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It’s been about two weeks and Tim is still on the sideline, he’s been primarily focused being tech support back at the cave during patrol times and missions. It was wired to say the least, Tim never skipped a mission or any chance to get into his Red Robin uniform and kick bad guy ass. But something has changed, he has changed. Stopped going out, unless he forced to by Dick or Alfred. Even on the rare times he was out of the manor Tim was quiet and withdrawn. The only person it didn’t seem to bother was Bruce but him being the emotionally cut off Batman it was a surprise to no one.

Two weeks back is when it all started, everyone was there on the island. Poison Ivy had escaped from Arkham Asylum and fled to the island not far off from Gotham for sanctuary. She hadn’t expected the entire Bat-family to charge in after her, leading them all to be attacked by killer vines and plant monsters. Together, with only the bright moon light to guide their sights, they were safe and strong, but Tim had gone after Ivy alone, taking him further and further into the island’s vast jungle and away from the action happening on the shore line. He followed Ivy’s vines up towards the dormant volcano, running and running across the rocky structure of a waterfall before blam, Tim lost his footing and found himself sliding down an underground tunnel.

When he landed Tim was dazed and confused, looking around he saw he was in what seemed to an underground cave with a dancing blue light further down the walls. Curious, Tim stood and followed, up the stone steps and around a corner Tim was presented by a body of water, a pool of sorts inside the cave. Something was pulling him towards it, a type of mystic interest that consumed Tim’s mind to step closer. He dipped his hand into the water, warm, warmer than it should be if it was connected to the ocean. He looked up to see an open circle in the roof.

He was inside of the volcano.

His chase for poison Ivy was forgotten in favour of the energy that the pool provided as a new light came over him. The full moon projected light down into the cave and made the pool glisten and start to bubble. How exactly – Tim was lost on that but in his confusion a hand pressed against his back and pushed him forward. He landed with a splash, he twisted to see Ivy there laughing. “Try harder next time, boy wonder.” She purred before her vines took her out the same way Tim got in.

In the water Tim was struggling to keep his head above the water as an unknown force drained his energy and pulled him down, bubbles danced around his body as the moon became the centre of attention in the cave, Tim couldn’t help but stare. It was almost… enchanting. Beautiful. Then it was gone, and the last thing Tim could remember was Jason dragging him out of the moonpool before everything went black.

The rest had reportingly re-captured Poison Ivy and she was on her way back to Arkham. But the damage had already been done.

When it started to happen, he was doing his usual morning routine: getting up, brushing his teeth and… taking a shower. It was scary at first, Tim didn't know what or how, it just happened without any warning. The day it all started Tim was completely locked off in the bathroom on the second floor and long into the next morning. It was Dick’s persistent knocking that got him out, but he refused to be touched.

Present day, again he volunteered to stay on the side-line with oracle, Damian had mocked him. This time Dick didn’t even try to coax him into putting on his mask. It hurt Tim, he loved the gig, Red Robin is his life... or was his life. Until he can cure whatever this is anyways. It had to be possible, had to be, he couldn’t live like this. Red Robin couldn’t continue to keep the people of Gotham safe if he like this. No one in the Manor currently knew and Tim had intended to keep it that way until it was sorted with.

Now Tim stood bare in the bathroom, watching as the tub filled with continuous splashing sounds that sent shivers down his spine. This was the worst part of the night, taking a bath. Now Tim wasn’t gross, he preferred being hygienic, he also preferred the shower but that was physically impossible now. Once the bath wad full and (presumed) warm enough Tim shut the tap off and took a bracing breath… Okay, okay this is fine. Just like any other day for him… Fast steps Tim slipped into the water and sat down. After the few times he’d already fallen today because of this he wanted to save his backside the pain.

10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… The seconds went down, Tim held tightly on the rims… 3… 2.. and 1.

Sparkling Bubbles quickly engulfed him all over for about 3 seconds before the dispatched. Opening his eyes Tim saw the… Tail. Yep, scarlet scales grazed his hips, going down to where his legs should’ve been but instead coated a long and lush fish tail with a wide fin that hung over the bath tub. This is what had taken his mask away, why he’s working with Barbara on the side with computers and not his fists. He figured it out, whenever he touched water and ten seconds later, fish.

He wanted to tell them, he really, really did but they wouldn’t understand. Dick and Jason would freak, Damian would definitely be able to kill him and who knows what kind of tests Bruce would do in the name of ‘research’ to help him. He knew what this was, it happened after that stupid run in and dip in that pool. Magic, there was no other explanation, nothing scientific could help him understand this. Tim rested his arms over the side of the bath and breathed a deep sigh, letting the tail fin bounce slightly over the edge. After two weeks he was used to the feel of it although he’s never actually swam in a body of water. Only the tub.

Tim proceeded to clean himself with the old sponge and soap, up his arms, across his chest and finally along the scales. They tickled slightly with each rough scrub and sparkled more with the added scented soap. No matter what Tim thought it was beautiful and graceful the way it always seemed to glitter with every small movement. Hard to believe that this was a curse. Some part of him wanted to go out in the bay and actually use the tail and test how much power it had. Closest he had to that was in the first couple of days when he stepped in a puddle and fell into the pool after transformation, but shocked Tim quickly pulled himself out and dried off, regaining his legs before locking himself in his room for almost a full day, worrying everyone in the manor, especially Dick. No one had seen him, thank god… but still too risky.

First time it happened it was because of Damian, after the night on the island Tim woke up two days after the incident with Ivy on the island, he was dazed and confused. Walking downstairs to the kitchen for some much-needed breakfast when he came face to face with Damian. Tim and Damian have never had a peaceful interaction and that day was no exception. After several heated words between the two, mostly Damian scolding Drake for his uselessness on the mission two nights back. In his frustrations he tossed his glass at him, soaking Tim before leaving the room.

One second Tim was dripping wet from Damian’s backwash and the next he was on the ground with a shining red tail instead of legs. He was able to hold back the initial panic as to not alert anyone in the manor but when he was dry with his legs back Tim charged straight to his room. It happened three more times that day before Tim was able to figure out the pattern.

But now that’s all past, now he’s just trying to come to terms with it all.

There was a shake on the door handle then a knock that had startled Tim, he had fallen asleep on the edge of the tub (again), usually his fingers would be all wrinkly by now, but he guessed that wasn’t possible anymore as a fish. A few more knocks had him turn to the door, grateful he remembered to lock it.

“Yes? Who is it?” He called, adjusting himself in the tub, making many splashing sounds.

“It’s Jason. Why are you in my bathroom?” Jason said groggily. In the past year Jason had moved back into the manor full time, back into his old room from his Robin days. However, Jason’s connecting bathroom had a tub while Tim’s own bathroom only had a narrow shower. He was already banned from using Dick’s bath until he apparently put the mask back on and Damian would kill him if he was sighted anywhere near his bathroom.

Tim took a breath and fiddled with the edges of the bathtub, “I’m taking a bath!” He called again, hoping that would deter Jason into giving him privacy.

There was a slight knock of Jason resting his head against the door, he sounded exhausted. “Tim you have your own bathroom to get clean.” There was a pause, “You’ve got three minutes to get out before I get my key.”

That sent shivers down Tim’s spine all the way down to his tail… crap. This part sucked. In slow movements, Tim braced both hands along the edge of the bathtub and begun to lift himself over, when he got his tail over the edge, he lost balance and fell out. He hit his side hard as his tail slapped down, Tim let out a small cry of pain. Loud enough that had the knocking come back on the door.

“Shit, Timbers…” He could practically hear Jason smirk behind the door, “Did you just fall out?”

Tim let out a strained “No!” as he reached for his towel, covering scarlet scales and rubbing them fiercely to dry off.

He heard Jason laugh and had to hold back his scowl, “Well clearly you did, I’m coming in to check on you.” From outside Tim heard Jason open a drawer which most likely had his key in it. Panic quickly started to set into Tim, and he began to scrub at himself, fin to head frantically.

“N-n-No! Jason, come on!! Give me a damn minute, I’m naked okay!” He pressed the other towels on the rack against his fins as he proceeded to dry off his arms and chest, desperately trying to get himself back into his human form. He couldn’t let Jason see him like this, no one could know until it was gone… even if then, Tim wouldn’t talk about it.

There was the fumble of the lock, key inserted and the turn of his hand, Jason called out one final time. Jason was giving his final moments of secrecy. “3…” Tim scurried to cover up any red. “2…” Cold ice coursed through his blood as Tim accepted his fate. “And… 1!” A twist and the door swung open.

But the cold rush of bubbles soaking over Tim before two bare human legs took the place of his tail.

Tim couldn’t hold back his sigh of relief, stretching his legs and flexing his toes. “Jesus, baby bird… got enough towels?” Jason asked as he approached him. “Did you even get in the water?” Jason asked, confused, Tim was completely dry. He had at least four towels over his legs and one across his chest, looking almost like a towel mummy. Tim cringed as Jason pressed a gloved hand on his shoulder, he was dressed in his Red Hood gear besides the helmet. They all must’ve gotten home from patrol, damn Tim wanted to go with.

“You’re not bruised or anything after the fall?” Jason asked, seriously however with a gentle tone Tim did not expect from him.

Tim shrugged him off and fumbled to stand, keeping at least one towel around his waist for decency, he took several steps away from Jason and the still full bath, going towards the door. “I’m fine,” He mumbled quietly, a shaking hand gripping the door handle. “I’m going to bed, night Jay…”

Before Jason could process Tim was gone, walking quickly out of the bedroom and down the hallway. Jason shrugged, he knew Tim had been acting strange for a while, Dick made the joke that he was going into puberty, but the kid was seventeen. Turning to the tub Jason pulled the plug and watched as the water drained. But small shimmer of red caught his attention, he picked up the red thing that was the size of his nails… Almost like a fish scale?

