Sequel to Brother Bonding Sometimes Falling. Hope you guys enjoy it and don't forget to see my adopted story Silver Wolf by GreekFreak 101.

A shadow streaked along the grounds of Wayne Manor. It was a week before Christmas and Timothy Drake did not want to be seen by any of the men in the house. He ran to the East side of the manor and counted up a level until he could see his open window, the navy blue curtain fluttered in the wintery air. He reached into his belt and pulled out the grappling gun which he fired up. Once secured he began to climb to his second story window.

Climbing into his room he stretched and let out a sigh of relief, he had made it. Someone cleared there throat and suddenly his bo staff was in his hand for one second then gone in the next. He looked up to find himself face to face with light blue eyes.

"Aah" he shouted taking a step backing and in the process, falling out the still open window. A hand caught his foot and he stayed like that for a few seconds, half in half out, before being yanked back in. a pair of arms caught him then enfolded him in a hug.

"Watch were your going Timmy" a familiar voice said. Tim looked at the face of his capture again to see that it was Dick. He let out a sigh of relief before feeling slightly pissed.

"Well don't scare me like that" he retorted trying to get away.

"Don't be mean Tim" Dick said with a laugh before letting him go. Tim turned around and shoved Dick hard in the chest. The boy let out a yelp before regaining his balance.

"What was that for?" Dick snapped before feeling guilt running straight to his heart. Tim huffed then stormed into the bathroom where he slammed the door. Dick stood in the teen's neat room in silent shock. A memory slowly began to form behind his eyelids.

Flashback

Nightwing walked up to Tim's room and was about to open the door when he heard crying. He placed his ear to the door and listened even though he knew he shouldn't.

"Why?" he heard Tim say through tears "why, why, why, Why, WHY!" he heard Tim scream out and was about to barge in when he heard something that made his spine tingle.

"You are mine" he heard the sweet voice of Poison Ivy.

"No" he heard Tim argue.

"You are mine" Dick couldn't take it. He slammed into the door which was surprisingly locked but gave away with another slam and the door slammed into the wall. Tim looked up from his bed in shock. He had tear tracks running on his face and his eyes were puffy and red. Forgetting what he had heard he just ran over to him and embraced him in a hug. He clinged to me as he sobbed into my black shirt. We stayed like that for a while, only breaking away when Alfred marched into the room.

"Master Dick and Drake I have been- good grief!" the butler gave them a startled look then his gaze softened a bit.

"Oh well when your ready your dinner is down stairs" the old man backed out of the room then was gone. Dick looked down at Tim who gazed up at me in return.

"Want something to eat?" he asked. He thought about it before nodding. Helping him up and shooed him to take a shower first. Once Tim was in he went to his own room to change out of the soggy shirt, not that he mind wearing it to dinner but Alfred would have a fit he can only take so much. Changing into a navy blue shirt this time, suddenly he remembered what he had heard.

End flashback

Dick sighed rubbing his face as he walked down the stairs. His thoughts were muddled then he remembered Canary's warning to him a little while after he had woken up in the medical ward.

"Be careful. There will be lingering side affects from the drug" Canary said checking my pulse rate and the i.v. bag. I frowned at her.

"For how long?" I asked. Canary sighed and turned to look at me.

"I don't know. Could be weeks or even months. Could even be years" she paused "but I highly doubt it to last that long. Either way you need to make sure that you don't say or do anything that may upset him. It will be even easier for him to get mad. Think of it as Conner or Clark" she said patting me on the head before leaving.

He sighed again and slumped onto the couch as Alfred walked in.

"Is something wrong Master Dick?" he asked. Shaking his head he closed his eyes. After a few minutes Alfred left then the front door opened and slammed shut up. Dick's eyes snapped open and found himself face to face with Jason, hands on his hips. He looked pissed.

"What is the meaning of this?" he growled shoving a letter into my face. He scanned it and any worries of Tim were pushed to the back of my mind as Dick burst out laughing. That seemed to piss him off even more. It was a letter saying he would have to move out of his apartment in three days time.

"Dick" he growled.

"Alright" Dick gasped for air "alright. I called the landlord and told him you wanted to move out so we made an agreement and now you only have three days" Dick smiled and leaned back on the couch. Jason cursed under his breath then without warning aimed a punch to Dick's smirked smile when a hand grabbed his wrist. Dick's eyes snapped opened as he watched in awe as Tim had his hand wrapped tightly around Jason wrist which flexed, testing him.

"Let me go" he said his voice dangerously quite. Tim stared him down for a few more seconds and Jason flexed again before Tim let him go. The two had a glaring contest each trying to intimidate the other, which was until Alfred came in.

"What is going on here?" the elderly man asked his arms crossing.

"Nothing" the three boys said together the tension dissolved. Alfred gave them a pointed look and then the three were gone, rushing out the room before they were interrogated. The three went there separate ways, Tim to his room, Jason back out to his apartment to grudgingly move out, and Dick to the Bat cave.

Deep below in the sewers of Gotham a figure in a green robe and hood walked slowly and steady on a path made of woven vines that traveled above the sewage. A pink aura hung around the figure as it continued along the woven path. Heading father into the deeps where most wouldn't dare venture. It held many secrets, like the inhuman thing lurking in its depths.

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