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All right, the final chapter of this story. Thanks to all those who were so loyal and read this to the end. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Tim stared out to this ocean, smelling the breeze. He was standing outside Mt. Justice, it had been a month since he had returned home. So much had already happened, it took Bruce a long time convincing to let him back on the team, and even a longer time for Dick. But in the end, they gave in, both realized that taking Robin away from Tim would only hurt him more than help him.

(Flashback)

As soon as he opened his eyes, he was welcome with the sight of the Batcave's ceiling. He blinked few times to make sure that it was real, and he was not disappointed. He immediately sat up to observe the rest of his surroundings.

"Tim?"

Tim turned his head at the familiar voice and was welcomed with the sight of his oldest brother. He had a disheveled look about him; his hair was mussy, his eyes had dark rings, and it looked like he hadn't shaved in at least a week.

"Dick!" Tim wasted no time in throwing his arms around his brother's neck and burying his face into it. Tears of relief started rolling down his cheeks.

"Timmy." Dick held Tim in his tightest grip, tears of his own falling down. "I was so worried, I never stopped looking, not once."

"I missed you so much." Tim sobbed.

"I missed you too," Dick said, tightening his grip and rubbing his head, "Believe me I missed you too."

"Tim."

Tim looked up to see his father standing right behind them.

"Bruce." Tim gave Bruce the same welcome he gave Dick, wrapping his arms around his middle. Bruce returned the hug wrapping his arms around Tim's shoulders.

(1 week later)

"Everything seems to be fine" Leslie said, writing on her clipboard. "In fact better than ever."

She proceeded to take off the various wires and needles from Tim's arms. She had been doing a final evaluation of his health. She was surprised by the lack of injuries on Tim's person. Since he had been missing for over two months she was expecting to see some fractured bones, malnutrition or at the very least some scars or bruises.

Tim had never been in better shape, his blood pressure was normal, and there was no sign of any fractures on his bones. It surprised her to say the least.

"Alright then, why don't you two go upstairs while I talk to Bruce." Leslie said with a smile.

Dick helped Tim get off of the bed, he gave Bruce a sideways glance, silently asking to be filled in later to which Bruce nodded his asent.

He then turned back to leslie and crossed his arms. "What's the real damage."

"That's just it Bruce." Leslie said, "There is no damage to his body. I've looked at his blood, his x-rays, and scans. There's not a single trace of lasting damage whatsoever. If I didn't know any better I would say with confidence that he was never abducted."

"You and I both know that isn't true." Bruce snapped, "He was held by the Joker for God's sake."

"Can you actually confirm that?" Leslie asked. "I mean the Joker hasn't been sighted since his escape from solitary."

"That's because he's dead." Bruce said bluntly.

Leslie's eyes widened in surprise. "Did you-"

"Of course not." Bruce said, "That's a line we don't cross."

"How did he die?" Leslie asked.

Bruce sighed. "We don't know, his body was so badly burned that all trace evidence of his murder is gone. There was nothing left but a charred skeleton. The only clue we have is that part of his skull had broken off. The only person who knows the entire story is Tim, and Dick has been especially protective of him."

"Have you talked to him about what's happened?" Leslie asked.

"That's just it." Bruce said, "He doesn't remember."

"That's not uncommon." Leslie said, "Whenever the body goes through a traumatic experience, the mind often represses the memories as a defense mechanism.:

"No I mean he literally can't remember." Bruce said, "I had J'onn come to do a scan to his mind and the six weeks during his captivity are a complete blank. It's as if his memory had been erased."

"That's not possible." Leslie said, "Bruce as open-minded as I am, memories can't simply be erased."

"I know," Bruce said, "But J'onn worked with Tim for 36 hours and he found nothing."

"What does Tim say?" Leslie said.

Bruce had a moment of silence. "He hasn't been talking. We don't have the whole story yet."

Leslie sighed. "Bruce I understand that with your line of work, it can be...difficult, but Tim cannot keep this to himself. It will do him more harm than good.

"I understand that Leslie," Bruce said, "But how can i ask him to relive the worst time of his life?"

"He has to talk about it Bruce." Leslie said, "Otherwise his healing process will never be complete."

(Scene 2)

"Tim we neeed to talk about what happened." Bruce stated.

"Bruce." Dick started in a warning tone.

"We need the truth Dick." Bruce said, "It's already been a week and who knows what Tim has already forgotten."

"You got Manhunter to scan his mind and he couldn't find anything." Dick said.

"Exactly." Bruce stated. "He couldn't find ANYTHING. That right there sets off red flags. There's more to the story and only Tim can tell us."

"He's been through enough." Dick growled. "You cannot possibly-"

"I can still hear you know."

Both swiveled around to find Tim standing behind them.

"Honestly I'm surprised that it took you so long." Tim said, "I figured you would've grilled me the second I opened my eyes."

"We were giving you time to heal." Dick said.

"It's ok, Dick." Tim said. "I understand."