Back in his room, stress filled Tim again. He paced around his room, hand shaking as it clenched his coffee, he took long sips from the straw. That was way too close… Jason could’ve walked in when… he could’ve seen him!!

He couldn’t let Jason see. Can’t let anyone know.

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Three days after the bathroom incident with Jason, Tim has only left his room about two times for food and hygiene. Remembering this time to bathe when he was certain Jason was gone. He went on complete lock down and everyone was starting to worry, especially since Tim bought a coffee machine to keep in his room despite what Bruce keeps on saying about his addiction to caffeine. But at this point coffee and his computer was the only things keeping him sane. There have been several people trying to get him out, every time Tim had told them to go away, he felt incredibly bad for turning Alfred away by saying he wasn’t feeling well, even as the old butler was persistent to help the teenager.

Stupid tail. Stupid water. He was getting seriously tired of turning into a tuna whenever he tried to wash his hands or take a shower. And turns out moisturizer and most lotions he owned had water in them and made him sprout out his fins whenever he used them, his skin was getting dry and itchy and it was getting on his nerves. Often, he’d apply the moisturizer and decide to lay on his bed with the tail for at least an hour each time with the door locked and shades down just so his skin wouldn’t crack. The one time he left his phone on the desk was a boring hell.

Right now, Tim sat at his computer typing away at a report for school he had to do over the holidays, it was boring and time consuming, but it kept his mind occupied. Out the window he could see Dick, Jason and Damian out the back of the manor. They were all in their swimming trunks, Dick and Jason were in the large pool splashing each other while Damian was sitting on the sun chair trying to focus on his book. One larger splash from Jason and the fourth Robin was soaked, Tim could hear a shout and a “You’re dead, Todd!!” followed by another large splash of Damian jumping on top of Jason.

Tim couldn’t help but feel left out, he always loved spending time with his fellow Robins but now… they’d have to find another activity.

Twenty minutes later a rumble of his stomach stole Tim’s attention from outside and his computer, he ran out of his reserve snacks he had in his room about three hours ago and it’d be several hours from now until Alfred left his dinner outside his door, his gut demanded to be filled now. The other boys were busy, last he saw Alfred was resting and Bruce was down in the cave per usual. It seemed safe enough to get some lunch. Tim left his room quickly, venturing downstairs to the kitchen and opening the cupboards. Chips, biscuits, fruit, Tim grabbed it all but making extra effort to take several cans of tuna, it was something he started to crave, and he could guess why…

 “Oh look! He lives!!”

The sudden voice startled Tim and caused him to drop several packets of Oreos, he scurried to pick them up with the intention to hurry back to his room, never to come out again. But Jason, standing with a beach towel wrapped tightly around his waist and dripping wet. Having just gotten out of the pool, Dick and Damian were probably still in. Tim’s blood went cold at the sight of Jason’s puddle prints he was walking into the kitchen, he took several steps back from the other man, clutching the food with both arms and glad he was wearing sealed shoes.

Jason leaned nonchalantly against the pantry door, arms crossed with a grin pulling at his lips as he stood over Tim. “Haven’t seen you around lately, baby bird. And people say that I’m the one that died.” Tim cringed at the joke on Jason’s own death, but the second Robin chuckled slightly at it. “So what’ve you been doing Timbo?”

Tim shifted uncomfortable in his oversized sweater that hung awkwardly over one shoulder (that was Jason’s once upon a time). The water still dripped from Jason’s hair and on the wooden floor, he took another noticeable step back. “Working, Jason… I’ve got a lot to do.” He said quietly, avoiding eye contact with Jason and sinking in on himself as Jason got another half step closer again.

Jason’s glanced at all the food and packages in Tim’s arms then back up at Tim’s tired eyes, his bangs were in his face again. “You know, Tim… If you want, Dick and I were going to start up the barbeque for lunch. Get some burgers, snags, nothing vegetarian for Dami. You could come for a swim with us and get some sun and–…”

“No – I’m not swimming.” Tim said, cutting him off a little too fast, more steps back and his backside was pressed against the opposite wall. “No, sorry… Jason. There’s too much I-I need to d – …” Tim held his breath as Jason stood directly in front of him.

A wet arm against the wall next to him. “Tim.” Jason said sterner, leaning in closer to the third Robin. Tim’s breath sped up, he tried to urge to the left, but Jason’s other arm blocked him off. Successfully caging the teenager at full arm’s length against the wall. “What’s been going on? Everyone’s worrying about you… Shit, I even think Damian is concerned.” More with the position of Red Robin than Tim’s wellbeing. But everyone else’s concerns were genuine.

“Jason – I… I-I need to get back to work.” Tim tried to protest, shaking his head side to side.

“You need to talk to me Timmy before you cut yourself off in your room like Bruce.”

“Please, Jason. I-I-I…” Tim begged.

But everything went cold when Jason pressed a hand to Tim’s exposed shoulder, droplets of water was pressed into his pale skin and that’s when Tim lost it, shoving Jason off his shoulder. He dropped the food packages and forced his way out of Jason’s arms and just ran. 8… 7… 6… god damnit no, please no… Tim turned sharp around a corner and saw Jason following him. 4… 3… 2… He was panting when he pulled open the door to a broom cupboard and shoved himself inside and twisted the lock. Shimmering bubbles appeared as he lost balance.

Sitting up Tim pulled the string connected to the light switch and let the small light illuminate the closet, he was still panting, almost hyperventilating. He pressed a hand against his bare chest, trying to clench his heart to make it stop thudding. The door knob shook before Jason slammed his hand on the door, “Tim? Tim what the hell?!” He called, “What was that all about, fuck… are you okay!? This time I know you tripped!” Tim didn’t respond, just pulled his tail up to his chest. “Don’t make me break the door down, because you know I will Tim. Come out and Talk to me!”

“I’m FINE!” He shouted, pent up frustrations being let out. “Just leave me the hell alone, Jason!!” He didn’t want to be so harsh, but his temper wouldn’t allow anything else. Tim ignored the sting in his eyes as he let out a frustrated growl, slamming his tail down hard on the ground again. He was sick of this, goddamn sick of it all and he just… It was all wearing down on him. He couldn’t admit it to himself, but he needed to tell someone, Bruce or even Jason at least. But he knew he couldn’t.

Just need to cope. Figure out what this is and get rid of it. Learn to live with it for the time being.

For the next forty or so minutes Tim sat on the ground with damp skin, waiting in bored anticipation. It gave him the necessary time to think and calm down. It was wrong to get angry at Jason, he knew that now, the second Robin was only trying to check on him but his stupid wet hand damned him to hide in the closet. Finally, another five minutes passed before a warm rush went over him and his legs came back. He stood and paced around the small closet. He should apologise to Jason, Tim shouldn’t’ve have snapped at him.

Tim opened the door and was surprised to see Jason sitting there, Titus was next to him having a nap. But at the sound of the door opening Jason twisted and stood fast, shooing off the dog that always had its issues with Tim, much like its owner. Tim stood awkwardly in front of Jason, he brushed his pants down before asking: “Have you been here the whole time?”

Jason shrugged, “Wanted to make sure you’re alright. But what the hell was that about?!” His voice raised for a moment, Jason took a breath before speaking again, this time was calmer. “Why’d you run off like that?”

Conflicting thoughts raced through Tim’s mind. Should he? Or should he not…? He sighed, “Well Jason… I, uhm… just ever since we were at that island a few weeks ago…I-I’ve” He started, hands going clammy as they shook, everything was telling him that this was a bad idea. No. No. No. NO. “No, Jason… Never mind, forget I said anything okay?” Jason however stood there, dazed and confused, unable to follow on to what Tim was trying to say.

“Tim?” Jason urged.

“No, Jason.” Tim said sternly, “I’m sorry I snapped at you, but this is…” He took a shaky breath, trying to balance his thoughts. He went back into the kitchen moments later, gathering up the discarded food with both hands before heading to the stairs and back up to his room.

Once he was inside, he paced around the bedroom. Thinking. While he was in the closet Tim couldn’t stop thinking about that night back at the island, anything that he could’ve missed while inside the volcano. When the water started to bubble that’s when it happened, it only started to bubble when the light of the full-moon was shining down on the water… The full moon.

Great now instead of a half-human-half-fish – merman. Tim was apparently also a werewolf, he’d probably be howling at the next full moon. The gears turning in Tim’s mind clicked. The next full moon, there must be a connection!

Jumping on his chair, Tim turned on his desktop and tore open a can of spring water, salted tuna. He picked at the can with a fork as he searched, next moon was in three weeks. He could wait that long, if it meant getting a better understanding on what’s going on with his life. In his triumph Tim went to have a sip of his cold coffee on the desk (because Tim would drink any coffee.), forgetting about the straw and drinking like a normal person. Inadvertently getting liquid on his lips and another ten seconds went by, red fins in his seat. This time didn’t bother him too much, he just sat there and enjoyed his tuna, he knew about the irony it was eating the fish but he couldn’t care, it was about as salty as he was.

However down stairs Jason sat at one of the many dining tables in the manor, head in his hands as he thought, a few years ago he wouldn’t have given a shit about replacement’s wellbeing, but now after several years of getting to know the kid he’s grown close to him and to see him in such a state that he was in this afternoon was concerning to say the least. Jason couldn’t understand it, all he did was touch Tim and the teenager hid in the closet for the good half of an hour. Sure, his hand was a little wet, but Tim completely over reacted.

Other side of the room the door opened, “Hey, Jason.” It was Dick, he walked into the room and sat next to the second Robin. “Why didn’t you come back into the water with Dami and I? You missed the funniest thing ever.” You say that about a lot of things, Grayson. Jason thought in the back of his mind as Dick rambled. “Okay, okay, okay. We were in the water and there was this GIANT bee, it was almost like a golf ball. So, this bee was flying around the pool and in my epic ways of dodging danger I jump in, splashing Damian and accidently get it chasing him until he jumped in as well WHILE he was holding his book.” Dick stopped for a second to have a little laugh, Jason wasn’t really paying attention. “So yeah, he says I’ve got to replace it in three days before he kills me.” Dick made little hand gestures on the last two words before noticing how uninterested Jason was.

