Fallen Bird

Tim was new to Wayne Manor, his parents missing and presumed dead. He was grateful to Mr. Wayne, Bruce but he just felt out-of-place in the big dark Manor. Tim knew about the Batcave, he wasn't an idiot. He just had to make sure he didn't get lost.

"Once again, empty." Tim checked off another room on his map. He really didn't get what the point of having empty locked rooms were…eh, millionaires are said to be eccentric.

"Remember that dinner is at 8:00, Master Timothy!" Alfred called.

"Kay Alfred, if I'm not there at 8:05 send a search party for me!" Tim grinned jokingly, checking off another empty room. Master Timothy…he would never get use to that name. Tim pulled a skeleton key out of his pocket unlocking door after door,

"Empty, ugh, whats the point of having so many rooms anyway?" Tim mumbled to himself. He was far off from wherever Alfred was, and Bruce was "out".

Tim walked to a far off room unlocking it…"Huh? Come on, work you stupid key." He fidgeted tugging on the knob harder. He slumped against the wall facing the room.

"Could this get anymore bor…" CREAK

Tim stared back at the room, the door had opened…by itself? He stood up, slowly entering the room,

"Definitely, not empty…" Tim mumbled putting the map down on a nightstand. It looked like a bedroom, he snatched a picture off the wall…

"Jason…" He said quietly. Tim had heard of the boy. He frowned, he had also heard he died. Tim was only two years younger than the fifteen year old in the photo. He attached it back to the wall, finding a box on the bed.

"I shouldn't…" he bit his lip, Tim was sure the kid wouldn't mind him looking through some of his stuff. He sat on the bed, beginning to pull out an item from it.

CRASH!

Tim gasped, accidentally dropping the box, staring at a now broken lamp that was on the other side of the room. He rose from the bed examining the shattered remains of the lamp.

"How did..?" Tim shook his head reaching back for the map he had placed on the nightstand.

"Huh..?" It wasn't there. He turned around to see it on the windowsill and really could this get anymore horror movie cliché? Heart racing he went to go retrieve it. He swallowed his heart back down and snatched the map, eyes widening at the words written on it in red ink.

Turn Around.

Tim froze, then quickly spun around running for the door, his eyes tightly shut.

SLAM!

"Owww!" Tim moaned slumping to the ground and holding his head. His attention snapped back to the door, it was closed. He shot back up pulling on the knob as hard as he could but it wouldn't budge. His mind suddenly froze as he saw the same red words now written on the door.

Turn Around!

Tim swallowed, nails digging into his hand, hesitantly turning around. And if it was even possible his skin went paler than the time he watched the Saw movie alone.

"Hello Tim, my names Jason Todd…"

To Be Continued…