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Chapter Six

"You don't actually need to go in here, you know." Tim tried for the last time to stop Bruce going into the Principal's office.

"You are on your last warning Timothy."

Tim grimaced at his full name. Bruce only used when he was getting angry. They walked along the corridor, Tim hanging his head and falling a step behind at Bruce's intimidating look. Bruce knocked on the door twice and cleared his throat. Tim puffed up his cheeks and sighed letting the air blow in-between his lips.

"Ah, good morning." The Principal frowned and reluctantly shook Bruce's hand, squinting a little from the hold.

"Brett Lawson." Bruce stated. He didn't sound very pleased to be shaking the man's hand either.

"If you would like to come in. Timothy can wait outside." Bruce looked over his shoulder and Tim gave a weak smile. As the two men walked through the door Tim slid into a chair and drummed his fingers on his thigh.

Half an hour later and Tim had fallen asleep from ultimate boredom. He woke up suddenly though when a heavy hand pressed down on his slender shoulder. He blinked a couple of times and looked up to see Bruce glaring down at him. Lips pressed tightly together.

"We're going home." He wrapped a hand around Tim's arm and marched him outside to the car.

"What did he say?" Tim asked looking up at him and trying to pull his arm out from the grasp. Bruce remained silent and after a long pause he said quietly.

"I'm very disappointed in you." They reached the car and Bruce let him go. Tim rubbed his arm with his hand.

"Bruce, I'm sorry." He watched Bruce get in the car and start the engine. Slowly he climbed in the back and bit his lip feeling guilty.

"Nice one, nucklehead! You've got him in the worst mood possible." Dick slapped Tim on the head softly and sat down heavily beside him on the sofa.

"I never even did anything wrong." Tim moaned and sank his head into a cushion.

"That's what they all say." Dick grinned.

"No, I mean it, I . . ." Tim began to explain, but was cut off as Dick shook his head and stood up.

"I'm going out. It's Friday remember. Taking Barbara out, you know just the two of us." Dick stared off into the distance.

"Take me with you." Tim begged.

Dick snorted. "Yeah whatever, kiddo."

"Seriously, please!"

"No way." He began walking away when Tim rolled off the sofa and wrapped his arms around the young man's ankle.

"Get off, you little psycho!" Dick yelped out in surprise.

"Please, don't leave me in here alone."

Dick laughed and started to shake his leg, but Tim held on.

"Things are going to get nasty if you don't let go." Dick tried to be stern, but Tim looked up at him with big puppy dog eyes.

"Ok, ok. I'll take you out." Tim stood up, smiling.

"Go and get your jacket."

"Really?" Tim couldn't believe Dick had actually given in.

"Go now or I'll leave without you."

Tim ran upstairs and dashed into his bedroom, grabbing his denim jacket that had been thrown down on his chair. He ran down stairs, but Dick was nowhere to be seen and the front door was still open. Tim ran to the door and looked out into the night. He squinted his eyes and could just make out Dick waving from the car as he tore out the drive-way.

"Loser!" Tim yelled out to him and turned around, sulking. Slowly he made his way back up to the room and didn't even switch on his light as he threw his jacket down angrily.

"Stupid Dick." He mumbled, although he wasn't sure he meant his name. He ran towards his bed and performed two kartwheels and then a front somersault over the edge of his bed and landing on his feet on his mattress.

"Yeah!" He smiled and clenched his hand into a fist. He fell onto his back and sighed staring up at the ceiling. His head snapped round as his window banged shut. He sat up and watched the curtains swing furiously back and forth. His room was in shadow and he wished he had put his light on.

"Dick?" He asked hesitantly. He stood up on his bed. Suddenly from behind, someone or something grabbed his ankles and pulled him face down on the bed. He tried to yell out for help, Bruce was just down in the kitchen, but he felt something getting tied tightly round his mouth.

"Mmmm!" He tried to yell.

"Shut it!" A deep voice growled from the shadow. Tim turned his head round to see who was behind him and kicked his legs.

"Little Batman's sidekick." It cackled. "Who would have thought that Bruce Wayne was Batman and his little family were Nightwing, Batgirl and little Robin." The joker stepped out into the moonlight flooding in through the window.

"I feel so silly that I hadn't worked it out before now. Well anyway, we need your assistance."

Tim shuddered and tried to swallow the stone of fear stuck in his throat. He jumped up and went to grab the gag off his mouth, but one of joker's men grabbed his arms and lifted him up in the air.

"Bound his hands and carry him out to the van." Joker ordered. Tim kicked backwards and caught the guy holding him where it hurts. The man dropped him and Tim sprinted to the door.

"Get him!" The joker hissed. Three more guys grabbed Tim round his arms and legs, lifting him in the air. The joker turned on some music and it blasted out covering the noises being made in the room. Tim struggled hard to get free, but soon the men had him pinned on the ground and bound his hands together.

"Let's go, boys!" Cackled the Joker. One guy picked up Tim and threw him over his shoulder.

Help me! Tim cried out to Bruce silently.