“You okay, Jay?”

Jason took a minute to respond, tapping his fingers down on the expensive table before turning to face Dick. Dick sat up straighter after seeing Jason’s more serious than stern expressions. “I’m really worried about Tim.” He said quietly.

“We’re all worried about him, Jason. He hasn’t left his room for days and he’s not talking to anyone–…”

“No, it’s not like that, Dick. He came downstairs today.” Jason took a breath to steady his thoughts as Dicks expression changed to shocked, clearly surprised that Tim was out of that dark room. “I tried to talk to him, he was really out of it… Trying to sneak more food into his room without us even knowing he was out. And when I touched him, he panicked and hid in the closet for nearly an hour, Dick. There’s something wrong with him.”

Dick took a moment to think, biting his bottom lip slightly as he thought. “If there is something wrong with him and if Tim doesn’t want to talk about it then there’s nothing we can do. He’s a Robin Jason, you know there’s no way he’s going to open his thoughts to us if he doesn’t want to. Stubborn little bugger.” Dick smiled slightly, resting an arm on Jason’s shoulder. “Another week if nothing changes, we’ll sit him down okay? Just in case.”

Jason disagreed but nodded reluctantly non the less, Dick may be a dumb ass but half the time he knew what he was doing; especially when it came to dealing with stubborn teenagers like Timothy.

They’d just need to wait and hope that Tim will get back to his normal self soon.

But only Tim knew that’d it’s be longer than another week.

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Another two days had passed, Tim still rested alone in his room with the window blinds dropped with nothing but his laptop and phone. He only left his room about twice for food and hygienic reasons, (this time he made sure Jason was away and the door locked before he used the tub.) Yesterday Dick had tried to talk to him, the door was locked but that didn’t stop their brief conversation through the door. Tim had felt bad for turning him down but he couldn’t exactly invite him inside while he was stuck in his desk chair with crimson scales and fins.

But he felt worse for having to turn Alfred away when the old butler was just concerned for his wellbeing.

Throughout his time staying in his room Tim managed to conduct quite a lot of research regarding his condition. The island where it all started was called Mako, history of strange events circling the place. Boats going missing, sudden storms that were powerful enough to cancel fights, and with the large population of mako sharks which is where it got its name. And now Tim could add water-activated fish fins to the list of strange occurrences on this island. The entire place was shrouded in mystery.

Boats sinking, people missing and sudden storms on a sunny day, the entire island was regarded as a no-go zone. Even with all the warnings there was no way to predict what would happen in that pool, on that night. That now Timothy Drake would have a tail.

Giving up on the search Tim let out a sigh of defeat and fell back onto his mattress, reaching out for his coffee that was most likely cold by now, but he didn’t care. But as he reached out it seemed further away, he jolted his arm out to grab it but he heard a sliding sound… Just like whenever his mug was pushed against the bedside table.

Startled, Tim sat up and looked to his right and correct, his mug had been pushed from the table, by nothing. Curious, Tim reached out to grab it and it slipped down as if he was pushing it with his hand. But he…. Another flex of his hand towards it had it moving. That was new. He brought his hand up on a angle and watched in awe as the coffee has lifted out of the mug, into a brown liquid ball like water in outer space.

He should’ve been shocked or scared but he guessed that Tim was used to wired things from the last couple of weeks.

He dropped his hand and the coffee fell with gravity, back into the mug. Interesting. Tim experimentally pulled out a water bottle from under his bed and tore the cap off, once it was set on the bedside table Tim braced both hands out in front of him and started to flex his fingers. The water took a instant connection and lifted out of the bottle, following Tim’s mental command while his hands were the transmitters.

He was shaping it, with each action from his hands, twisting, pulling and controlling it. It was a obvious link to his tail but he only just discovered it. Side effects from that damn moon pool on Mako. He lied down on the bed and tried to focus on the multiple shapes and images he could conjure from the water. Triangle was simple. A perfect circle required no effort. Careful tuning from his hands allowed him to create the imagine of what would be a merman. Tim almost cringed at his creation but couldn’t help but smile at his newfound powers.

A knock. “Tim, it’s Bruce. We need to talk, are you decent?”

It was so unexpected, making Tim flinch and drop both hands to his side, the water lost whatever magic he was using and splashed down onto Tim, soaking his hair and shirt. “shit! Shit! Shit!” Tim hissed under his breath, desperately trying to rake the water off of him with his bare hands, it didn’t nothing to no one’s surprise. “Bruce, I uhmmm, I can’t talk right now!” He fumbled slightly when the magic came and took his legs away, sparkling red scales increasing his panic.

There was another knock. “Tim. You can, you’ve got 3 seconds and I’m coming in.”

Just like Jason did, ignoring Tim’s request to be left alone, especially when the reason was physical. Tim couldn’t move to hide off into his bathroom or in his closet, he could barely push himself with the weight of his tail. But Bruce was coming in at any second, he could hear his hand on the doorknob, holding ready to twist. Tim did the most logical and easiest thing and pulled the covers up and over himself, quickly swallowing the tail in the doona and bedsheets, tucking it in a way that would’ve given off the indication of legs.

Just in time as Bruce opened the door and stepped in, he was dressed in rare casual clothing, jeans and a sweater and it got Tim thinking of just how much time the man would spend as Batman. He looked tired, more tired than usual. This was the first time Tim had seen anyone in several days and he so badly wished he didn’t have a tail right now, out of all the times. He felt the tips of his fins twitch and jerk with his growing nerves when he was faced with the worlds greatest detective.

“Tim. What has been going on with you?” Bruce asked stern, no-nonsense attitude.

Tim held the covers up to his chest, “I dunno…” He said, and he could’ve said anything else and it would’ve been better, quick thinking always made him look dumb. Bruce’s expression clearly wasn’t impressed. “I just haven’t been feeling well.”

“Did you want to see Dr. Leslie?”

Doctors were a no-go-zone for Tim at the moment.

“No-NO… uhmm I think this is just something I can sort out on my own, Bruce.” He chuckled awkwardly, trying his best to hide the fact that he was freaking out under the bedsheets.

“That’s not an excuse and you know it is.” A pause, “Without Red Robin out on the field we have been short to protect Gotham. Three major drug busts last night, we were stretched thin, Dick is injured, dislocated shoulder and burns, and Jason was attacked. If Damian didn’t get him out of the way... We needed you and you weren’t there.”

The shock of Bruce’s words hit Tim hard, sudden guilt over came him.

“Listen Tim.” Bruce sat down onto the bed, he sunk into the mattress and Tim had to stifle his hiss of pain as Bruce had actually sat down onto his fin that was resting flat on the bed. Hopefully he didn’t notice. But it was as if Bruce was stepping on his toes. “I understand that at your age that you might be going through some stuff.” Great, Tim thought, it’s THIS talk. “But when it comes to situations regarding the capes, we have to push these feelings to the side and focus on our mission. But… Tim I know I’m not your father, but you know you can talk to me about your problems.”

“I-I-I…” Tim sighed, shifting to try and pull his fin out without disturbing Bruce. “I know Bruce. I get it… But I just need some time to myself.” Tim awkwardly sat up, hoping that’ll pull the fin from under Bruce. The cover slipped down his chest and he became painfully aware that he was shirtless, and his three chest hairs were on display. “Like right down.”

That same realisation dawned over Bruce and he awkwardly stood up, Tim let out a breath of relief that his tail was finally freed. “Oh, are you…” Tim pressed his lips together and nodded his head awkwardly, Bruce’s face went red. “Okay, okay. I’ll just leave you then, but Tim.” Tim was also red but he faced and listened to Bruce.

“Please come down to dinner tonight, Alfred is cooking the local catch of the day.”

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Tim did decide to come downstairs that night, dressed head to toe in anything that he could find. His boots, sealed gloves, long sleeved hoodie that was too big and looked an awful lot like one of Jason’s old ones from his early Red Hood days. It kept him warm, so he liked it.

He was slow coming down the stairs, his hand shaking on the railing. A deep voice in the back of his head trying to convince him that any moment his tail could pop out into sight and to go back to the safety of his bedroom. But Tim decided to ignore his mental warning, he had been cooped upstairs for too long, living off leftovers and snacks. Everyone was worried about him.

Once downstairs Tim fiddled with his gloves, pulling his sleeve over them to hide the small amount of exposed skin. Anxiety was eating at him, but his hunger drove him through the hallway.

The pouring rain outside seemed to mock him, thunder rattling through the sky, making the third Robin jump and walk further away from the window. He held his arms in a self-hug fashion, he could hear Al preparing supper from the kitchen and the intoxicating smell of dinner sent Tim out of his shell slightly.

A hand landed on his back and he couldn’t help but jump. “Dick!” He exclaimed, turning to face the first Robin who pulled him into a hug against his will. Ruffling up his hair in the process.

“Timmy!” Dick called, clearly happy to see the other Robin out of his room after so much time. It made him forget about their last encounter back in Tim’s bedroom. “How have you been, baby bird? Thought you were dead back there.”

Tim cringed and pushed his body away from Dick, taking a notable few steps back.

“I’m fine, Dick.” Tim said, eyes down, arms across his chest in a way that made him look cold, Dick stared at him, realized Tim was still in his mood. Tim sighed, weakly looking up at Dick, “I’m just down for dinner tonight, I’ve still got a lot of work to finish…”

“Yep”, Dick deadpanned, trying his best to crack a smile even as it fell again. “You’re always working, baby bird. But come on, for now let’s enjoy Alfred’s home cooking.”

