always a strict relationship with him. Or, something close to that.

"That's what concerns me" he said under his breath, not letting you hear anything. He was searching in every source he could find, calling some friends who owed something to him. Of course accessing Batman's files was helping him but nothing like this ever happened before. And there was something in his memories that made him sick. They all looked so synchronized, like a perfect story. His instincts was saying something was off but he wasn't able to put his finger on anything.

Since you didn't get any answer (at least not one that you could hear) you made yourself at home, grabbing his book beside his nightstand and start reading it. Maybe you didn't need someone to talk to but just someone to be around with. And Tim was doing a good job about that, reading something on his computer quitely. You kept reading your book until you couldn't anymore.

When the clock almost hit five, Tim suddenly realized you were still in his room. He had been so caught up in his research that he completely forgot about your presence on his bed. Startled, he turned around and saw you peacefully sleeping, holding his favorite book on your stomach.

He couldn't help but be amazed by your ability to retain your assassin skills despite losing your memory. If he hadn't seen you in the hallway earlier, he would never have known you were wandering around because you were so quiet. And had he not found you peacefully asleep on his bed, he might not have believed you were there at all. You had mastered the art of silence, a skill gained during your time in Nanda Parbat before coming to Bruce.

Although he would never openly admit it, Tim knew that you and Damian excelled at being silent. Not just in the vigilante sense, but in the assassin sense. He couldn't even imagine the stuff you both must have endured. From time to time, he would hear you and Damian speaking about your time there, telling some stories and they were undeniably brutal. Nevertheless, he found it admirable. He didn't know the full details of how you and Damian ended up here, only that Talia had brought both of you to Bruce due to some issues in Nanda Parbat and said: 'These are your kids, take care of them; bye!' Since then, you have been staying with Bruce, seeing your mother from time to time.

Tim recalled a conversation where you mentioned how you communicated with your mother when Grayson questioned how you managed to stay in touch without any apparent means of communication.

'We don't find her," you explained. "she knows when we want to meet and finds us."

Tim only saw her once when she came to manor unannounced to visit both of you a while ago and that was enough for him to not to ask any questions about her. She had dark green eyes which could easily poison someone just by staring. He saw how you and Damian's behaviors completely changed. You were acting like one of her soldiers, listening everything she said and nodding with respect. When she was talking, he could sense the dominant power on the air, demanding energy. But he knew how much you loved your mother.

He knew how much fight you were having with Bruce because you resemebled your mother a lot. Damian on the other hand, he was just like Bruce in some ways. But you, you were the opposite of Bruce doing everything that he wouldn't approve. Sometimes he would hear some of you and Damian's fights regarding this topic maybe that was why you were seeing your mother a lot more than Damian. Sometimes you would be gone for weeks separated from Damian. He knew Damian wanted to be a vigilante, he really wanted to keep doing what he's doing but you on the other hand, you wanted to go back to Nanda Parbat and take over the League of Assassin. He heard you were calling that place 'home' many times.

He couldn't help but wonder how much time would it take for your mother to appear out of nowhere about your situation and threaten Bruce for being a bad father. He couldn't help himself but smiled at the thought that Bruce getting a lecture from Talia. He can basically see two of them ending up together.

Tim had only seen your mother once when she unexpectedly visited the manor to see both you and Damian. That single encounter had been enough for him to keep himself from asking any further questions about her. Her dark green eyes held a mesmerizing aura, capable of poisoning someone with just a stare. He observed how both you and Damian's demeanor changed completely in her presence. It was as if you became one of her soldiers, obediently listening to her every word and nodding with respect. The air itself seemed to carry of her dominant power, demanding energy. But he understood the depth of your love for your mother.

Tim was well aware of the fact that you were always fighting with Bruce because of your striking resemblance to your mother. Damian, on the other hand, shared more similarities with Bruce. But you were pushing Bruce's limits, doing things he would never approve of. Tim also occasionally overheard intense arguments between you and Damian regarding this matter, perhaps explaining why you were having your mother's company more frequently than Damian did. There were times when you would be gone for weeks, separated from Damian. Tim knew Damian aspired to be a vigilante, wanting to continue what he was doing, but your plans were leading you back to Nanda Parbat, yearning to reclaim the League of Assassins. He had heard you refer to that place as 'home' on numerous occasions.

