A/N:  Everybody out there who has a low self esteem, and you think you have a ton of flaws... and trust me, all of us do, just remember, your flaws make up who you are.  They don't make you worse, they make you you.  And just remember before you beat yourself up to hard when you miss a test question, or your outfit is bad..... you are perfect and don't think otherwise.  TO ALL THOSE PEOPLE... this is dedicated to you <3

Tim sat on the roof of the Wayne Manor.  It was normal to him, and normal to his adopted dad and grandfather/butler, his adopted brothers, and his adopted sister.  It was normal.  But to a passerby, or a stranger, or a kid that was just hoping to see the famous Wayne Manor, it looked odd.

But then again, what type of kid sat on the very edge of a shingled rooftop that slanted down?  Well, Tim already knew he was no ordinary kid.  Even his classmates could see it.  Not in the way his 'family' did, but, he was kind of exceptional from the start.

In his studies, his extra-curricular activities, his everything.  He was always recognized at school as the genius.  And at home he was respected for being an amazing hacker.  Even on the streets as his superhero identity, he was tough, and almost as feared as Batman was.  No one could beat Batman, though.

But if Timothy Jackson Drake were to be totally honest, he hated being exceptional.  No one could see past his almost perfect exterior, and see flaws, imperfections, and odd things.  No one could see he was just another 14 year old, trying to figure out the world.  How to take it on.  He knew he was more fortunate since he was smarter, better, maybe faster at everything, but sometimes it could be a small curse.  And no one could seem to find his major flaws.  Well, there were only two that were bad and they were major enough.  He couldn't be on stage.  He had a hard time talking to people.

With talking to people... Like, with girls outside his family and team, he couldn't talk to them.  He would say something bad or mean or maybe even insulting, but he never meant it.  He just couldn't think of the best thing to say.  So he kept quiet and to himself.  He just couldn't get how Dick, or sometimes even Damian and Jason were able to talk that easily to people.  But Bruce Wayne, how was he able to talk to them so easily and never even give away his identity?  Every time he spoke, he was afraid... what if he said the wrong thing?  What if he accidentally talked about Red Robin, and whilst he was talking they saw his face blush and his eyes avert anybodies?  What if they got suspicious?  He couldn't have his family risk being found out!!  They might all go to jail!  After all, they were vigilantes... And he knew it would be useless to get his family to lie out of it..... or bribe out of it.....

And one stage... that was just a fear.  A fear..... how did people do it?

"Hey Timmy," Dick stood behind him, his black hair mussed, his eyes sparkling, and his hands on his hips in that sassy position that he used on Bruce when he got in trouble,"What's up?"

"Nothing.." Tim lied, trying to smile and failing.  But then again, he wasn't able to lie as easily either.

"I know somethings up.  I mean it's been about five hours since you've been up here!  So I brought you a snack.  You know, thought my baby bro might be a little hungry!" Dick kindly said, holding out an apple and a black of cheese, then after Tim grabbed them, he sat by him,"What's wrong?"

"There's no hiding anything from anyone in the Bat family is there?" Tim sighed, looking at his carelessly untied Converse.

"You know it!" Dick joked, mussing his brother's hair,"We're a family of detectives kid, you can't hide anything from detectives.  Especially the dark rings around the eyes... telling me my Tim bird hasn't been sleeping lately."

Tim knew he shouldn't be surprised, at all,"Wow."

"Yeah," Dick snorted,"But you know you're the best detective of us all!  The bestest.  Better than Batman."

"If you skipped a ton of grades, why don't you know that bestest isn't a word?" Tim said, stalling.

"Oh please, I can  never cheer you up can I?" Dick chuckled, once again pushing his jet black hair out of his face.

"Hehe..." Tim added sarcastically, moving his fingers nervously.

"Come on, what's bothering you?"  Dick asked more seriously, trying to keep his hair from his eyes.

"Um... I'm not perfect." Tim said.

Dick burst out laughing, almost falling from the roof, but catching himself last second,"Oh that is a good one."

