Red Robin's POV
After these past few crazy weeks, I decided to go out of town for a while. Although, the place I'm going isn't any better. I'm going back to Gotham. Other than to get out of San Francisco, I wanted to go back to my old stomping ground. Where it all began. And to see how Bruce been doing. So, best of luck to me.I made it back to Gotham and arrived at the mansion. It's been so long since I've seen this place, maybe too long. I rang the doorbell and awaited for Alfred to open the door. But when the door opened, I saw a little kid standing there. "Um...hi?" I said, who is this kid? "You must be Tim Drake." he said, how does everyone know me!? "And you are?" I asked "Damian. Bruce will be up in a moments notice." the kid, Damian, told me and walked to the couch. I went into the house and just sat on the couch with Damian and waited for Bruce.
"You know, you were a sad excuse for a Robin." I heard Damian say "Excuse me?" I asked, wondering did I hear that right. "You ran away for job because of an incident that a real fighter would have recovered from." he explained, who the hell does this kid think he is?! "Kid, don't act like you know me." I told him, getting a bit aggravated "Your name is Timothy Jackson Drake. You are seventeen years old. Your parents are Jackson Drake and Janet Drake. You were thirteen when you became Robin. Need I go on?" he stated, okay maybe he does know me. "Listen, what I went through is none of your business, alright!?" I told him, not wanting to talk about this anymore. He stopped, until I heard him mumble "Weakling." I got up and got in his face "Do you have a problem?" I asked, ready to knock his damn head off! "I suggest you calm down, Tim. I'm not the one you should try fighting. I promise, it won't end well." Damian stated, and I smiled and punched him right in his face "Try me, punk!" I exclaimed and got in my fighting stance. He recovered and got in his fighting stance ad well. Time to show this little brat who he's messing with!
I tried kicking him, but he jumped over me and spin kicked me in the head hard. I stumble back, and when he tried attacking I flipped and slammed him into the table. He then rolled to the couch and took out a katana. I then took out two sharp birderangs and ran towards him to fight again. He swung the katana at me but I dodged and swung my birderangs twice at him but he blocked it with his katana. I then back flipped and threw it at him and it cut his cheek. Blood came from his cheek, and in a furious anger he can at me and swung rapidly. I then took out another birderang and clashed it with his katana. "Stop!" we heard, and looked to the side to see Bruce.
I stopped and walked up to Bruce furiously "Who the hell is this little brat you got in the manor?!" I asked, beyond livid! "This is Damian Wayne." he announced, and I stopped in shock. Did he say Wayne? "Wayne?" I asked "Yes, he's my son." he finally told me, and I just stood there with no words. "Okay, what have I missed?!"
After an hour, he explained to me the story. "So, you're telling me Talia All Gul drugged you and slept with you. Then, had a baby and kept it from you all this time until now?" I asked, just to make sure I got it all right, and he nodded. "That's...interesting." I said, not really knowing what to say "What's wrong? Angry that you are no longer the protocol son?" Damian asked, being a little asshole again! "How about you do me a favor and suck my-" "Tim!" Bruce interrupted, and I just sighed. "What's brings you here?" Bruce asked "I came to take a small break from the team, not fighting your little bastard over there." I said, and he gave me a very disgusted look. "Well, make yourself at home. And try not to trash the place." Brucr stated, and walked away while I looked and Damian and said "No promises."
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