Okay so! This is more like me testing the waters with a fic that I'm actually working on. These right here are ideas I just couldn't get rid of and thought, hey, why not make uhhhhh sorta oneshots outta them? And boom ya got these. Dunno how many of them I'll make and I dunno if they're officially 'cannon' so to speak, but I wanted to dabble and here ya go. I hope y'all enjoy it!

Tim

Tim heaved out a sigh of relief when he managed to get all of his latest photos dried. He was lucky that his parents let him have a dark room. Or, well, it was more like they didn't really know he had a dark room, and don't really realize that Tim doesn't go out to get his film developed.

No, the pictures that Tim take are far too precious to be developed in an average store. The ones that he takes are completely private and he fears what one would do if they find them.

(He just can't stop taking the pictures though. Taking pictures give him a purpose. One that just staying at home in a cold mansion doesn't fulfill. He's not a doll, and if running around on rooftops to catch a glimpse of the guardians of this dark city help remind him of that, then he'll run until the end of time.)

So Tim makes his own dark room with the help of books, and the internet, in order to develop his photography.

One by one, Tim oh so carefully takes down the photos.

A stilled flutter of black and yellow.

Right. Robin.

With furrowed brows, Tim took his haul back into his room to look at them properly.

Lately he's come to notice something as he was… bird and bat watching. Robin, the younger of the duo has been acting rather strange. Or at least slightly different.

It's the way that sometimes, almost every other day Tim came to find, his body movements change. They way he fights, enter and exit a crime scene, to the way he holds himself sometimes. It's faint, and subtle, but Tim caught onto it.

And he doesn't know if Batman knows of this change.

Tim would like to think Batman knows, as Batman knows practically everything, but if Batman and Robin doesn't know that Tim has been following them (because they never actually stopped him), then it's possible that Batman doesn't know this change in his partner.

It was kind of a scary thought. Especially if something bad was going on.

(Tim traces the change to be sometime around after July 4th as on July 4th both Batman and Robin were sighted fighting Mr. Freeze during the day at Central Park. So since that was the last sighting within Gotham it had to be between then and four days or so later. It was hard to tell if Robin actually showed up on July 8th, but Tim took note of the change on July 9th.

So much can happen in the span of five days. And Tim doesn't have all the pieces to this puzzle.)

But what could Tim do?

Laying each photo down, Tim took a good look at each of them. They all developed nicely, but Tim knows that he could do better with some of them.

(Some part of Tim thinks that if he couldn't take over his father's business then maybe he could get a job taking photographs of crime scenes. He doesn't really agree or disagree with that part. Although it just might be nothing more than a dream as his father has expressed great interest of him taking over Drake Industries when the time comes.)

Some pictures had both Batman and Robin in them, a few with just Batman, but most of them were mainly Robin.

Robin punching a bad guy, Robin flipping away from a hit. Robin practically flying away. And as Tim looked down the little line he made from the photos, he began to notice something.

Slowly, in each one, Robin began to look… different. A little taller. A little more muscle. The color black taking over the red and yellow, as the cape grew shorter and shorter.

This… Tim didn't remember seeing any of that. And when his fearful eyes gazed down upon the last picture, a demon must've held him captive. After all, what else, besides the Scarecrow's fear toxin of course, could make him feel that way?

There, standing in the dark night illuminated by a building's electrical sign, was not Robin. (Tim was excited when such an opportunity came. When he took the photo he knew that it would be his best one yet.) No, Robin was not there at all. Instead it was a dark knight never before seen, cloaked head to toe with night itself and a large, almost illuminating, red bat struck out from his chest.

There was no Robin, but there was a new Batman in his place.

And Tim grew very, very, afraid for Richard Grayson.