It was now 3:46 a.m. and all members of the Wayne household were now asleep, well, all but one. The youngest, Timothy Drake, was currently rushing as he quietly made his way to the Bat cave.  He quickly grabbed a small duffle bag- he previously filled with clothing- and added some beneficial items including first aid, his phone (he turned the tracking device off of course), and some gear.

Tim then rapidly changed into his Robin outfit before grabbing his duffle bag and hopping on his motorcycle. Hopefully, he would find some sort of clue about Bruce's death, because that was his plan.

Dick and Jason were taking too long to find anything out, and he doubted that Barbara would be of much help. So, he had to do this on his own even if he was taking a huge risk by sneaking out, Tim wanted to do it and he had to prove to Jason and Dick that he wasn't in denial. And he swore he wouldn't come back until he he had proof of it.

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It was early in the morning and Dick was currently downstairs in Wayne Manor waiting for the youngest of the males to arrive.

"What time does be usually wake up?" Dick asked Alfred while checking the time. It was currently ten a.m.

"Master Tim usually awakens at seven."

"I'm gonna go check on him and see what's keeping him." Dick headed up the stairs.

Dick didn't bother asking about Jason because who knew what time he woke up and he really didn't want to talk to Jason right now. Not after the previous events.

Once Dick reached the door, he lightly knocked," Tim?"

After a few moments of silence, Dick knocked again but when he received no response he decided to enter the room. Dick was shocked to discover the boy wasn't in his room.

"Tim?" He called out again. When he didn't get a response he quickly headed down the stairs.

"Alfred, Tim's not in his room."

"Are you sure? Perhaps he is in the gym." Alfred suggested. Dick nodded and headed towards the gym.

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It took Dick half an hour to completely check the whole mansion for Tim while even looking outside and in his room again.

So he resorted to the Batcave. As soon as he saw Tim's costume missing, he knew something was wrong. No way Tim would go on patrol this early, so what was he doing?

"What do you want with me, Golden Boy?"
Dick heard Jason's voice echo through the large cave," Alfred said you needed me."

"Have you seen Tim?"

"I just woke up? Where could I have possibly seen him- my dreams?"

"I can't find him and his suit is missing." Dick quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket and began dialing Tim's number while questioning why he didn't do this earlier. Dick was almost immediately sent to voicemail," Tim, where are you? Get back to the mansion. Why didn't you tell anyone when you left?!"

"He's probably just out on patrol again."

"You know for a fact that Batman and Robin never patrol this early." Dick felt weird as the word Robin rolled of his tongue. He was Robin... But so was Tim, and at one point, Jason was too. So, why did it make him feel weird. Maybe because Robin was his name. A name his mom gave him, and Bruce just gave out the name- like it was nothing.

"Well, that's all I can think of. Call me when you find something out, Golden Boy." Jason began to walk up the stairs, but was stopped by Dick. "Why do you call me that?"

"Cause it's true." Jason once again began to leave and was once again stopped by Dicks voice.

"Why are you even here Jason?"

"Because Alfred told me you needed help."

"You know that's not what I mean." The room went silent for a moment before Jason replied," Bruce died. You expect me not to tell anyone that I'm still alive?"

"You weren't planning on telling anyone anyways!"

"I had a plan!"

"Yeah, and a dumb one at that."

"You don't even know what it was."

"You should have come back to talk to Bruce. So, he didn't kill the Joker, but you could at least worked things out!"

"Oh, because you two worked things out so perfectly when you left. Funny, cause I remember a little disobedient boy who left cause he was stupid and got himself shot."

Dick was now mad. Bruce had fired him. Of course he left. Bruce took the only thing from him that mattered," You know it wasn't like that!"

"Do I really? Oh, and guess what? The Joker also helped in your leaving too! So, what's the difference?"

"You died Jason! Bruce blamed himself for your death! Everyone did!" To be honest, even Dick did. As soon as he heard of Jason's death, he thought that if he would have never left Gotham, Batman wouldn't have gotten a new Robin and Jason wouldn't have died.

"Yet, no one did a damn thing about it! The worlds greatest detective didn't even seem to notice that there wasn't even a body in the casket he buried!"

"He was too upset to notice! Why didn't you at least give him a hint, or better yet, just tell him?"

"I did. I gave him many hints. I told you I had a plan. I was helping Gotham by-.... You know what, I'm done with this conversation! Why are we even talking about this?!" And with that Jason stormed off into the manor muttering words, but Dick would only decipher,"- Golden Boy."

Dick almost wanted to follow to ask Jason what he meant by 'helping Gotham'. Had Jason actually been doing good for the city? And if so, why hadn't Batman or Robin-Tim- known about it?