Tim shrugged awkwardly and stumbled into the dining room after Dick tapped his back a little too hard. And it’s clear he interrupted whatever conversation was going on in the room. Bruce was sat at the head of the table, Damian sitting directly next to him with another space between them was Jason, who looked up from his phone at the sight of Tim. Bruce too was slightly startled to see him out of him room at last. Damian just glared and rolled his eyes, trying to restart the conversation he was having with his father before Drake rudely interrupted with his presence.

It was going to be a long night, Tim could tell as he sat down next to Jason, who smiled at him before returning to his texting. Dick came back in seconds later and took the spot next to Jason and Damian. Small talk continued around the table as Tim held both gloved hands between his thighs, staring at the glass of water in front of him, the condensation drops covering the glass was giving him anxiety. It was a good thing he just wasn’t thirsty.

Alfred brought them their meals a few seconds later, a fine slice of salmon with peeled prawns and fresh herbs. The smell hit Tim so hard that he couldn’t help but dig in, ignoring the stares he attacked the fish like he hadn’t eaten in days. The taste was so intoxicating, he felt as if he needed it, Tim thought he knew why…

Eyes were on him and he chuckled awkwardly.

“I-I-I guess I’m just a little hungry…”

“Well if you’re acting like that maybe you should go back into your room and starve.”

“Damian!” Dick exclaimed.

“Richard he is eating like a animal, pig like he is.” Dami snarled, “Honestly it was better when Drake stayed in his room like a rat.”

“That’s enough Damian.” Bruce said stern, which was apparently enough to shut Damian up.

Everyone focused on their meals, quiet except the clatter of knives and forks against plates. Jason was looking at him, Tim could tell as he finished what little was left on his plate. Whenever he wasn’t looking at the second Robin, Jason would look at something, weather it be his gloves or his old hoodie that Tim was wearing. He felt heat flush to his cheeks as those big ocean green eyes burned holes into him. He wondered if Jason knew how anxious he was being out here like he was.

To Tim’s pleasure, dinner was over quickly, he quickly excused himself from the table but before he could escape back into the safety of his bedroom but not before Dick grabbed him along with Jason and Damian for something, he could only call Robin Horror Movie Night. Apparently just because Tim was finally out of his room meant that just had to do one of Dick’s sucky bonding exercises.

He was dragged into the movie room upstairs with the huge flat screen 90 inch televisions which lit up the room as Dick opened Netflix. He went all out with this, popcorn, soda and snacks, coupled with giant pillows and sleeping bags which covered the floor. Making it clear it was going to be a all-night night.

“Dick, please… Can I just go to bed.” Tim half begged; half pleaded. An annoyed scowl on his face, Damian had the same attitude but not as nice, but because it was Richard, he went along with it. Jason sat on one of the many couches, old book in hand, obviously just there to read.

“Tim. We haven’t had a night together in forever, in like two months.” Dick said as he constructed his bed out of pillows. “Was going to do this last week but you weren’t there.” He crawled into his sleeping bag, remote balancing in his hand, un-opened can in the other.

“Get over yourself, Drake.” Damian scowled, sitting on the opposite couch to Jason, staring at the screen.

“Shut up Damian,” Tim grunted through gritted teeth. “Dick I’m just going to go back upstairs.”

“Whatever Drake. Richard, put on a nature documentary, none of that rom-com crap you made me watch before.”

Dick waved the remote around, pointing at the screen. “No way, let’s look at something scary, horror Robin movie night.” He spun in his sleeping bag, seeing Jason who was too focused in his book to care. “What do you think, Jaybird.”

Jason shrugged, “I honestly don’t care, just toss me a coke.”

Dick tossed him the one in his hand, throwing it basically behind him which blundered and shook, landing on the floor in front Jason’s feet. He reached down and got it, cracking it open without a second thought. It sprayed, as Tim was walking past him to get to the door.

Tim was covered in cold, sticky soda and the panic quickly set in.

The door was closed and on the other side of the room, he was soaking wet and the other Robins are looking at him. He couldn’t hear Jason’s apology as he stripped his hoodie off, using the garment to try to dry off the liquid.

Running out of time, Tim jumped across the pillows and did the only logical thing he could think of. He pulled open the empty sleeping bag and jumped in, burying himself into the material as he felt the wave of magic come over him and the changing of his legs into his overgrown red fish butt.

“Tim… Are you okay?”

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All eyes on him, confusion, and shock around the room as Tim was buried inside the sleeping bag. Sticky and cold from the soda and his tail concealed, the indent in the sleeping bag could be passed off as his legs together. But he was naked from the tail up, so he had to keep his neck buried to maintain the illusion.

His heart was pounding a million miles a second, God DAMMIT… he was screwed. He would not be able to explain this to his fellow birds because he didn’t even understand what had been happening to him. He could already hear the lecture; it was only a matter of time. The tests that Bruce would do to him, probably keep him inside a giant fish bowl as he took his blood and scales.

“Tim…. What.”

“What the hell was that about…?”

“Get up, Drake, you look more ridicules than usual.”

Legs come back. Legs come back. Legs PLEASE come back. Tim’s mind raced as his fellow Robins questioned him. His fins flexed and his tail stretched out, trying to physically will his feet to return and for this nightmare to end. His fists balled into the material of the sleeping back and he squeezed his eyes shut in his dread. Moments felt like hours as Dick, Jason and Damian stared at him acting like a freak. He was a freak now... he felt tears biting at his eyes as his world went cold.

“Damian, Dick!”

Bruce called, swinging the door open with a loud thud. Great, if Tim’s anxiety was not bad enough already. Bruce did not take much notice to Tim curled up in the sleeping bag, assuming he was just watching the movie with the others.

“I called you both down to the Batcave over twenty minutes ago. Where are your phones.” Bruce was clearly on edge, something would’ve already set him off for him to be this upset about the boys being late for simple patrol. But Tim was grateful that Bruce didn't say anything to him, Bruce had accepted that it would be a while until Tim was comfortable enough to go back out into Gotham as the Red Robin.

“It was our movie night, Bruce. They’re on silent.” Dick replied, finally taking his attention away from the third Robin. Jason and Damian also now focusing on Bruce, Damian rolling his eyes.

“Well I need the both of you. We need to go on patrol.”

“But it was supposed to be our night off, father!” Damian groaned, stretching out on the couch. Clearly exhausted.

“No, Damian. It was Jason’s night off; he went until 5.30 in the morning with me last night. He’s earned it” Jason smirked after Bruce said that returning his attention back to his worn-out book. Someone turned the television off, and Dick and Damian stood and stretched out, choosing to question Tim on a later date. “We leave in 15.” Bruce said before leaving the room.

The robins quickly followed; Damian gave Tim another snare before he closed the door behind him. Although Jason was still in the room, he was preoccupied with his book, becoming lost in the story. He let out a sigh of relief and let his tail fins go slack. Almost forgetting that he was moments away from being exposed.

“Tim… what has been going on with you lately?” Jason asked, not taking his eyes away from the paper.

He was not out of the blue yet, Tim adjusted so he was deeper in the bag. “I.. just haven’t been feeling well.” He did not know what to say at this point, Jason’s seen more of his nonsense than anyone else in the manor. And he had been extremely patient with him up to this point.

“You know I don’t believe any of your shit, Timmy.” Jason stated, giving Tim a blank stare with dead eyes. “I mean look at you now, what the actual hell are you doing in there?” He rolled his eyes and let out a sigh.

Heat flushed into Tim’s cheeks and he buried himself deeper in the sleeping bag, clenching his fists tighter. He felt his whole body heat up from the embarrassment and shame. “You wouldn’t believe me..” he murmured in a tired voice.

Jason looking up from his book with a raised eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Tim opened his mouth, but the words died on his lips, he clenched his eyes shut. He felt uncomfortably warm, his tail squirmed. Jason did not notice, even when steam started to rise from Tim. “Somethings…. Happened. When we were on Mako Island.” Tim started feeling his anxieties eat at him. He was trembling.

“Go on” Jason pressed.

“And when I was in that cave...” Something was burning, Tim thought it was his worries messing with him. “I fell into the water and then I.. I-I.  Arhhhh” He felt magic boil over him, concealed by the bag. But the sensation burnt unlike the others and once it was over, he quickly jumped up. Nearly stumbling over. He should not be dry this fast.

“Tim what the fuck is going on?!” Jason stood as well completely fed up, standing over Tim with a furious frustration in his eyes. “Damian, Bruce. Damn even Dick has gotten so sick of your crap lately. You’ve dumped red robin, locked yourself away and won’t talk to anyone!!” Jason rubbed at his eyes letting out a growl. “Tim….” He took a breath, seeing the emotion in Tim’s eyes. “We’re worried about you.”

“Jason I…” Tim held his arm. “I’m sorry. I-I-I.. have to go.. I'll tell you later!" he intended to never tell him, now that he wasn't vulnerable anymore. 

Jason didn’t respond and so Tim ran out of the room, feeling his heart heavy in his chest. He retreated to his bedroom, clicking the lock and collapsing onto his bed for what felt like hours. He felt like such a fool in front of his fellow robins, part of him felt he should’ve come out to them, it wouldn’t be the first time something like that had happened. But fins and a tail was a whole different story.

The next full moon was in a few weeks, if he went back to Mako, back into that pool there was a chance he could remove what happened.

He rolled over and inspected a glass of water on his nightstand. Without thinking much to it he waved some of his fingers around the liquid and watched it float up and dance, letting it drop onto his skin after he had his fun and then felt his tail come back. Stretching out it somehow made him feel calm, calmer than he felt with legs. However, when the scarlet scales appeared, he noticed dark patches under the scales and when he touched them it stung. Like a burn.

Something was making heating him up before. He thought about what he was doing before he turned back, thinking about how he could manipulate water when he moved his hands. Tim cracked his stiff knuckles into a fist, testing. “Arhgh!” He jolted as he felt his tail burn again. Surprised, he clenched his fist again and felt the heat on him, seeing steam rise. An idea popped into his head and he held his fist over the glass and watched as the water boiled in a matter of seconds.