He couldn't help but wonder when would your mother suddenly reappear to confront Bruce about his bad parenting and your circumstances. He found himself smiling at the thought of Bruce receiving a stern lecture from Talia. He could almost envision the two of them eventually coming together.

He stood up and grabbed his coffee from the table. Took some steps to come towards you and took the book from your hands very quietly. He didn't want to wake you up or disturb you. He grabbed his blanket and put it on you for you to not get cold since the manor was kind of chilly due to reason that it was made out of stone. Then he left his room to grab more coffee.

When he was going downstairs, he saw Damian and Dick coming from the way that batcave was with their patrol suits, full vigilante mode.

"She literally just lost her memory and you guys decided to come and go around the house with your suits? Such a genius idea you dickheads." He said insulting two of them harshly. He knew he was the smartest person in this family but he recently found out that that title wasn't coming from his being genius but them being dumb.

"Shut the fuck up Tim. Is she sleeping?" Damian asked while he was taking off his domino mask. "Yes, in my room." Damian stopped moving for a second and stare at Tim with a death glare. "What do you mean by your room?" Dick looked both of you then sighed loudly. "Yeah, I'm not taking any of this shit right now especially at this ungodly hour. I'll sleep don't make a lot of noise." and left two of you alone.

"Are you deaf or something Birdie? In my room means in my room. It's not a fucking literature class there's no higher meaning on that phrase." He teased with Damian. There was a lot of things that Tim loved doing. Drinking coffee, reading, being the best and also (undoubtfully) being a bitch towards Damian. Not that he despised him or anything, he would put his life to protect Damian but you know siblings. Same old same old i guess.

Damian tried to contain his anger once again. Breathed out loudly and tried to answer calmly. Since he was such a person who could kill someone out of anger, Jon and you somehow managed to convince him to go to a therapist. And believe me when i say he really needed an achievement to tell Ms. Lousia this weekend. So far; he got angry at Jason and throwed him a fucking fork right beside his face, fought with Tim multiple times and let's not forget he beat someone's ass so bad last night he almost died. But he knew when to stop so it was okay he guessed.

"Why is she in your room Timbo, that's what I'm asking." He felt victorious inside, he managed to keep his cool.

"She didn't wanted to be alone so she's in my room right now. We talked a little bit then she fall asleep. How was the patrol anyways?" He didn't realize they were walking into the kitchen until they entered. Tim went to the coffee machine and adjusted the settings while Damian continued talking. "It was eventful. News spread quickly that Batman was absent, so we discovered that Penguin was attempting to take advantage of the situation. We didn't intervene much; I assume it will lead us to a new lead which might be something bigger than him." Damian began removing his suit, starting with his cape.

"So, Jason and Dick will be sticking around until Bruce returns?" He already knew the answer. Bruce had strict orders about unsupervised patrols. He didn't want to believe that Damian was a whole grown man at that point. Maybe it was because of his angry and impatient nature, maybe it was because he was still a Robin. When he went away, Dick came back from Blüdhaven and they started to go on patrolling as a team. "Yeah, I don't think they will considering-" he stopped himself trying to find the right words. "considering her situation."

Even though he had gone to the patrol, you were on Damian's mind all day. He didn't like the feeling of desperateness and he felt like punching some people would help that. Too bad it was just an 'investigate' night not an 'interfere' night. "Thank you for taking care of her, I'll take her from your room." Damian said quietly. He was grateful that Tim actually decided to stay behind to keep an eye on you. "I thought being alone would be good for her since it must be hard to take in all these things." Tim was still waiting for his coffee when he turned around to face Damian, who was already halfway out of his suit. Alfred would kill him if he saw how he casually throws his clothes on the chairs. "Yeah, like you don't know her." He raised one of his eyebrows and out his arms crossed on his chest while leaning his back on the counter.

Damian took his clothes and walked away while he was going, he yelled: "Don't push your luck on me Timbo!"

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