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Timmy woke up coughing. His body felt achy, and he couldn't quite seem to get enough air. It was going to be an awful day at school he realized, and then reached over to turn off his alarm. Only his alarm wasn't there. And he wasn't in his bed. And he wasn't in his room or his own pj's. Tim's eyes darted around the room. Where was he? What was going on? Slowly Timmy backed up toward the headboard of the large queen sized bed, suddenly feeling very small. There were three doors branching off from the room he was in, and heavily draped windows. The sheets he was lying on were soft and smooth, and the blanket was a cheerful red. Timmy gently ran a hand over the softness; it was then that he heard the voices.

"Another one? Does this one have black hair and blue eyes too?" This voice sounded like a woman. Timmy backed further away from the door.

"Oddly enough he does. But I think he's very sick, he has had no one caring for him for a while now." This voice was deeper, and Tim thought he vaguely recognized it from somewhere…

"Well lets take a look then." The other voice replied, and then the handle on one of the doors of the room began to turn… Timmy huddled down as small as he could and closed his eyes. They would be so mad they would punish him they would hurt him…

"Timmy?" Tim looked up. Bruce Wayne stood at the end of his bed, and behind him was a pretty, white haired lady. Tim relaxed a little, Mr. Wayne was nice.

"W-where? W-what happened?" Tim asked. Bruce sat down on the bed near him, and Tim uncurled a little.

"We're at the manor, remember? You're staying here with us while your parents are away." Timmy nodded, everything coming back to him.

"What time is it?" He asked, his bright blue eyes scanning around the room. Bruce checked his, no doubt expensive, watch.

"10:00. Why?" Timmy squeaked and swung his legs to leap off the bed. In a flash Bruce caught him with one hand, and gently set him back on the bed.

"Easy there chum, where do you think you're going?" Tim looked at him in surprise.

"School! I'm late, and I shoul-" Timmy's frantic babbling turned into an ugly wet cough. The woman frowned and walked over. She took out a stethoscope and gently placed it on Tim's small back. Frowning deeper, she moved it to another position. Tim's coughing slowly died down, and he slumped, exhausted. Bruce gently rubbed his back, brows knit is concern.

"Timmy, this is Dr. Leslie Thomkins, you had a fever last night and we wanted to get it looked at, just to make sure its not something serious." Timmy nodded, exhaustion of being sick catching up to him. Bruce smiled sadly at the child, and gently arranged him more comfortably on the bed. Leslie smiled at them both. Timmy was so tiny! Probably from malnourishment.

"Okay sweetie, we're just going to do a quick check-up, okay?" Timmy nodded, biting his lip. Soon the worst was over however, and Bruce stepped out into the hall with Leslie, leaving Timmy cuddled up on the bed.

"Well?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck. It seemed to be something of a family trait. Leslie smiled. It was rare she saw the Batman this nervous, and it was only when he was Bruce Wayne and only when his sons were involved. Who knew little Timmy would fit in so quickly.

"I believe Tim has the beginnings of pneumonia, I'm going to put him on some anitbiotics." Bruce nodded.

"Anything else?"

"I can't say for sure without further tests, but its pretty safe to say that Timmy's immune system is underdeveloped." Bruce's brow furrowed. "Its most likely due to the obvious neglect the boy has been receiving." Bruce nodded, his eyes serious.

"All in all Bruce, give him lots of fluids and make sure he eats hearty and well. Make sure he stays warm and sleeps well. He seems very sweet." Leslie smiled and Bruce started walking her to the door. "You seem very protective of him, did something happen?" Leslie questioned. Bruce shook his head ruefully.

"It might be nothing, but the other night on patrol I saw a young boy peeking at us over the lip of a building. I couldn't see his face, but his height and weight were the same as Timmy's." Leslie laughed.

"Looks like you have an admirer, don't let it go to your head Bruce." Bruce frowned and didn't smile back.

"This is serious! He was miles from his house and it was two o'clock in the morning! That's not healthy." Leslie nodded sadly.

"Yes well, he hasn't had any one to look out for him. And it what you told me about the bullying is true, its probably safe to say this isn't Timmy's first rodeo when taking care of himself. I imagine Jason relates quite a bit, and that's probably why they get along so well." Bruce nodded.

"I had thought of that. Timmy's a good influence on Jason, and I hope Jason can get Timmy out of his shell more. As for Dick, he's thrilled that he has another little brother to smother." They stopped at the front door, and Leslie put a hand on Bruce's arm.

"And it will be good for you to have another non-vigilante in the house. I think Timmy will fit right in." Bruce nodded.

"Thank you Leslie. I think so too." Leslie walked out into the weather. It was rapidly growing colder, and Leslie hurried to her car pulled at the curb. Bruce went back into the house and shut the door. After all… He couldn't leave Timmy waiting.