That was the problem. Tim ALWAYS understood. Growing up he never really got the chance to be a real kid. His parents were always off on business trips, and would often leave Tim alone with the maids and butlers. Tim was always like a mini-adult; did his homework, got good grades, never caused trouble. Until the day his parents had the accident. His mother had died on impact and his father was still in a coma. Luckily for him, Bruce and Jack Drake were old college buddies, so Bruce took him in. It took them almost a year to finally crack his shell.

"What happened that day Tim." Bruce asked.

"I really don't remember anything." Tim said, "My capture is a complete blank, it's like those six weeks of my life disappeared."

"What do you remember?" Dick asked.

"Jason." Tim said.

Both men's eyes widened in shock.

"What are you talking about?" Bruce said in tight voice.

"Jason saved me." Tim said. "The only thing I remember in those two months is Jason. He told me that I had been captured by the Joker and that he found me and got me out of there."

"Jason saved you?" Bruce asked barely masking the surprise in his voice.

Tim nodded. "He made sure that I was safe. He...he took me to Ra's Al Ghul's palace and-"

"He did what!" Dick roared out.

"He said that they were the only ones who could help me." Tim explained quickly.

"I swear to God I am going to-

"He protected me!" Tim yelled out. "He never left my side once and he made sure they never laid their hands on me!"

"Tim you know-" Bruce began.

"What I know is this!" Tim interrupted again, "I know that Jason died six years ago. I know that as soon as he found out I existed he was angry and hurt, and I know that he's done a lot of bad things since he came back. But when I woke up that day, with no idea of how or why I was there Jason was there. Whenever I got scared, he calmed me down, and whenever I felt threatened he protected me. And when he had the chance to take me away or let me go back to you guys he let me come back."

Both men stood in silence during Tim's rant.

"I'm not asking you guys to ignore the crimes he's committed." Tim said, "All I'm asking is that you remember he's still a member of this family."

(Scene 3)

Jason had just scared off some local dealers. He did have any need to kill any of them...today.

"What do you want?" Jason asked, not bothering to turn around.

Dick jumped from his hiding spot. "Tim told us everything."

"That so?" Jason said carelessly putting his gun away.

"Why?" Dick asked. "Why would you save him?"

"If you really believe that I would leave the kid in the Joker's clutches then you really are a shitty brother." Jason snapped, making Nightwing flinch.

"You've never really given us a chance to believe otherwise Jay." Dick said, using Jason's nickname, making Jason throw a knife in his direction.

"Don't you ever call me that." He stressed with each word. "You lost that right a long time ago."

"I know." Dick said. "You have no idea how sorry I am for that."

"A fat lot of good that does either one of us." Jason snapped.

Dick knew that this conversation was getting nowhere, so he decided to change the subject. "What happened to the Joker?"

Jason's body stiffened when he heard the name. "What the hell does that matter?"

"He's dead."

"I know, and I'm not sorry for it." Jason said.

"Did you do it?" Dick asked.

Jason debated for a moment, trying to decide if he should tell Dick the truth. But he knew that in the end, it was better he didn't know. He knew that both Bruce and Dick would look at Tim differently, not conciously but the doubt would still be there.

"Like I told the kid," Jason said, "He's taken care of."

"Thank you."

Jason turned to Dick, surprised by the words that came out of his mouth, but Dick was serious.

"I'm not going to pretend that I approve," Dick said, "And honestly I don't know if I would've done the same. All I know is that those six weeks I was away from Tim were Hell to me. Literal Hell. So, I don't care what you did, all I care about is the fact that Tim's safe. So, Thank you. For everything."

"I didn't do it for you." Jason said.

"I know." Dick said, "But thanks anyway."

For a moment there was silence between them. Finally Jason spoke.

"How is he?" Jason asked.

"Holding up." Dick said. "He's back with the team."

"I'm surprised." Jason said, "I figured you guys would have locked him and thrown away the key."

"Wouldn't have done us much good." Dick replied, folding his arms. "He would have carried on with the work with or without us. At least this way we can keep an eye on him."

"Right because you did such a great job the first time."

"That won't happen again." Dick said with great conviction.

"Damn right it won't." Jason said, grabbing a grappling hook, "Tell him I said hi."

With that he took off into the night, vanishing without a trace. Like a true Bat.

Despite himself Dick smiled. He wasn't sure what he had hoped to accomplish by confronting Jason, and it didn't seem like anything had changed. Yet he couldn't help smiling as he walked away.

Things were good.

(End)

"Robin?"

Tim turned to find Conner walking towards him.

"What's up Kon?" Tim asked.

"We just got a new mission." Conner said, "Bialya, we're supposed to do a follow-up with Queen Bee's status, and Red Arrow's supposed to meet us there."

"Guess we should get going." Tim said, "Race you there!"

Conner rolled his eyes fondly, but followed pursuit grateful to hear the all-too familiar cackle echo throughout the air.

Yes, things were good.

That's all folks. and yes...This IS the actual last chapter!