“So, this is how I got dry so fast…” he muttered to himself as he toyed with the new power. He cracked a smile as his legs returned in a gust of steam. “Guess there is more to this…”

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No one was around as Tim stared out at the ocean, he could see Mako island far out on the shore line. He buried his toes in the sand and watched the waves crash along the beach. No one knew that he had left the manor, the only person he's seen since the movie night was Jason and he just stared at Tim, disappointment heavy in his eyes.

Staring out at the water, Tim wondered if this was the best idea. He was too afraid to be seen to go swimming in the pool at the manor, the closest he's done was his occasional baths and that was just for hygiene purposes. He didn't even know if he could breathe underwater, he didn't have any gills or even any webbing between his fingers like all the pictures of mermen had in his mythology books. 

But there was no way to get out to Mako any other way without his tail appearing.

He was completely alone on the beach, it was early morning, the sun had only risen a few hours ago and the tide was high. He had a backpack with him that only had his phone and a towel inside. He was on a secluded part of the beach, large formations of rock surrounded him and so he felt safe to leave his bag hidden behind some stone as he stood and walked over towards the water. His steps were slow as his anxiety was coming back, his fingers fiddled with the edges of his t-shirt, choosing to leave it off as it would disappear when he hit the water and come back when he was dry. He never understood that part.

When a wave washed up and covered his feet in the cold ocean water, he ran. Jumping over breaking waves and ignoring the icy cold water as it froze him to the bones. Magic washed over him, a display of sparkling bubbles and light that had him tripping into the surf. He didn't feel the cold anymore, his mermen form must have a strong tolerance of low temperatures. He wasn't deep, Tim could dig his fingers into the sand while still keeping his head above water. His tail rested behind him as Tim used his hands to push himself out to deeper water, waves were still crashing into him, soaking his hair and pushing him back towards shore. When it got too deep of his arms to touch the ground, he tried moving his tail up and down. It splashed the surface and he fumbled with it before he was able to propel himself forward.

Tim felt his axieties float away. He was alone and embracing this for the first time, even if he intended for his magic to be temporary.

Something felt so wrong yet so right about swimming with his tail. He knew it was unnatural but the possibilities were almost exciting to Tim. The light danced off of his scales, the scarlet hue was breathtaking to look at as he swam out. Keeping his head above the surface Tim turned around and saw how far he was already out. His tail was strong and moved him fast, he wouldn't even be a quarter of the way out if he was swimming with legs. He couldn't lie when he thought it was impressing.

Soon he was surrounded by nothing but deep blue with the occasional wave washing over him. Looking down he could see the red shimmer of his fins and what looked like a reef, schools of fish racing around in circles. Without thinking he took a deep breath and dove under, his tail splashing the water as he went down. His vision was crystal clear and he didn't feel any water pressure when he was over thirty metres deep. Fish swam around him as he floated upside down, the water didn't burn when it went up his nose. He felt like he swam into his own nature documentary, nothing scurried away from him when he got close, a fish even swam onto his open palm and Tim couldn't help but smile, he felt like he was apart of them.

Pressure built in his lungs and he quickly shot up to the surface, he went up so fast that he jumped completely out of the water like a dolphin to breathe. It was incredible, he let out a burst of laughter when he crashed back into the water. He repeated the cycle as he swam towards Mako Island. The more he kicked his tail the better he got and his speed was impressive, going at least forty-five miles easily. 

When Tim approached the island he was deep under the water, his cheeks puffed out with air. He was swimming around the reefs, knowing that there was an underwater entrance to the moonpool somewhere that he could access. He was under a coral arch that connected to a small cave when he saw something dark dart in the corner of his eyes. The large figure stalked the waters above him.

Mako shark.

He gasped in shock and jerked back, precious air escaping from his lungs. Fear shaped like a dagger stabbed into his heart, it was huge and swam around looking for it's next meal. Tim was sure that if he wasn't careful then merman butt would be on the menu. He scurried into the cave behind him, staying under the cover of darkness with his tail up to his chest like a ball. 

But his lungs quickly started to burn as they were starved of oxygen. The shark was still circling above his cave and he knew he would be spotted if he swam up and there was no way he could fight off such a beast. He quickly became light headed and his chest ached for oxygen. Tim thought he would drown, only to later float up and look like a idiot, he knew he shouldn't have left the manor!

His lungs demanded something and his mouth forced itself open and water drained down his throat. Tim started coughing in reflex the remaining air from his lungs bubbling out of his mouth and being replaced with water. The pressure from his chest soothed and he focused. His panic stopped and he breathed in again, water circled around his lungs as if it was air.

He could breathe underwater. And it was wired, heavy compared to oxygen but he was breathing.

"Oh my god..." Tim thought to himself outloud. "I can talk underwater!" He exclaimed. Peaking his head out he could still see the shark however it was further away but not far enough that Tim felt it was safe enough to leave.

So he sat deeper in the cave and focused on breathing, getting used to it. He thought about his family, how much he has been lying to them. Guilt washed over Tim. He's left their sides as Red Robin and was barely helping out on the sideline behind a computer. 

Back at the manor, Bruce knew that Tim had left the manor early morning. He had cameras around the entire building, besides the boy's rooms in respect of their privacy. He knew about Tim, his secret. Since his first transformation on the kitchen floor when Damian threw water at him. Bruce knew that it was because of that full moon at Mako, they didn't call him the world's greatest detective for nothing.

Just like Tim, he was in shock when he first saw the scarlet red scales over the security feed that night, hours after the initial incident. He searched files and files through the computer searching for any information regarding merfolk and their transformations. He had to dig into justice league files and consult Arther before learning about the island and its effects on a full moon. Delicate magic that if not handled carefully could be permanent.

Bruce was going to confront him, consult him but when he approached his door he was stopped by the sound of weeps. Crying. It was still new at the time. Bruce knocked on the door only to be met with

"GO AWAY!"

"Tim.. it's me, bruce."

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!"

Present day Bruce knew he couldn't force the information out of him without revealing that he had been spying on him, all of them. He knew he was betraying his trust but he couldn't lose it. Not now.

Back in the reef Tim woke not even realizing that he fell asleep under water. He poked his head out of his little cave and the shark was long gone and he felt safe enough to swim out and around the island. He felt a peace he hadn't felt in a long time deep in his soul, swimming along the current he was relaxed.

It didn't take long to find the moon pool through a tunnel, when he broke through the surface he had to cough the water from his lungs before he could breathe air again. Tim was inside of the volcano, the sun gave light to the cave.

So this is where this all happened.

He set up on the stone ledge and flicked his dripping hair out of his face. Tim took mental notes of the surroundings, anything that might help his research. He'd have to return on a later day with his equipment to study the area, he just had to fine the place today.

There was a splash as he jumped back into the water, his tail kicking quick as he sped out out of the tunnel and back into the reef. He pushed his tail, his arms were in front of him in a point, swimming like a dolphin using his whole body. Going as fast as a torpedo at his top speed, he didn't lie when he thought it was fun...

When Tim returned to the beach and dried himself off using his new power with more control to prevent burns. His bones were stiff when he turned back human, his stance was wobbly at first. His bag remained untouched and he pulled out his phone to check the time. 

4:37pm

He didn't realize just how long... He was out there. But there was more.

JASON TODD

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12 Missed Calls

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Tim climbed into the manor through his window, hd didn't want anyone to see him. Bruce had called him as he was walking home, asking where he was. Tim lied to him and told him he was just having a day to himself out in town. However his day in the ocean had left him tired and in need of rest and a bath as he now stunk of seawater and kelp. Regardless if he was a merman or human, his stink followed him. 

The last thing he expected to see when he climbed into his bedroom was Jason sitting at the edge of his bed, head down and foot tapping anxiously. Tim's eyes shot open, he was frozen on the window sill as questions started to flood in. How long was he there? Why is he here..? Is he still angry at me...? There was a worn out book next to Jason's thigh, the same one he had been reading since the movie night with their fellow robins. His helmet was at his feet as he was dressed in his Red Hood armor, it was close to patrol, he should've been training by now. 

Tim should've expected to see Jason though, with the amount of texts he was sending while Tim was at Mako Island.

Where are you?

Bruce said you left this morning.

Can you call me back??

Tim this isn't funny!

You haven't left your room for weeks and now you've just disappeared?!

Tim please, call me.

SERIOUSLY TIMBERS.

I don't understand what's going on.

I wish you could talk to me.

I'm worried....

That last one sent guilt into Tim, Jason and everyone else was concerned and he just shut them all out without a second word. They were the closest thing he had a to a family anymore. They had their differences as opposing Robins, Jason even trying to kill him back when he first met the third Robin. But now they've bonded over the years, grown close as a team and closer as something akin to family. Since they met Jason had made a complete 180 on their relationship. Rude comments being replaced with compliments, disdain turned to trust, jealously evolved to care.

The creak of a floorboard and Jason sharply turned towards Tim. "Tim... you're back." Tim noticed the relief in his voice, no irritation or anger like the third robin had suspected from the man. 

"Jason. How. How long have you been here..?"

"Where have you been?" Jason ignored Tim's question, standing from the bed and walking towards him. Placing a gentle hand on top of Tim's shoulder, he tensed but didn't shake it off like Jason thought he would've. "Why didn't you answer any of my calls or texts, I told Bruce you were gone but he just acted like nothing was wrong." Tim noticed how Jason's shoulders tensed up.

"I've been worried sick..."

All the blood in Tim's body suddenly rushed to his cheeks, his face was heating up. For a second he thought it was his powers playing up but his hands were relaxed against his sides. He convinced himself it was just embarrassment and not something deep seeded that he had been ignoring for years.