"What?" Tim was beyond confused.

"No one is perfect.  No one.  Hey, and you know what, if you let them be, our flaws can be our perfections in moments of peril.  Think about that for a while little brother." and Dick stood up and left.

Tim sighed, and thought about it.  Maybe, just maybe, take Dick for an example.  He was pretty much a lot of things.  Smart, funny, flexible.  He was a natural born leader.  He could do a flip like nobody's business.  His back handsprings were always beautiful, and his arial's were beyond amazing.  He was smart, well not as smart as Tim himself.  But he seemed to know just what to do.  Any situation.  Anything.  But his flaw, and everybody knew, was that he didn't believe in himself enough, and that led to him not caring what happened to him.  It's gotten him into more tight spots then ever.  And the more Tim thought about it, it was Dick's strength too.  By not caring what happened to himself, he was able to block a shot on his family.  Saving other people without a care of what happened to him.  So it was a strength.

'Red Robin!  Watch out!'  Nightwing cried out.

'How will we ever beat them 'Wing?' Red Robin shouted back.

'Wait for B to come! And I've radioded Hood and Robin, they should be here any moment!'  Nightwing hollered.

'Nightwing?' Red Robin was staring at the barrel of a gun.

'Get out!' Nightwing pushed Red Robin out of the way, taking the shot himself.

'Nightwing....?' Red Robin asked, pushing the thug that had shot his brother out of way.

'You kay Red?'

'Am I okay?'

'Only matters if you are.'

And Jason.  Well Jason was pretty much a grump.  He could shoot anything from anywhere. Tim had once seen him shoot an apple from over a mile away.  Well, maybe not a mile.  But Jason was good.  He wasn't the smartest, the nicest, the kindest, or the rule follower.  In fact he would do everything opposite the law.  Don't drive on the opposite side of the road you're supposed to be on... Jason's done it.  No loitering outside police stations.... Jason's done it.  Don't scare the little kids in the hospital by opening their windows and saying 'I'm coming for you....' yeah, well Jason's done it.  Pretty much a natural born trouble maker.  And that would be his flaw.  But, without his practical jokes, the boys without their superhero costumes on would be dead.

'Hey!' the thug shouted, pushing the barrel of gun through the hall,'Come on out Wayne boys!'

Damian swallowed,'Grayson?  What'll we do?'

'This one is up to Jason.' Dick said smirking.

'What?!  Todd?! ' Tim and Damian shouted in unison.

'Oh yeah.  Jason remember that trick you used when we were younger?'  Dick replied, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

'Never thought you'd ask big brother.  Finally my practical jokes get put to good use.' Jason replied, pulling a few odd things from his pockets.

A few minutes later, the thug had a bucket of ice water soaking him, string tangled around his ankles, glue all over his shirt, and an angry hive of bees on his butt.

Bruce Wayne rushed through the door,'BOYS!..... oh..... you don't need saving?'

And Damian, he was such a brat sometimes.  But he could be fine.  He was pretty much an assassin turned good.  And that thought could be scary sometimes, like when the kid glared at you, you needed to move, fast.  With Dami, looks could kill.  Literally.  But Damian never ever showed any feeling.  Like, Dick would hug him, Dami would glare.  Not good at showing his feeling at all.  Like one time when Tim had tried to talk to him, Damian turned red, hit him and rushed him out of the room.  But, this little flaw had come in handy sometimes.  Sometimes.

'Hey' the man held up a gun and grabbed a limp Red Robin up in the air,'I'll kill him if you don't give me that!'

'Okay then.' Robin replied calmly.

'Um... okay so I won't kill him.' the man picked up Red Hood,'Him?'

'Whatever!' Robin punched the man in the face.

So, Tim smiled, your flaws can be perfections.  You just have to embrace them. 

Also, THIS QUESTION NEEDS TO BE ANSWERED BY ALL OF MY READERS!  So, I know Cassandra Cain lives with the Bat Fam, right?  So should I add her as a minor character who lives in the manor?