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"...and the renovation will be finished in 2 to 3 months." Tim stepped out from the shadows he was hiding in to reveal himself to Bruce and Alfred, who were talking in the still perfectly untouched office of Bruce. "Two to three months? And where will be staying till then?" Tim asked as took a seat in front of Bruces desk without being invited to do so. "Young master Tim, how many times have I told you how rude it is to but in to a private conversation without permission?" Alfred scolded. Tim shot him a sheepish grin as a sign of apology and Alfred only rolled his eyes in return. Bruce had his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he scanned through the blue prints and paperwork sheets on his desk, a look of displeasure written clearly on his usually blank face. He was not happy.
"We'll be staying at the penthouse in upper Gotham." He mumbled dismissively to answer Tims earlier question. "What about the cave?", Bruce glared at him, "what about it?" was his clipped tone reply. Tim put his hands up in surrender, "Hey I'm just trynna figure out how you're going to pull this off". Bruce rubbed his eyes out of tiredness, "Listen Tim, we'll talk later . Right now I want you and Damian to pack whatever you can and be ready to leave in the next few hours. I need to talk to Alfred." With that being said Tim gave a nod and headed for the guest room he's been staying in temporarily since the night of the attack a few days ago. The invasion left a quarter of Gotham in flames, another in destruction, and the rest with a serious need of renovation. Even the manor wasn't an exception to the invaders wrath. The left wing of the manor, the wing with the main bedrooms and entrance to the cave from the inside, had been set on fire and flooded. Luckily the manors home security system was able to take out the fire before it spread to the whole manor, but it was still damaged none the less. Now the left wing had to be drained and rebuilt a bit to get it back up to par.
He flopped on his bed once he reached his room and stretched his stiff and sore muscles. The fight between the invaders and the Bats got so out of hand they had to call up the Justice League, much to Bruces dismay, but he was no fool and knew when he was losing a fight and needed back up. The aftermath left Bruce with a broken left arm and bruised ribs, Damian with a twisted ankle and concussion, Tim with a limp in his right leg and bruised back. Dick and Jason had walked away with the most damage. Dick taking a bad beating after going head to head with the leader of the invaders and coming out with a alien gunshot wound to his back and a broken jaw. Jason on the other hand came out with a cracked skull and stab wound to the gut that has him in critical condition and coma up in the Watchtower. The past few days have been nothing short of chaotic for the bat family.Bruce was drowning himself in work related issues to keep himself from going insane with the panic and stress he was feeling. They all knew how sensitive Bruce was when it came to death and Jason. They had just gotten the previously deceased former Robin back into the folds of the family, and now he was on the brink of being snatched away from all of them again, and knowing that left the Wayne family in distress. On top of that Dick was slipping in and out of consciousness and showing little to no sign of recovery over the gunshot wound. Almost as if the alien beam that hit him had a kind of chemical to keep one's body from recovering, which left Dick connected to an endless supply of blood bags of his type to keep him from bleeding out.
Yeah the past few days have been hell.
Tim was snapped out of his thoughts when Damian barged into his room and quietly walked over to his bed and sat down on it.
"Drake." He said as a form of greeting and Tim looked at him in worry. They were a bit older now and didn't bicker as much as before when they were smaller, but they still were hardly ever civil with each other.
"Are you okay?" was Tims reply, making sure to keep any sign of emotion out of his voice because God forbid the demon spawn had to face emotions. Damian stayed quiet in response which sent warning bells ringing in the older of the twos' head. Damian always had a quick, sassy and sarcastic comeback when asked such trivial things. Always. Tim sat up and faced him only to see a distraught look on the younger's face. Tim ruffled his hair in a rare form of affection but stayed quiet. If Damian wanted to talk he'll wait for him to start, otherwise he wasn't going to push it. Damian leaned into the touched and sighed before laying back onto the bed and covered his eyes with his arm. Tim removed his hand from his hair and lied back down too, staying quiet all the while. After ten minutes of shared silence Tim spoke up, "Bruce said to pack what you can and to be ready in the next hour or so. We're going to the penthouse in upper Gotham." A grunt was Damian's form of acknowledgement. He really was Bruce's son.
"I worry for Todd and Grayson."
"We all do. But don't worry, I mean death couldn't even keep Jason down and Dick is strong. They'll survive."
"But his skull...and the wound...and his back..." Damian's voice trailed off. "Have a little faith in them baby bat."
"Drake I don't believe you understand the chances of them coming out of this alive" Was Damian's grave reply. Tim sat up and stared at the younger, who was still lying down with his arm covering his eyes.
"You listen to me Dami. They are going to make it and they are going to be fine don't you doubt that. Don't you dare doubt them."
That response got Damian to remove his arm from across his eyes and stare at Tim. "Young Masters there has been a change of plans regarding where you'll be staying. You and master Bruce will be staying with the Kent's at their home in Kansas." This got the boys to snap their attention to the family butler, "What?" "But why?" They said over each other. "I thought we were going to the penthouse?" Tim squeaked, with his heart pounding in his chest. This was not happening. It couldn't be. "Yes but master Bruce and master Clark have seem to come to an agreement of sorts. Now hurry and pack up young sirs, you'll be leaving within the next hour." They stared at the spot Alfred was just standing at in absolute horror. "This has got to be some terrible joke." Damian huffed out in disbelief. They were reacting to the news for one reason only. The Kent boys were merciless when it came to flirting and didn't stop trying until they got what they wanted. In this case Kon was relentlessly going after Tim, while Jon went for Damian. And let's not forget the way Clark lived for the moments of irritating Bruce while pursuing him.
What made it interesting was that the Wayne's secretly loved the attention and being chased.