Jason Todd's Daughter

I know you

      Wow, his head hurt. It felt like he'd been hit in the head with Harley's hammer.
       Tim's eyes slowly flickered open. Arya was sleeping beside him in a chair, her head resting on his lap.
      So that's what that weight was..
      Glancing around Tim frowned, why was he in the medical bay?
    "What happened?" He asked himself trying to recall the events that had led up to now.
      Wincing he made a quick note to not talk to much, his throat ached. Bringing his hand up to his throat he felt a bandage wrapped around his neck.
      Kory, throat, dangling in the air, wall. It all came rushing back.
      His bright blue eyes widened, Batman and Robin! He needed to warn them that Jason was loose, and that he had backup.
      Reaching for his com, he sighed rolling his eyes in annoyance, They just had to take the com didn't they. And..my utility belt, great.
      Lifting Arya's head off his lap he carefully got off of the bed; being even more cautious as he lowered her head back down.
      Sinking into the shadows, Tim briefly ran through his plan.
      All he had to do was reach the Batcomputer undetected. Once there he could contact his father. After that he simply had to avoid getting caught until Batman showed up.
      Just as he was about to round the final corner, he pressed himself tightly against the wall, Roy was standing inside the room by the computer.
      Roy frowned, looking towards the entry way. He could of sworn...
      His eyes narrowed, casually making his way towards the hall, he stopped dead at the entrance.
      Tim breathed in silently, praying that the archer wouldn't look to his right.
     Which if course he did. Before Roy could react and radio in for back-up Tim  lunged, his body a blur of motion as he delivered swift kicks and punches at Arsenal.
      Aiming a high kick at his head, Tim let out a squeak of surprise as Roy caught it and sent him tumbling towards the floor.
      With a neat flip Tim skidded to a stop, just avoiding crashing into the wall behind him.
      Looking back up, Tim huffed in annoyance, Roy's   bow was now loaded and currently aimed at him. 
     "Don't," the red head warned as he saw the Robin's body tense, the kid was going to make a move.
      Raising a hand in surrender, Tim asked,"I don't suppose we can talk  about this?"
      Roy pulled back more on the string in response.
    "Guess not!" Tim quipped using his other hand to throw the smoke bomb he had snagged off of Roy earlier at the archer.
     Using the smoke for cover Tim pulled himself up and into the ceiling rafters.
     Tim then watched in amusement from his perch as Roy warily scanned the fog for any signs of him.
      Now! Tim jumped slamming his feet into Roy's back, making him fall forwards.
     Tim backflipped off of Arsenal, landing in a crouch directly behind his opponent "Sweet dreams!"
      Roy had recovered from his initial shock and turned to deflect whatever the Robin had aimed at him but as fast as he was, Tim's desperation made him faster.
      Red Robin chopped his hand across the side of Roy's neck, knocking the archer out cold.
      Now what? The Robin was so close to where the Cave's Batcomputer was.
      If he could make it there before Jason realized something was wrong, then Tim could call Batman and warn him about Jason.
     But first, he had to deal with the unconscious archer. Grabbing both of Roy's arms Tim dragged him into the nearest cell he could find. 
     Which would be, ah, well, okay so it wasn't actually a cell; it was the bulletproof,  Batman-suit display case. But it would do. It should be able to hold Arsenal for a bit if he woke up before Tim managed to contact Batman.
     As for the Red Hood, all that Timothy was praying for was that Jason didn't walk into the main part of the Batcave right now.
    Tim had nothing personal against the Red Hood except for his killing people.
     But they were usually criminals. And not the average kind, Hood's victims were normally human traffickers, murderers, and drug lords.
     Besides, the anti-hero was technically his step-brother. And he had always looked up to the previous Robin...
     Tim sat down in the chair as soon as he reached the computer. 
     Taking a deep breath he dutifully brushed away the slight feeling of guilt he had and pressed call.
      Typing rapidly on a few keys he unlocked the computer, quickly bringing up contacts, finding the one he was looking for he hit call.
      "Batman, please pick up," He whispered to himself as he stared at the screen.