"I was just out for a walk.. I-uh... needed the air." Tim chewed at the inside of his cheek as Jason's gaze made his heart pound rapidly. That entire sentence was a lie. He didn't know if Jason could tell. He was always good at picking out bullshit.

Even if he did notice he didn't bring it up. "Well did you at least get everything out of your system?" Jason took a breath before "I know you've been stressed and overwhelmed. I don't really know, Timbers." Tim saw the way Jason chewed at his bottom lip, a nervous habit he has developed recently. He was being gentle with Tim, almost delicate as if he'd say the wrong thing and Tim's trust would shatter and he would disappear again. 

"I'm fine Jason, really." Tim shrugged and Jason removed his hand from his shoulder. "Wait- why are you in here?!" He exclaimed, remembering that he left his door locked and that this was a huge invasion of his private life. 

"I told you.. I was worried."

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Tonight was the night. the moon had risen over an hour ago and Tim was already feeling anxious as he laid in the tub. His tail dangled over the edge and dripped water onto the tiles. Drip. Drop. Drip. This could be the last time he have to have a bath, tonight could remove his tail with all the mysterious powers.

Powers which he's come to use more as he held his hand over the water and had his power heat the tub like a hot tub. He sighed and relaxed as the water boiled around him, he managed it so it didn't burn him this time. Tim's head went under the water but he barely noticed, he was used to breathing underwater now. 

How long would it take him to readjust? Become Red Robin again. Learn to be human...

Tim emerged flipped his tail over the edge of the bathtub and braced his hands over the edge as he pulled himself up. The thump to the bathroom tiles didn't hurt as much. It was late, Jason will want his bathroom back. 

If to prove his theory the distinct sound of the bedroom door opening outside was heard. Followed by familiar bed springs being compressed and the flickering of a book. Jason knew he was in there, but learnt by now to let Tim do his business if he ever wants to talk to him.

Hissing steam returned Tim to his pale legs and boring body. Standing he could feel his ankles crack, wrapping a towel around him he opened the door to--

Bright illuminating light that consumed every thought into a tsunami of mystery and pleasure which forced his subconscious to the front of his mind while pushing his reality into the back-seat. Rendering his thoughts and control meaningless whilst everything went blank and numb.

Jason opened the window and the wind had blown the curtains away. Light glowing from the overwhelming full moon flooded into the room, giving Jason the light he needed to read while leaving Tim transfixed on the moon.

"You good??" Jason stared up from his novel, dumbfounded by the frozen figure in the room.

Moments past and the tension got so thick it could be sliced by a knife.

"Tim!" Jason called out.

Focus from the moon snapped away. And the boy was suddenly filled with overwhelming giddiness, happy sparks went through him as a clueless smile stretched across his face. A big giggle to a little laugh.

"Jaayyysin.."

"What's wrong with you."

"Everything is fineee~." 

Jason's brows raised higher than the tide, sudden confusion washed through him. "You better not be smoking anything in my bathroom." He deadpanned, knowing Alfred would kill him if there were any drugs found in the manor.

Tim skipped over and sat on the edge on Jason's bed, legs crossed hands leaning forward.

"No no no no" he almost sounded intoxicated, impossible for someone responsible under 21. "Smoking anything would be BAD for me. And youuuu Toooo, JayJay."

Jason frowned, "Don't call me that." 

"Okay.. JJ."

His frown deepened and Tim giggled again. He crawled up Jason's bed, getting uncomfortably close to the other man before breathing in his ear.

"I..I wanna show you something."

Jason's cheeks became as red as his hood when Tim's breath brushed against his skin, his fists clenched and a page ripped in the book. He heard Tim giggle again, a cloud of mist was through his eyes as he stared straight through the second Robin. 

Something wasn't right...

"I wanna go for a swim."

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The night air was sharp, but Tim moved like he didn’t feel it. Jason followed behind, boots scuffing against the stone path as he narrowed his eyes at Tim’s back.

Something wasn’t right.

Jason had been watching him all night—the way he carried himself, the way he spoke, the way his eyes seemed to reflect the moonlight just a little too well.

Tim was acting strange. Stranger than usual.

At first, Jason had ignored it. Tim was weird, full stop. The guy ran on caffeine and bad life choices. Jason had seen him in some rough states before, had heard him ramble in a sleep-deprived stupor about conspiracy theories and pigeons wearing government trackers.

But this? This wasn’t just tired.

This was different.

Tim was too fluid. His movements were smooth, calculated in a way that wasn’t his usual nervous fidgeting. His steps were deliberate. There was a confidence in the way he walked that sent Jason’s instincts buzzing.

Jason hated it.

He hated not knowing what the hell was going on.

And he hated that Tim had smirked at him, smirked, before asking him if he wanted to go for a swim.

Jason had laughed in his face, obviously.

And Tim had just grinned.

Which is why Jason was now trailing him toward the pool in the dead of night, irritated and wet from the mug Tim had knocked over earlier.

“You know,” Jason muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets, “if you wanted to get me alone, you could’ve just said so.”

Tim tossed a glance over his shoulder, lips curling in something almost amused. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Jason rolled his eyes. "Since when do you even like swimming?"

Tim hummed, not looking back. “Since when do you not?”

Jason exhaled sharply. “That’s not an answer, Tim.”

Tim didn’t respond.

Jason didn’t like that.

Didn’t like any of this.

They reached the pool, the water still and silent under the moonlight. It was too still.

Jason’s gut twisted.

Tim stopped at the edge, standing barefoot against the damp tile, too close to the water.

Jason frowned, stepping forward cautiously. “Alright, what’s the deal? You planning on actually swimming, or are we just here for the aesthetic?”

Tim didn’t respond immediately.

Instead, he watched the edges of the pool, watching the ripples spread outward. His posture was too relaxed, like he belonged there.

Jason’s pulse ticked up.

"You ever wonder what it’s like?" Tim asked suddenly, voice quiet.

Jason’s frown deepened. That tone. Tim wasn’t being sarcastic.

“What what’s like?” Jason asked, shifting his weight.

Tim turned his head slightly, just enough for Jason to catch the way his pupils seemed too wide. Too dark.

His eyes looked like deep water.

Jason clenched his jaw. “Tim.”

Tim exhaled, tilting his head slightly. Then, just like that, he smirked.

“You’re staring.”

Jason scoffed. "Because you’re being a freak, Tim. You dragged me out here in the middle of the night just to—what? Stand dramatically by the pool?”

Tim didn’t answer.

Instead, he moved.

Fast.

Jason barely registered it before hands shoved against his chest, sending him backward.

Jason’s breath caught—the world tilted, water rushing up to meet him.

Cold.

The impact knocked the breath from his lungs. His boots felt like dead weight, dragging him down as he fought to kick back up.

He broke the surface with a growl, coughing as he wiped water from his face.

Tim was still standing at the edge.

Watching.

Not laughing.

Not running.

Just watching.

Jason saw red.

"What the actual hell, Tim?!" His voice echoed across the water, sharp and furious.

Tim still didn’t react.

Didn’t smirk. Didn’t flinch.

Just…stood there.

His hands were loose at his sides, his gaze distant—like he was thinking, like he was considering something.

Jason’s stomach dropped.

He gripped the pool ledge, water dripping from his hair as he glared up at Tim like he’d lost his mind.

“Are you—are you out of your goddamn mind?”

Tim still didn’t answer.

Jason pushed himself up, about to climb out and beat the smug off Tim’s face—

But then Tim took a step forward.

A small one.

Then another.

Jason stilled.

Tim’s bare feet touched the damp concrete, and for a second, Jason thought—

No.

He wouldn’t.

Except Jason wasn’t sure anymore.

His fingers curled against the wet tile. His body went rigid.

Tim moved again.

His balance shifted, his weight tilting just enough that Jason knew—

He was about to step in.

Jason’s pulse kicked into high gear.

"Tim—"

A hand gripped Tim’s wrist.

Firm. Unyielding.

Tim’s head snapped up, eyes wide, startled. Like he had just been yanked out of a trance.

Jason barely had time to register Bruce standing there before he spoke.

"That’s enough."

Jason froze.

Bruce’s voice was different. Low. Serious. Controlled in a way that felt final.

Tim didn’t fight it.

Jason didn’t move.

For the first time since this started, Tim looked uncertain.

Jason shoved himself further out of the pool, blinking water out of his eyes, struggling to piece everything together. "The hell does that mean?"

Bruce didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at him.

Jason’s stomach sank.

"Wait. Wait, wait—" Jason shook water from his face, his voice sharp with frustration. "No, no, no. Don’t do the Batman cryptic shit. Somebody tell me what the hell just happened—"

Tim still wasn’t looking at him.

Jason’s chest pulled tight.

Something was really, really wrong.

He hauled himself out of the pool completely, boots slamming against the wet tile.

Tim was already turning away, letting Bruce steer him toward the manor.

Jason stepped forward instantly. "No. No, no—Tim, look at me."

Tim didn’t.

Jason turned to Bruce instead, dripping wet, furious. "Tell me what the hell just happened."

Bruce didn’t even break stride.

"Go dry off, Jason."

Jason froze.

…What?

"What?" His voice came out sharp, incredulous. "That’s it? That’s all I get?"

No answer.

Jason felt like his own heartbeat was choking him.

Bruce had shut him out before. Had pushed him away, had dismissed his anger, had ignored him a thousand different ways.

But this?

This wasn’t nothing.

Jason clenched his fists, rage curling in his gut.

Fine.

Fine.

If they weren’t going to tell him, he’d figure it out himself.

He turned, boots leaving wet footprints as he stormed inside.

He’d find out what they were hiding.

–

Bruce dragged Tim down the stone steps of the Batcave, his grip firm, controlled, unyielding.

Tim wasn’t fighting him, not really.

Not in the way he could.

His movements were too fluid, too restless. His steps felt off, unnatural—like he wasn’t supposed to be walking at all.

And he kept turning back.

