I'm doing a series of one-shots about AUs. If anyone wants me to continue an idea, or has any prompts/suggestions, please review.Tim Drake=meta technopath

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Tim's POV

Tim was exhausted. Between patrol, Teen Titans, school, homework, studying, and training, all of his energy from the last time he had slept (four days ago, in case you were wondering). He walked into his room, sore from the bruising he had gotten on patrol, and collapsed on his bed. As the continuous, dull hum from the technology around him softly lulled him, Tim fell into sleep. He felt his control slip and he fell into the virtual world.

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Bruce's POV Next Morning

Bruce couldn't help but worry about Tim. He knew his son had been stressed, and pushing himself very hard on very little sleep and little food. Computers seemed to be the only thing that could relax him, but he always seemed tense when there was a lot of technology. Today was odd though. Tim was usually the first one up, but now everybody was awake… but Tim. Bruce knocked on the bedroom door. "Tim? Tim, are you awake?" When he received no answer, he entered Tim's room.

Tim was sprawled on his bed, whispering something under his breath that, as Bruce got closer, he realized was computer code. "Shut down. Power-up in progress. Standby, standby, standby. Error, power-on failed: energy too low to power-up. Charging. Charging."

"Tim?" Bruce shook Tim's shoulder. Tim's only response was to repeat the mantra slightly louder. "Tim, wake up." Panic started to rise when Tim still didn't respond, only speaking louder. "Alfred!" Bruce panicked, his son wasn't waking up.

Alfred quickly walked through the door. "Master Bruce?"

"H-he won't wake up. He just keeps repeating that."

The kind butler walked quickly over and, realizing what Tim was saying, said "Master Bruce, bring me a syringe if you would, and then check the computer downstairs for voltage and when the files were updated." He put a hand on Tim's forehead feeling for a fever.

Bruce did what his father-figure said, bringing the syringe to Alfred, then checking the batcomputer. The voltage was much lower than usual. A soft click made him spin around, but he relaxed when he saw that Alfred had just turned on a microscope, looking at the blood sample from Tim. "Find anything?" Bruce asked as Alfred stood up from the microscope.

"Have you asked Master Tim about any metahuman or unusual abilities, Master Bruce?" Alfred looked at Bruce, who looked puzzled.

"No, why?"

"I believe I found the metahuman gene in his blood, Master Bruce." Alfred stepped away from the microscope.

"Why didn't he tell me?" Bruce said, shocked after seeing it for himself.

"Only he can tell us."

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Tim's POV A few Hours Later

Tim opened his eyes, still feeling drowsy after his recharge, and looked over at his clock. "3:00! Shit!" He started to get up, only to get hit by a dizzy spell and collapse.

"Tim?" Bruce ran in. "Thank God you're awake!"" He ran over to Tim and gathered him in a hug.

"Bruce? W-what happened?" Tim groggily asked.

"You wouldn't wake up, no matter what we tried. You were talking in your sleep too. You kept saying something about charging, power-on, standby and error." Bruce saw something flit across Tim's face before a mask of confusion covered it. "Tim, you knew you have powers, didn't you?"

A flash of panic, then guilt as he curled up in a ball "Yes. I'm sorry, but yes. P-please d-don't kick me out of Gotham. I don't have anywhere else to go!" Tim was trembling as a tear ran down his face and he looked down and to the left.

"Tim, I would never kick you out. Why would you think that?" Bruce looked shocked.

"N-no powers in Gotham. One of the first things you taught me."

"Oh, Tim." Bruce hugged Tim close. "I won't kick people with powers out of the city if they live here, just, I prefer if they don't use powers, obviously, to fight crime."

When Tim finally calmed down he said "I-I'm a technopath. That's why I'm good with computers. My mind can go into any network, computer, phone, any technology or signal, really. It's also why I didn't wake up this morning. When I fall asleep, I can take power from technology and convert it to the energy I need. This week has just been exhausting. I was running on reserve energy, so I stayed in the virtual world and recharged." He smiled and looked at Bruce "On the bright side, the Bradely, Linn, and Shaiy murder cases are complete, Freeze is tracked down, Catwoman's next hit is predicted, and the batcomputer's security is updated." They both started laughing.