Dick,Jason,Tim and Damian were in the library, laughing. They were looking through an old picture book of Bruce when he was little. When all of a sudden Tim got a phone call, and he answered it without even looking at the caller ID.

"Hello" Tim said happily.

"Is this Timothy Drake"

Tim's smiled faded and a blank, emotionless look replaced the happiness.

"Yes who is this" he said cautiously.

"I'm a nurse at Gotham General and we regret to inform you that your father passed away earlier this morning. We are very sorry for your lost and we were wondering id you'd like to see your father one last time"

"No, no thank you" Tim responded holding back tears "thanks for informing me goodbye"

"Goodbye "

Tim hung up and just stood there slightly trembling. They heard a phone ring and Alfred calling for Bruce saying someone wanted to talk to him.

Dick "Timmy"

Jason "Babybird"

Damian "Drake"

That's when Bruce walked in and looked at Tim with pity "I'm assuming you got the call" Tim nodded lip slightly trembling.

Bruce gently walked Tim out the room with a hand on his back. Bruce walked the still trembling kid to his (Bruce) room. Bruce moved back the comforter and picked up his son. Bruce laid Tim onto the bed,walked around to the other side of the bed, and crawled in next to him. Bruce wrapped an arm Tim's chest pulling him closer. Tim's back is against Bruce's chest as Bruce soothes him by playing with the teens hair with his free hand and whispering soothing words to the boy.

That's when the dam breaks and Tim starts crying hard but quiet. Bruce turns Tim around and puts his (Tim) head in between his (Tim) legs and soothingly whispers "it's ok Tim, you're ok, you're safe, just breathe" Tim shakes his head no he can't breathe he just can't. Bruce rubs the boys neck-back soothingly "breathe". Bruce reached for the sedative and little alcohol wipe in the first aid kit in his nightstand. Bruce moved his hand from his sons back and lifted his t-shirt sleeve up a little bit and cleaned the area. He injected the syringe and put a small circle band aid. Bruce threw away the items used in the trash can next to the bed and leaned the boy into his chest covering both of them with the comforter. Bruce hugged Tim as he (Tim) sighed finally calming down.

"Why does everyone have to die, it's not fair" Tim mumbled drifting off to sleep.

"Because if they didn't things wouldn't be like they are now, if my parents didn't die I probably wouldn't have met Dick or Jay or you or Damian. I probably wouldn't even become Batman" Bruce said.

"Please don't die on me again, I wouldn't be able to handle it" Tim said.

"How's you handle it the first time" Bruce said.

"I didn't"