|A Drastic Change
Author: TSRowenwood PM
After Bruce came back, Damian had to choose between his father or his brother. Sometimes he felt that he chose wrong.Rated: Fiction T - English - Damian W./Robin & Richard G./Nightwing - Chapters: 11 - Words: 7,530 - Reviews: 39 - Favs: 31 - Follows: 63 - Updated: 03-18-13 - Published: 07-10-12 - id: 8307857
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One Timothy Drake was back at Wayne Manor for the night. He had left about the same time Dick had, and hadn't been there for several months, save the time that he planted the devil picture of Damian on said Damian's computer. At that thought Tim grinned.
He ran up to Damian's room and shook the computer awake. He frowned. Damian had changed the screen back to what it was before. Honestly, he thought, I need to find out why that kid has such an obsession with cats.
He went back downstairs to the living room where the painting of Bruce's parents was and pulled on one of the hooks that was attached to the old clock. And down to the Batcave he went.
On the Batcomputer he found what he was looking for quickly: just some hacking codes for the Watchtower. No big deal.
It had been a LONG week for Tim, and he really, really didn't want to go back to his city now. He had only come because during the week it had been villain after villain escaping over and over, and now was the only time in an entirety of two weeks that no one had been leaving prison. In short, he was exhausted, and so decided to crash in his basement room here, in Gotham. Sure it meant that he would have to help Bats patrol tonight(as that was the payment for coming to Gotham when it wasn't your city), but that was just fine with him.
As long as he could have a few hours of peaceful sleep, that was all that mattered.
Tim went back upstairs, snagged a few of Alfred's freshly baked snickerdoodles and raced down to his bedroom in the basement.
The former Boy Wonder launched himself once he got to the door and landed on the bed, blankets billowing up and landing on him.
Suddenly a thought came to his head. "Oh yeah! Stephanie said she'd send an e-mail!" Tim grinned, and shoved the blankets out of the way so that he could get to the computer.
He shook the mouse and gaped at the new screen saver. It was white, with a very . . . disturbing picture:
There was obviously Red Robin, lying on the ground. His eyes crossed out and his mouth in a frown/shrieking was a cat watching him from the lower right hand corner. In the upper right hand corner was written,
Drake, this is a picture of you, dead.
I hope your death comes straight from of the League of Assassins.
Stay out of my room!
Because I told you that I would tell you what Damian did to Tim. The picture is based off of letters that Damian writes to Dick. You can see them on google. Simply look up (on Google Images) 'damian's letters to dick'. They are hilarious! It came from the last letter that Damian sends, which is actually to Tim.
Now is the time when I apologize profusely. I know that none of you were expecting this, and I know what you were expecting. I'm really sorry, but the next few parts are going to be some of the hardest parts that I have ever written. Please forgive me!
Thanks for all of the reviews for the last chapter, and please tell me what you thought of this one, even though it was completely unexpected.