Just Robin Oneshots Part 2

Downfalls of a billionaire's ward pt 2

Me: Okay I should make this a little fluffy

The voice in the back of my head: MAKE IT ANGSTY

Me: Well shit I guess I'll do that

Dick's mouth opened to say something. Anything. He needed an excuse but he couldn't pluck one out of thin air. Tim stared at him in a similar shock. He couldn't believe it. Why didn't he say something about this? He suspected this wasn't the only one he'd received either. It made reference to at least two others, both being sent last weekend. It was detailed too. The violent acts explained clearly and methodically rather than quick and outlandish like most death threats were. This wasn't some "I hope you kill yourself" Twitter reply, this was serious. Half the stuff in there was so specific it painted a very vivid image in his head. He didn't want that image there. He walked over to a drawer he knew Dick kept his important things in. Sure enough, there were more letters. Dick moved forwards to stop him but didn't get very far. Tim shifted through the letters in disgust of the language and acts included in them. "How long has this been going on for?" Tim asked.

"Tim, please-"

"How long?" he repeated only more sternly. 

Dick sat on the couch with his legs folded and his head in his hands. "Started around the same time as when I got this place so half a year maybe," he admitted. Tim let out a tiny gasp, covering his mouth with the back of his hand as he clenched the letters tighter. He threw them onto the countertop, wishing they'd incinerate with one glare. He shyly walked over and sat next to the older. "Who's sending them?"

"Damned if I know. Damned if anybody knows in all honesty. I don't even know if it's one person or multiple," he answered, moving his hands so they were holding his arms. He squeezed them tightly in search of comfort but he couldn't get it. He hadn't been able to get it for the last two weeks. "I'm not normally freaked out by these things. I've been getting threats since I was a kid and found where Bruce was burning them but... some of them just don't sit right," he expanded.

"You should've told Bruce," Tim insisted.

"Why do you think he's been away so much?" Dick asked. Tim stared at him, desperately trying to connect the dots. "I told him to make an excuse. He's been trying to find who's doing this since I can hardly find the time. Only got him involved when my paranoia got the best of me and I thought an old lady was trying to kill me in a back alley." He laughed to himself but it wasn't a real laugh.

Tim took a minute to let it all sink in. "You didn't want to hang out with me this weekend, did you? This was just because you were scared of being alone," he said glumly. Dick quickly grabbed one of his hands tightly, giving him a smile. 

"Quite the opposite. I wanted you here to spend time with you. We haven't made any headway on the case and just in case things didn't work out, I wanted a good weekend before then."

"What do you mean?" Tim inquired desperately.

"Whoever this is said they were coming here on Monday morning to finally have their way. From the stuff they've written, I'm not in for a good time. I can't even go anywhere to hide because they're constantly watching," he elaborated. He sighed, seeing Tim's expression become more fearful. "Tim, I think you should go home. This isn't fair on you," he stated, realizing the danger he was putting his brother in. Tim shook his head furiously.