Not trying to escape.

Trying to return.

“I don’t want to go,” Tim muttered, voice low, frustrated, raw. He tried to twist in Bruce’s grip, glancing back toward the manor, toward Jason.

Bruce said nothing.

Tim’s fingers tensed, flexed, his agitation growing with every step away from the place he clearly thought he should be.

"I wasn’t done talking to him."

Bruce took note of that.

The phrasing.

Not I wasn’t done with my plan. Not I didn’t mean to push him.

No.

I wasn’t done talking to him.

Tim tried to dig his heels in, but Bruce was stronger, more practiced at pulling unwilling sons through this cave.

Tim exhaled sharply, his muscles shifting again, like he wasn’t built for standing like this.

Then, quieter, almost to himself—

“It wasn’t supposed to go like that.”

And then—a beat, a flicker of something more.

“I didn’t show him.”

Bruce’s grip tightened.

Ah.

That was it.

The pool incident wasn’t an accident.

And now, even in this state, his instincts were still pulling him back.

Bruce didn’t slow his steps.

But he filed that information away.

Tim wasn’t just changing.

He was choosing.

The cave air was cold, damp, thick with moisture from the natural pools and waterfalls.

Tim shivered slightly, still twisting in place like his body was fighting something unseen.

Bruce released him.

Tim stumbled.

Not because he was weak. Not because he was physically unstable.

Because his body didn’t expect to be upright.

Bruce motioned toward the medical chair.

Tim sat.

For five seconds.

Then, he moved.

It wasn’t obvious. Not a full attempt to flee.

But Bruce saw his weight shift, his foot slide, his body tilt toward the exit—toward Jason.

Bruce acted immediately.

He grabbed a beaker of water and threw it.

Tim jerked violently.

“What the—Bruce!”

The reaction was immediate.

A golden shimmer spread across his skin, glowing veins of light crawling down his arms, racing toward his legs—

And then his legs were gone.

Tim’s body collapsed.

The chair tilted sharply under the sudden weight shift.

Tim crashed onto the cave floor, tail slamming against the stone with a sickening smack.

His arms scrambled to catch himself, but there was nothing to grip, nothing to push off of.

His breath hitched, quick and shallow.

His tail twitched sharply, trying to compensate for a surface it wasn’t meant for.

Bruce watched.

Cataloging.

Analyzing.

Not just the physical transformation.

But Tim’s reaction.

He wasn’t scared.

He wasn’t panicking.

He was angry.

Tim exhaled sharply, glancing down at himself, frustration flashing in his expression.

"You threw water on me." His voice was flat, irritated.

Bruce didn’t react. "It was necessary."

Tim let out a short, sharp breath, fingers curling against the stone.

Then Bruce moved forward.

Tim tensed immediately.

Bruce’s gloved fingers brushed over the scales, feeling the texture—cool, smooth, but firm.

Tim’s jaw flexed.

His tail twitched, muscles tightening, a warning.

Then, without hesitation—

Bruce plucked a single scale.

Tim’s entire body flinched.

A sharp inhale, muscles locking up, tail recoiling violently.

Not a full-body spasm.

Not an attack.

But pain.

Bruce cataloged the reaction immediately.

More sensitive than expected. Direct nerve connection.

Tim slapped a hand over the wound immediately, breathing hard, covering it like an instinctive reflex.

Bruce held the scale between his fingers, watching as it shifted.

The moisture evaporated. The color dulled.

And in seconds—

It was no longer a scale.

It was skin.

Tim’s chest rose and fell unevenly, his grip still tight over the spot where the scale had been removed.

Bruce didn’t react.

Didn’t apologize.

Didn’t acknowledge the pain.

He simply set the dried scale down beside him.

Tim stared at it.

Then at Bruce.

His voice was hoarse, cold, but raw at the edges.

"Go to hell."

Bruce said nothing.

Then—the water moved.

Not intentionally.

But the pools in the cave reacted, ripples shifting, water crawling toward him like it was drawn to his presence.

Bruce’s gaze flicked to them immediately.

Tim’s fingers twitched.

The water moved faster.

It wasn’t random.

Not reflexive.

Instinctive.

Bruce narrowed his eyes.

“You’re controlling it,” he said evenly.

Tim’s jaw clenched. “I’m not doing anything.”

Bruce’s voice was calm, steady. “Yes, you are.”

Tim huffed sharply.

Then—the water surged.

Not an attack.

But toward him.

Tim felt it this time.

Bruce saw the way his body reacted, the way his breath caught—

And then—Tim twisted sharply, trying to pull himself upright, trying to dry off.

Bruce blocked his reach.

Tim’s agitation spiked instantly.

“Move,” he snapped.

Bruce didn’t. "Stay still."

Tim snarled, frustration bleeding into his expression.

And then—

The water snapped forward.

A thin arc shot from the nearest pool, hovering, suspended in the air, trembling like it was waiting for direction.

Tim’s breath hitched.

Bruce moved.

He reached for the sedative.

Tim saw it.

Tried to shift away.

“I need to get back,” he muttered again, dazed, unfocused, but certain.

Bruce pushed the needle in.

Tim jerked.

His tail twitched sharply, water rippling one last time—

Then his muscles slackened.

His body slumped.

Bruce let out a slow breath.

Then turned toward the monitors.

Footsteps.

Bruce didn’t turn.

Alfred’s gaze landed on Tim—unconscious, limp on the stone floor, still trapped in his transformation.

Then on Bruce.

His voice was measured. Calm.

But not soft.

"That was cruel, sir."

Bruce didn’t answer.

Didn’t look away.

Because he knew.

Even if he didn’t say it.

He knew.

Chapter Text

Tims eyes were open before his mind was, something foggy was pulling at the back of his neck; it hadn't moved for hours -- stirring with a click cck. He noticed a stinging prick behind his arm, undeniable.

Only remembering the bathroom, hiding a light-- Jason.

Still here, still real. It didn't go away.

But how did he get there?

Something cold travelled up his spine, he didn't know why his hair was wet.

Sitting up slowly, noticing the stinging sensation close to his fluke, not remembering what happened to make it raw. Or how the transformation was triggered, he wasn't in his room what felt like a moment ago.

Nothing. A complete gap in his memory that he could not pin on any particular event.

Faint static that burned on mute.

Flexing his fist, scarlet scales started to shimmer as heat rose from their surfaces, he was used to the heat now. A detail of his ordeal he could always be grateful for. His eyes were drawn to his window, he didn't recall shutting the blinds.

Steam sizzled -- suddenly spreading across his sight, the edges of the frail fabric that caught his eye dried, steamed -- smoked -- before igniting.

He flinched back, struggling to adjust himself upward -- the weight of his tail pinning him to the bed. He swung his arm, liquid from a nearby bottle sitting on the nightstand responded and threw itself towards the smoke, extinguished with a hiss.

What the hell was that... ?

Only after the smoke stopped from his window he noticed the burning in his lap, looking down scarlet scales paled, dried and cracked -- this hasn't happened before. It was never this hot.

He curls up, reaching for a towel he didn't notice on the edge of the bed, drying stray drops from the edges of his fins, feeling a rushing sensation take over him before he is back in his jeans. He noticed how his shirt loosely hung from the necklined.

It had been stretched -- it was still new.

Looking down he noticed a circular scab just below his knee, it wasn't there last night.

Tim scrambles to get up, ripping down the burnt curtain - trying to air out the creeping burning smell that filled the room. When he noticed how gray the view was from the window.

Outside he could hear footsteps, a cold rush travelled behind his neck, if there was no explanation before what could he say now. A pause, an eerie silence that filled his thoughts -- but there was no knock on the door, no hurried footsteps.

Tim couldn't help thinking who was just outside, nothing was unnoticed in the manor, trying not to think of what Dick, Alfred or even -- Jason would say.

Jason was there before his mind cut off, an unsettling creep rushed to his cheeks. If he didn't remember. Not even how he got here.

Tim was pacing without realizing, the room felt smaller walking circles in what felt like a bowl. How much longer can he keep this up -- how deep is this lie going to go before it goes away.

But it didn't go away.

12.15pm

His eyes kept on travelling to the digital clock resting on the nightstand.

He knew something happened but not knowing was eating him apart, the charred smell still lingered, he knew it was only a matter of time

-- the old copper handle jittered, the strained lock making its age known.

"Tim, what is that smell?" Dick's voice rung through the gaps in the door,

Tim freezes -- no plan, no answer ready. His mind couldn't focus on one particular thing, everything was a blur in the moment.

The silence stretched for another moment -- "Thought I'd check on you as well."

Something about that didn't sit well with Tim, Dick had no bad intentions but everyone was kept at arms reach, no more.

Tim mustered his thoughts together, "I'm okay, fell asleep with a lit candle" A stupid lie and he knew it. It's weak, immediate but he said it anyway.

Only receiving two lines Dick already felt like he was pressing, him along with every other resident knew something was not right, he speculated depression, others Damien -- a stubborn adolescent attitude.

Tim knew he was lingering just outside, hand still on the lock

"Alright, maybe keep the candle within reach next time" His voice sounded more reserved this time. The moment lingered, "Can you unlock this door..?" Tim hated how it was more of a plea than a request.

"Or we can talk here, but Alfred would be pretty peeved if these coffees go cold"

Of course Tim noticed the smell before anything was said, before his mind could catch up his hand was clicking the lock. Wasn't a moment before it opened to Dick's concerned yet relieved expression.

Tim avoided eye contact, he sank down to the edge of his bed, Dick stood a few steps back, holding two steaming mugs that cleared some of the haze behind his eyes.

Whatever he was pricked with was not the normal dosage.

DIck sat down next to him on the side of the mattress, leaving a noticeable space between them. It was respectful first before intruding, a pleasant contrast from the more stoic members of the family.

Ice still traced the lines of Tim's back, his posture was rigid like a soldier standing on a mine, one slip and it's over.

