Protect the Wayne's

Chapter Eighteen

Damian's Pov

I just entered Tim's room with Dick and Jason. Tim lay motionless on his bed, his face pale and bruised. The sight of him in such a vulnerable state sent a wave of fear through me. I couldn't help but wonder how this could have happened to someone as skilled and capable as Tim. "What happened, Conner?" I ask with venom in my voice. Conner's face contorted with guilt as he looked down at the floor. "I... I don't know all the details yet," he stammered. "But it seems like Tim was ambushed by a group of highly trained assassins. They were after some classified information he had obtained. He put up a good fight, but they outnumbered him." My anger intensified as I clenched my fists, determined to find those responsible and make them pay for what they did to Tim. "Also, Tim said something about Lex Luthur." Conner says this with concern in his voice. "Well, I do know that the assassins are the league of assassins." I say it with rage in my voice. "Luthur is going to pay for this," Jason says with an angry expression. "Boys, calm down for now, but we need to act quickly and strategically to bring justice to Tim," father interjected, trying to maintain a level head amidst the rising tension. "Let's gather all the information we have and devise a plan to infiltrate the league of assassins and expose their connection to Lex Luthur," Father suggested, hoping my words would quell their anger and focus their determination. "I have to agree with Bruce, Jason, and Damian," Dick says. "We can't let our emotions cloud our judgment. We need to approach this situation with a clear and calculated mindset," Dick adds, emphasizing the importance of rational thinking in such a critical mission. "Let's gather our resources and intelligence to ensure we have a solid foundation before taking any action," he suggests, urging everyone to prioritize preparation over impulsiveness.

Jason's Pov

I am so pissed off and looking at Tim in his bed, not moving. I can feel the anger boiling inside me as I struggle to control my emotions. Seeing Tim lying there motionless fills me with a burning desire for revenge. But Dick's words echo in my mind, reminding me of the importance of rationality in this situation. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to step back and focus on gathering the necessary information before making any impulsive decisions. "Jason, I know that you want revenge, but how about we go spar?" Dick says, looking at me with a small smile. I take a moment to consider Dick's suggestion. Perhaps channeling my anger into physical activity will help me find some clarity. The idea of sparring with Dick, who is skilled in combat, might just be the outlet I need to release my pent-up frustration and regain control over my emotions. With a nod, I agree, grateful for his understanding and support in this difficult time. "Conner, watch Tim, and come get us if he wakes up." I said I was walking out of Tim's room. As I walk to the training room, my rage continues to grow. I clench my fists, feeling the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The thought of unleashing my fury on the punching bag brings a small sense of relief, as if each strike could release some of the tension building inside me. With each step towards the training room, I can't help but hope that this physical exertion will help clear my mind and bring me some much-needed peace.

*Three hours later*

Tim's Pov

I woke up in my room and saw that Conner was asleep in a chair next to my bed. I couldn't help but feel grateful for his presence, knowing that he had stayed by my side throughout the night. As I slowly sat up, I couldn't help but wonder how long he had been there, watching over me. Despite the exhaustion in his eyes, there was a sense of determination and loyalty that emanated from him. It was in moments like these that I realized how lucky I was to have someone like Conner in my life. "Conner, wake up," I told him. He stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open as he shifted in the chair. "Hey," he mumbled, his voice filled with sleepiness. "How are you feeling?" I smiled, touched by his concern. "Better, thanks to you," I replied, grateful for his unwavering support. "I am going to get your brothers because they are worried about you," Conner says. I nodded, appreciating his thoughtfulness. As Conner left the room to fetch my brothers, I couldn't help but reflect on how lucky I was to have him by my side during tough times like these. His unwavering support and genuine care were truly invaluable to me.

Dick's Pov

Conner comes flying into the training room where I, Damian, and Jason were. "Guys, Tim is awake. He wants to see all of you," Conner says, excitement evident in his voice. We exchanged glances, a mix of relief and anticipation filling the room. Tim's recovery had been a long and arduous journey, and finally hearing that he was awake brought a sense of hope to all of us. Without wasting any time, we followed Conner back to Tim's room, eager to see our brother and offer our unwavering support during his healing process. We enter Tim's room, and he is sitting up on his bed. "Tim, what happened on that mission?" Jason asks. Tim takes a deep breath, his eyes filled with a mix of emotions. "It was intense," he begins, his voice steady. "We were ambushed by enemy forces, outnumbered, and outgunned. But we fought back with everything we had." Jason carefully hugged Tim. "Don't worry, we will defeat my mother and Luthur Tim." Damian says it with a determained face. "I will not let my mother hurt my family." Damian says it with anger in his voice. "I agree with Babybat Talia, and Luthur won't get along with this." I say it with rage seeping through my voice. "We will rally our allies and strategize a plan to take them down," Jason adds, his determination evident. "Together, we will protect our loved ones and ensure justice is served." Damian nods, his resolve unwavering. "We won't rest until they are defeated and our family is safe," he declares, his voice filled with determination.