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Tim trailed behind Bruce.

They walked around the new town looking at all the sights and sounds. Well, Bruce was looking. Tim was hungry. Starving really. Yet, Bruce didn't seem to notice that his last son's stomach was growling restlessly for food.

As they walked, the seventeen-year-old looked up at the back of his adoptive father sadly. The man had been in a very bad mood for the past week. Well, bad mood would be putting it lightly. The man was livid with his children. Bruce Wayne had found four children, and three of them had turned against their father and left suddenly. Only one had stayed loyal.

That was Tim.

Tim had always been the one to stick with Bruce through thick and thin.

As they walked, Tim looked down again. His stomach hurt badly. He needed to feed, and feed soon. Picking up his pace, Tim came to walk right next to Bruce, looking up at him. Being small for his age made it harder to look up at the large man.

When Bruce looked down at him, still looking angry, he growled out, "What?"

"I'm hungry," Tim said simply, before looking down at the ground. "I really am, Bruce..."

Bruce's features softened as he sighed. "Let's find something to eat... Tim?"

"Yes, Bruce?"

"I'm sorry about snapping at you."

"It's all right." Tim put his hand on Bruce's arm. "I know you're still upset. It's all right if you get mad at me, I understand."

Bruce smiled a bit. Tim was always ready to take a bullet for him. "No, I shouldn't do that. How about we head over to the movies? We might find something good to eat there."

With a smile, Tim nodded. "All right."

Oh, they looked so good.

Tim licked his lips as he watched a young couple in front of them. Their blood smelled so good, even if it was hidden under their skin. Looking up at Bruce, he smiled when the man nodded. Getting up as the theater started to fill, he made his way over and sat next to the man. Bruce followed, taking a seat next to the woman.

The young couple laughed, talked, and told jokes to each other when the movie started. As the movie continued, Tim tried to control his hunger, but his stomach growled angrily at him. Leaning over, he looked at Bruce, who nodded.

Bruce started to flirt with the woman. When she looked at Bruce, Tim leaned his head against the man's shoulder. When the man looked at him, Tim widened his eyes to capture the man's gaze. It only took a few minutes to hypnotize the man. Slowly the man looked at the screen. Tim leaned closer, opening his mouth, his fangs poking out before he sunk them into the main vein on the man's neck.

Drinking the blood slowly, Tim sighed as the hot blood ran down his throat. It was delicious. Tim curled closer to man so nothing would look suspicious. The man's head lolled to the side but Tim just shifted so he could eat. He continued until he was full. Pulling back a little, Tim licked the puncture holes until they closed.

Sitting back, Tim smiled lazily as he licked the last of the blood off his lips. Looking over, he saw Bruce shifting the woman onto the man's shoulder, clearly done with his meal. Bruce looked at him before getting up to leave.

A few minutes later Tim got up to follow. It was what they did when eating at public places like this. One would leave, then the other would follow. He found Bruce standing outside, his arms folded, waiting for Tim.

Half dazed with fullness, Tim followed Bruce as they headed back to their hotel. He manged to keep his vision straight until they made it back. Tim couldn't even take off his clothes and change because he was too stuffed, too tired, too everything, so he curled up on his bed and fell asleep.

Hours later, he woke up to find it was almost morning. Looking down, he was dressed in a long nightshirt and was back at the manor. Stretching, he looked over at the windows. They were closed, of course, the curtains nailed shut.

Slipping out of bed, Tim made his way past the empty bedrooms that used to belong to his brothers until he reached Bruce's room. The movie they had seen had been funny. It had been about a vampire. Still, they had missed the end while they were feeding.

Opening the door to the Master Bedroom, Tim walked in before closing it. Walking over to the bed, he climbed in before curling up against his father. He started to fall asleep as a strong arm draped over him. Before he could fall asleep completely, his eyes landed on the calender.

March 4th, 1985.

The humans were closing in on him.

They had gotten smart in the last hundred years. Hunting down his kind had become easier and easier. He ran down the streets, trying to get away from the humans after him. Of course he hadn't meant to, but he was so hungry. He hadn't eaten in two weeks.

Dick thought he had been careful. He thought no one had seen or tracked him down, but he was proven wrong when the police showed up. He had been wearing a disguise, so they had recognized him as Dick Grayson, a police officer like them.

Gasping as he ran, Dick cursed himself. What had he been thinking?! He had eaten until his stomach hurt and that had slowed him down. Being full made their senses dull. Once their kind ate, they were supposed to rest until they could move again.

Stupid!

That was stupid!