"So..." Dick broke the silence, Tim's eyes were locked on the mug resting on the bench, steam coated the edges -- a stray dripping brown drop from the rim keeping him at a distance.

"I'm not one hundred percent sure what has really been going on, but everyone has noticed" He took a breath, eyes diverting to the side. "I'm not here to pry at whatever is bothering you.. Everyone is worried about Tim."

Heat flushed to Tim's face, his throat felt dry, breaths going shallow, leaving all noise to his mentor, someone he felt he should trust with this.

Where could he even start though, too far gone, he knew there wasn't an excuse to the ongoing secrecy. He hadn't worn his mask in a month, it felt like years.

"Are you retiring?" That drew his attention, eyes locking on the space between them.

But he still did not have a response, too many thoughts dancing in his head to think,

"I don't want to talk about it.." was all he could muster, mind still loose.

"I'm not going to make you.." it felt honest, "but it's getting to a point..." Dick signed, dragging a hand down his face. "Everyone knows something went down last night... Jason made his usual dramatic exit this morning."

What?

Dick continued, not seeing how Tim paused, "He was not happy with you, kept on muttering how much of a -- and I quote; 'stupid dickhead' was repeated more than once", Dick couldn't hide his half smirk, if anyone received the blunt end of Jason's reactions, it was Nightwing.

"What did you do last night?"

The question there really wasn't an answer for, Tim allowed the silence to linger. Mouth opening and closing on its own, pallet dry and itchy.

"I know I upset a few people", that, he knew.

Dick didn't respond for a few moments, eyes darting across the room "I'd say call him but either his phone is off or he blocked everyone... again"

"He usually talks to you though" And those words carried an uncomfortable truth in the air, Tim tried not to let his thoughts about Jason linger, something unspoken between them for the last few years.

A distant tension that left off an uncomfortable atmosphere in the manor.

"You know you can talk to me though... right?" That last word hung for a moment.

"I know Dick," Tim responded, reserved, "I need time.."

Dick's eyes dropped down, resigned, "I can take a hint, don't worry" Dick stood with movement, making his way to the door. Before leaving, he glanced behind his shoulder, "I'll see you when you're ready to come out"

The handle clicked, footsteps faded down the empty corridor, the ringing behind his ears finally faltered. Tim took a deep breath, fading into a hiss. Reaching for the still steaming mug across the room.

It shifted before he could touch it, making him stall, the shifted liquid swaying over the edge and making contact with his wrist before he knew it. Now used to this, he leant back, letting the transformation overcome him before taking a sip of the lukewarm coffee.

Fins hung loosely towards the floor, accompanied with the uncomfortable weight that pulled him towards the edge of the bed, this was getting old -- his body is not designed for this environment.

Jason left the manor, lots of places he could be going, safehouses scattered around the city, friends woven between the scaffolding of the darker aspects of their community. It was the not knowing that annoyed everyone the most, Jason knew how not to be found.

When he didn't want to be.

This was something that Tim had no intention of prying further, too fixated on the unexplained gap in his memory, 12 hours at least from being confronted in the bathroom to nothing -- knowing he was tampered with as well, he didn't need to think hard to know who.

World's greatest detective afterall, Tim knew he had to know by now.

But no conversation? Confrontation..?

It felt like only a matter of time now.. He took a breath, hovering his hand just above his waist and slowly flexing his fingers, it reacted quickly again, more sensitive -- still raw from the last use of this power --, steam rising quickly from crismon scales before the mist overtook him and he was himself again.

Standing quickly, grabbing his coat, shoes & gloves he made his way out the door, not overhearing the crackling sound of the sky outside. A cool smell filled the hallway, complimenting the lifeless paintings that hung the walls.

He made his way to the foyer, intending to get on his bike and drive into the setting, but the sky rumbled again before he could reach the doorway. Falling drops darkened the steps of the manor and a sinking feeling filled the back of Tim's head.

Tim was stuck here.. Right

"Master Drake"

Alfred's intrusion made Tim jump, he couldn't see how far in his head he was, he swallowed, something thick and dry that stuck behind his tounge.

"Where are you off too..?" He enquired, an honest concern behind the question.

Tim turned, but didn't make eye contact "Just thought I'd stretch my legs a little.." he pushed his arms forward, trying to look casual but obviously strained "I really overslept.."

A pause, "Really umm  crashed out last night, don't know what got into me"

Alred raised an eyebrow, unimpressed with Tim's white lie. The rushing sound of rain filled the gaps between them.

"Yes, sir. I recall Master Bruce assisting you to your room." He took a breath, "Sir, is there anything you'd wish to discuss?"

Tim turned on his heel before his consciousness caught up, an uneasy flush behind his eyes for an uncomfortable reality he was not prepared to discuss. It was supposed to be gone after last night; what didn't he do properly?

Alfred was left there, watching Tim disappear across the corridors.

He made his way over to the grandfather clock that broke up the hallway, adjusting the big hand.  A wall started to shift behind him, steps rolling out in a synchronized pattern. Tim scurried down the steps, keeping his head down, ignoring the sound of screeching rodents that hung underground.

It was cold; he could see that the walls were damp. He was mindful of his gloves then, realizing it had become an unconscious habit in order to keep himself dry. He made his way down, into the dark cave where he could see both Bruce and Dick near the monitors, Barbara resting her palms on her keyboard.

First to notice him.

All conversation they may have been having haltered as soon as he entered the room.

"He lives.." Babs was the first to speak, breaking an uncomfortable silence in the open cave.

Tim felt exposed, something cold ran down his spine, feeling it run down to phantom fins, although he was standing on his feet. His eyes glanced beyond the titanium platforms that held them, seeing the running stream that flowed under the manor.

"Tim!" Dick exclaimed, "Finally come down for some training I see"

"He isn't" Bruce's voice cut through the air. He stared at Tim, forcing eye contact that told Tim everything. Bruce didn't look at him as Red Robin, as something different, something that has been changed.

Unnatural.

"Bruce what are you on about--"

"Nightwing as I was saying -- a sensor has been triggered in Arkham Asylum, I need you to go investigate this" Bruce's voice cut him off, a common occurrence. "Given recent transfers from blackgate there may be a potential breach"

Tim is still standing halfway up the stairs, attempting to avoid every eye in his direction.

Dick was already dressed, missing all but his domino, in the middle of the day as well. Typical. He raised a pointed finger towards Tim, "Raincheck okay! We will do something when I'm back! .. kay!" Picking up his escrima sticks, Dick made his way over to his bike.

Barbara ushered a gesture towards Tim, encouraging him the last few steps down, she saw how he wasn't blinking, a glossy expression that wouldn't focus on anything.

The hanger opened, a ramp extended and Nightwing rode out of the cave.

Bruce turned to look at Barbara and before his lips could part, "I have evidence to review upstairs," she turned her wheelchair in a swift movement, glancing back towards Tim, "We'll chat soon." A warm smile, and she was gone too.

The room felt smaller, though the space between them, Tim made way to turn but Bruce's voice cut through his movement.

"Sit down," He gestured to a nearby stool next to the table he was laid on last night, only he didn't know it.

Tim obliged, sinking slowly into the seat, eyes wandering to the table nearby. Something red caught his eye, small, circular.

His.

Bruce was staring at it too, neither knew what to say.

Tim shifted, feeling the stool shift under him, his throat was dry and uncomfortable. Bruce clicked on the monitor, and footage dated 7 hours ago shon on screen. He saw himself, looking drunk in the cave.

Ranting about... Jason.. Jesus, is that why he left, an unsettling heat rose to his cheeks.

The recording continued, he saw Bruce throw the beaker at him and that was the moment his heart sank, seeing his crimson fins fall onto the steel sterilised flooring set a chill deep in his bones.

"So did you know or just find out" Part of him already knew.

Bruce's gaze didn't break from the monitor, "For some time yes. You were not going to disclose this, despite what you have been told" Tim winced as his voice darkened.

The footage kept rolling, a grainy version of himself calling for Jason when he wasn't in the room, slipping to keep balance, coughing from the cold air. An uncomfortable spread of red that exposed this change that consumed him.

"While you have been dealing with this I have consulted Arthur, Kal dr and members of the league, whatever this is is unrecorded." Bruce was formal, quiet, aware it was just the two of them in the cavern. "Episodes like last night with unknown & uncontrolled behaviours.."

"The abilities are getting stronger," Tim's voice broke through the gap, he didn't think he could speak.

"Abilities?"

He raised his hand without thinking, water hauling down from the waterfalls surrounding cave walls froze in an instant, a growing creaking as his fingers shifted, ice cracking -- steam pushing through.

Winds rose in the cave, circling the waterfall as it shifted from Tim's control. Tim dropped his hand like he'd been burnt, the frozen arcs of water snapping and crashing to the currents below.

Bruce stood still, watching. No anger. No shock behind the cowl. Just the same stoic stillness everyone remembers seeing before a mission.

The stare wasn't cruel, but it was ongoing. "You don't have control," he said at last.

Eyes dropped to the cave floor, "who else knows?" Tim breathed out, feeling a pressure in his chest.

"Alfred," a pause, "we've respected your privacy this long, but this needs to be addressed"

"I'm not interested in being sprawled out on your lab table Bruce.."  He took a breath, "I touch water, 10 seconds after that I spawn fins and usually fall down" It was becoming harder to ignore the pull in his chest, it kept him at a distance. Feeling smaller as the storm carried on outside.

"You are not stable. Your abilities appear to be volatile" Tim knew when Bruce was ignoring emotion, sticking stubbornly to the cold truth of the matter. He ran a hand down his face, sitting on the stool next to Tim, a half-hearted attempt to get to this level.

Tim knew his tactics, he looked away gripping at the stinging spot on his calf. Releasing it matched the red scale on the dish next to him, "what am I now..?"

"I don't know.." Bruce answered.