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Tim sits in his room at Drake manor. He desperately wishs for a stuffed animal. He knows he is to old now. He's 13, and a half technically. Plus he's a Drake. They don't have stuffed animals. Though that doesn't chance the fact that he wants one. He never got stuffed animals growning up. Not ones he can cuddle or sleep with each night. Only little ones on his bookselfs. Make-up presents from his parent. For when they missed his brithday or a different holiday.
God, he wishs his parents were here. Or anyone. Just someone to comfort him. Mabye wrap him in a warm hug. Assure him that Bruce doesn't hate him. Even if it would just be a lie. A bad one to. He really screwed up this time.
He was just looking for a good place in the manor to sit down and work on school work. He didn't even know about the library till he stumbled into it. He quietly sat on the couch. Curling his legs to his side and typing away at the computer. A bright smile on his face as he remembered after patrol last night.
Tim stayed at the manor the night before. He was putting in the report, when he fell asleep. Bruce carried him all the way to his room in the guest wing. Tim was half asleep the whole time, but loved every minute of it. He couldn't remember the last time he got tucked in. Although Tim out of everyone should know nothing happy can last forever.
Bruce walks by a catchs Tim in the library. Anger rushes through his vains. That was Jasons room. Not Tims. Not only does he fall asleep on the batcomputer, but now he's in Jason's spot. "Get out." Bruce growls in his low batman voice.
This startles Tim like crazy. He jumps out of he seat into a fighting stance. He catches Bruce's glare and froze. That was his angry face, but what about. "Bruce, you okay?"
"Get out." He repeats Tim could tell he was talking. Yet can't hear any thing.
"Can you repeat that?"
"GET OUT." He screams. Causing Tim to grab his backpack and laptop, and flee. He ran all the way out the front door and down the stairs. Only stoping to grab his skateboard. He rode all the way to drake manor. He knows better then mess with Bruce. Especially when he's mad.
Thats where he is now. All alone again. Wishing for someone or something to give him comfort. He wraps his arms around his legs, and rest his head on his knees. Crying while he gives himself a hug. The only one to comfort him is himself. Like it always has been and like it always will be.