Hey, readers!

The song used in this is 'Welcome to my Life' by Simple Plan. If you have any questions or comments or ideas, feel free to pm me/review!

-Wrendragongirl


Do you ever feel like breaking down?

Do you ever feel out of place,

Like somehow you just don't belong

And no one understands you?

Tim followed his parents like a lost puppy, fake-smiling like his parents wanted him too. He hated these parties. There were no other kids he could talk to, and the adults were gossipy and stupid. He calculated an eighty-two percent chance that some simple, amateur robbers could show up and no one would think about self-defense.

Do you ever wanna run away?

Do you lock yourself in your room

With the radio on turned up so loud

That no one hears you're screaming?

He felt so useless, like a loose string, at these parties. If only he had been left at home, then he might have been able to get out and stalk batman some more. Or maybe scream into his pillow. Tim was being slowly strangled to death by this act. He pretended to be a sweet and innocent kid, all smiles and fun. But his parents were killing him a little bit at a time.

No, you don't know what it's like

When nothing feels all right

You don't know what it's like

To be like me

He was crumbling at the edges. The nine year olds ribs still hurt where his father had hit him yesterday, and the blisters on his hands burned from cleaning the house last week. Tim was less of a child and more of a slave to his parents.

To be hurt

To feel lost

To be left out in the dark

To be kicked when you're down

To feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down

And no one's there to save you

Breaking. That was a word he could use to describe this. He was being pulled apart at the seams. But the thing was, Tim couldn't defy them. He couldn't disagree with them, because he had been taught his whole life that this is what kids do. And his intelligence told him it was wrong and he should run away, but he couldn't. He was confused.

No, you don't know what it's like

Welcome to my life

No one knew that behind that sweet, quiet exterior was a boy in so much pain and turmoil. Tim was too good of an actor.

Do you wanna be somebody else?

Are you sick of feeling so left out?

Are you desperate to find something more

Before your life is over?

He wanted to scream, to cry, to anything as long as it got him away from this stupid disguise. But he couldn't. All he could do was yawn politely.

Are you stuck inside a world you hate?

Are you sick of everyone around?

With their big fake smiles and stupid lies

While deep inside you're bleeding

His palm was still wet from two days ago when he was cut by his father. In public his parents acted like parents, and it made him sick. Maybe he would be sick.

No, you don't know what it's like

When nothing feels all right

You don't know what it's like

To be like me

'GET ME OUT OF HERE!' the child on the surface of his mind shouted.

'It's time to go' intelligence agreed. So Tim ran away from his parents.

To be hurt

To feel lost

To be left out in the dark

To be kicked when you're down

To feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down

And no one's there to save you

Now he really was lost. The street was dark and dirty, and the clothes he wore were caked with dust and dirt. The child in him wanted to cry. The intelligence said 'So this is what its like to be an adult'. He was pretty sure the cuts up and down his arms were infected. There was no one to save him now.

No you don't know what it's like

Welcome to my life

This was Tim's life now.

No one ever lied straight to your face

And no one ever stabbed you in the back

You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay

He sniffled. Like a dream, the hero he idolized appeared on the rooftop. He was saying something. Batman was talking to him.

Tim mumbled something in reply, and Batman picked him up and cradled him to his chest. He was warm, and smelled comfortingly of cinnamon. Who would have thought.

Everybody always gave you what you wanted

You never had to work it was always there

You don't know what it's like, what it's like

That's what Jason yelled at him. Jason didn't know anything, though. Tim had to work harder than anyone.

To be hurt

To feel lost

To be left out in the dark

To be kicked when you're down

To feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down

And no one's there to save you

No, you don't know what it's like (What it's like)

But they all knew. They all sympathized. If only the press would, too.

To be hurt

To feel lost

To be left out in the dark

To be kicked when you're down

To feel like you've been pushed around

To be on the edge of breaking down

And no one's there to save you

But now Tim had someone to save him. When his parents tried to take him back, Bruce saved him.

No, you don't know what it's like

Welcome to my life

Welcome to my life

Welcome to my life

But they did understand. And they welcomed Tim to theirs.