Tim/Open || Where Do We Go From Here?

[Dick Grayson]

In the main room of the Wayne Manor, Dick Grayson sat back of a chair as he sighed, closing his eyes and his head going back...processing everything that has happen in the past few days. Hailey...Alexander...Alyss...John Blake...they were all gone...just like that, one death happening after another. All of them were just too tragic and they did not deserve to die, to leave this world, they had so much more to offer. Alexander was like a little brother to Dick and he would always kid with the guy. Alyss was like the little sister he never had, always like her parents, even her powers were amazing. John Blake, a good man in his own right, a hero, someone that Grayson looked up to while under Bruce's wing. Amelia would never recover from something like this, already losing John once but the loose him again. No one should ever go through that again and now Amelia was leaving Gotham this time but Dick would not stand in her way because she needs a new start.

Then there was Hailey, Mistress Liberty, the woman who was the coolest mother figure Dick could have growing up. When his parents died, Bruce and Hailey took Dick in as one of their very own. When Dick was alone and hurt, Hailey gave him comfort and love and Grayson knew he didn't have to hide everything, he could talk to someone. Now with her death, Bruce was a wreck like never before. Grayson could remember the phone call he got from Alfred and Dick immediately hurried from Bludhaven to Gotham. He remembered seeing Bruce, just so heartbroken and sad that the woman he loved was gone. It reminded him of his parents death, how they died right in front of him in cold blood but this time was more brutal. Each member of the Wayne Family was important to Dick Grasyon and now that they are gone..he knew what he had to do in his heart. It's what they would do...what his parents would want him to do...be the rock of the family.

Ever since their deaths, Dick has been there for Bruce and Alfred, while he made some preparations for everything else. Dick was only worried about James and where he was at this point. He knew Bruce and James didn't have the best relationship but Bruce should be there for his son right now. Hailey would want nothing more than her husband and son to work on their issues and make amends right now. His patrolling in Bludhaven was put on hold because his family at this point was important. Taking out his cell phone, Dick called up other members of the Bat Family and those who were closet to one of Gotham's well known families. Putting it close to his ear, he waited for the person to pick up. "Tim it's me. When you get this meet me at the Wayne Manor asap...I have to tell you something" , he said before hanging up and putting his cell phone away.

[Timothy Drake]

The last few days had been some of the most painful for Tim. Not emotionally, he had had much worse days emotionally. But it was physically the worst, because of the Joker. He had lost his right arm escaping the villain, and he now was forced to rely on a prosthetic. A powerful prosthetic with a built in laser, but it was still a prosthetic. It would never replace the feel of true flesh, the feel of a real arm….The phantom pain made it worse, reminding him that he was now a cripple, a man who had lost his right arm and had lost his family years before. What else had happened in the last few days, as he’d missed out on everything that had happened due to his injury and the fact he had blacked out several times due to the loss of blood, and his pain.

Picking up his phone when it began to ring, Tim just said, almost robotically “I’ll be there soon.” Hanging up, he grabbed his jacket, and put it on. But, he pulled on a full arm glove to cover his arm for now. Yes, it did look a bit bulky, but it would be best to hide it from Dick and Bruce for now. How could he admit the Joker had done this to him? Walking out of the apartment to his bike, he got on it, revved it, and sped off towards the manor. He had gone back to his apartment in Gotham for the night, but now he would be going back to the manor. It took him only 15 minutes to get there, and he got off the bike and walked up. His right arm was still hidden, he just hoped Dick wouldn't ask immediately.

(sorry it’s a bit short)

[Dick Grayson]

Grieving privately, tears flow from Dick’s face as half of his family was gone. Why the hell did they have to go out like that? If anything, maybe Dick would of sacrificed his life and died instead. But what about Barbara? She would have lost it and been depressed that her boyfriend was gone, never coming back. As a hero/superhero, you would do anything to save others but was it really worth it? Dick may not have been related biologically but at the same time felt right at home with the other members of the Bat Family. The one thing that Dick had was fun, just being himself when he became Nightwing. He wasn’t cold heartened like Bruce was because there was no need to go that route. Dick could only imagine what Bruce would do next as The Batman. Grayson hopes that Bruce wouldn’t go over the line when it came to the rules.

With a tissue in hand, Dick wiped his tears away before he heard someone clear his throat. Dick looks up and it’s Alfred. “I am sorry to disturb you Master Grayson but Master Drake is here to see you”, Alfred said as Dick nodded his head. “Thank you Alfred. Please tell him that I am here in the living room”, he told the older man as Alfred nods and leaves the room. Dick could not be a broken mess when seeing Tim because right away Drake would see things weren’t the same. When Time came into the room, Dick saw him and motioned for his adoptive brother to take a seat. “I think you should sit down for this Tim…something happened…and you have a right to know”, he told Tim as he cleared his throat and waited for Time to sit down so he could get it over with.