Still running, Dick stumbled as he broke into a shop before looking for a way out. He was an idiot. Doing this could get him killed. It was what had gotten Damian killed. Poor Damian had died about twenty years ago when he had been dumb enough to stand up to the humans when he was injured. He'd believed that he could withstand anything.

Being hotheaded had ended his life.

And it was going to end Dick's too.

Once he broke out of the shop, he ran down a road blindly. All he could think of was running as fast and as far away as he could. Away from them. Dick wasn't sure where he ran or for how long or how far, but he came to a house. It was huge, and it stood proudly in Blüdhaven.

A garage door was closing. Without a second thought, he dove in, hiding in the shadows. He could hear the police cars wailing as they drove by. Once they faded, he decided he was going to find a place to sleep in the house and leave as soon as possible.

The only problem was that after all the running he had done, the fear of being caught had made him hungry again. Deciding that it would be too dangerous to feed again, he went up the stairs, looking for the kitchen. Maybe they had a steak or something raw he could eat.

Once he found the kitchen, he made his way carefully to the fridge.

What he found shocked him.

Inside were bags of blood.

All kinds.

Dick's mouth watered and he grabbed at one greedily, his eyes stinging with tears. A vampire who was only drinking blood once or twice a month was starving away. Without a second thought, Dick sunk his teeth into the bag, trying to down the cold blood. Cold blood tasted disgusting, but at the moment he was starving and it was the best thing he had ever eaten. He let the salty tears fall as he shook.

Another and another bag followed, until the disgusting taste started to fill his mouth and nose. How had it gotten to this? A vampire eating like a worm? As he sniffled, Dick sucked harder on the bag when the lights flicked on.

"Well, isn't this a surprise," a deep voice said, making him freeze.

"Ugh, he smells like the dead," a second voice said, almost as if the other was holding his breath.

Dick looked at them in shook. He must have looked pathetic, judging by the way they were looking at him. After all, his clothes were torn, covered in dirt, sweat, and blood from the bags he was tearing into. His face also had dirt on it and blood was smeared on his lips, chin and neck.

Shakily, Dick looked at the man. "Bruce..."

Bruce scowled at him before turning away. "Get that thing out of my house, Tim."

Nodding, Tim stepped forward.

Dick whimpered, backing away, looking at the man who was leaving. "Please, Bruce! They'll catch me!"

Tim grabbed Dick's arm and started to pull him towards the door.

Panicked, Dick cried out again. "Please, Bruce, they'll kill me!"

"Hey, Bruce?" Tim called out, only his voice was calm. "Would the police find out who we are if they find Dick?"

Bruce paused before growling out, "Clean him up, but tomorrow night, throw him out!"

"All right." Tim let go of Dick. "The showers are upstairs to the right. Towels are in there. I'll get you something to wear."

Shaking, Dick watched as Tim washed his hands before following Bruce. On legs that could fall at any second, he made his way up the stairs, trying to control his breathing. If he hurried, maybe he could leave before Bruce found a way to keep him again.

Dick had escaped once. He could do it again.

Tim watched as Bruce stormed around his study.

The vampire was clearly angry about the sudden reappearance of his oldest son. That much was clear. They had heard the water turn on a few minutes ago. Bruce grabbed a bottle of wine before flinging it across the room, breaking it.

He hated losing control. It was one thing he couldn't stand. Breathing in deep breaths, he looked down as Tim came to curl against his side. Wrapping an arm around his son, Bruce started to calm down. Tim always had a way of making him think straight.

"Bruce, is Dick coming back to the family?"

Growling, Bruce rubbed his face before smirking. "Maybe."

"Would that make you happy?"

"Yes, yes I think it would."

Tim nodded.

Bruce sighed before walking back to the chair in the room, Tim trailing behind him. Sitting down, he sighed, looking up at his son, who smiled at him. Rubbing his son's arms, he sat back to admire his third child. So loyal, so sweet. The perfect child.

"Would you like your brother back, Tim?"

"Yes, Bruce."

Bruce nodded and leaned back as he watched Tim. Those baby blue eyes never held any light to them, even when the boy smiled. But then again, they never had, not after that time Tim had tried to leave. All those years ago his baby had tried to leave him, but if there was one thing Bruce could control it was "Control."

Tim was never going to leave until Bruce said so. He had control over Tim. No spells, no magic to do it either. A few words, here and there—accidents. Tim was never going to leave, and now with the right... persuasion, Dick wasn't going to leave either and maybe...

"Tim, would you like Jason to come home too?"

Tim smiled happily. "Yes, Bruce."

Bruce decided that Dick wasn't going anywhere.

TBC maybe.