This fic is part of a three part series.
Synopsis: A what could have been and what might be for the Bat-clan.
Other Endings I
The alleyway glistened with freshly fallen rain mixed with motor oil in the
moonlight. It was almost attractive, in a dirty, city-ridden sort of way,
Robin noted as he shoved the thin, wiry man in the baseball jacket into a
slick patch, then put his foot on the thug's sandy head.
"You can either tell me where you're going, or you can tell your boss why
you were late." He began uncoiling aircraft cable from his belt, making it
evident that he was preparing to hoist the goon, then leave him.
"Fine. Warehouse on Fifteenth, just don't make me late!"
Robin recoiled the cable, letting it snap against his side as it retracted
into his belt. "See, that wasn't so hard. You CAN make good decisions when
you really stop and think about it." Slowly, the young man took his foot
off of his victim's head. "Now get going. Two Face really hates it when his
lackeys are late."
There was a pause, and the older of the two scrambled to his feet and took
off down the alley.
Robin smiled. He was that much closer to Two Face.
Above, he heard the faintest crackling of a communication system. Looking
up, a shadow melted past the edge. Shooting off a line, he went upward two
stories, hitting the tar roof and releasing the line in the same instant.
He didn't have to chase his quarry far, she was leaning against the door
leading off the roof. One heavily booted foot was pressed against the door,
and she was grinning, quite happy with her position of being 'caught.'
"You're NOT going to report that to Oracle," he informed his prey.
A sultry smile spread across her face. "Been working on arms case for."
"Batman sent me for that information. If YOU get there first. or at ALL."
"Compromise position." the girl grumbled. Slowly, she pulled out the two
sticks holding her thick black hair in place. It fell around her face, then
lifted slightly in the wind.
"If Batman discovers my. liaison." Robin muttered as he embraced her.
"It'll be bad for all of us."
"Quit playing both sides," Cassandra moaned, feeling his hot lips on her
"Only choice," he breathed, trying to wholly take her in. "I gave you the
information on the Falcone case in good faith."
Her hand turned the doorknob just as his lips needily found hers. They both
swung backwards, into the stairwell. Sometimes. it could be quite an
aphrodisiac to know that Batman could come upon them any moment. But she
wanted to take her time for once tonight.
* * *
Batman scowled at his charge. "And it took you two hours to discover this?"
"I ran into some trouble along the way," Robin answered innocently.
"What kind of trouble?" Batman demanded. He began pulling up city maps
immediately, trying to get a lock on Two Face's location. He wished his
apprentice had given him more than an hour's notice that the arms deal was
going down. The kid was going to be the thing that finally snapped his
"Cat and mouse with Miss Cain," Robin explained.
"Stay away from Miss Cain," Batman ordered.
"I DO. Do you know how long it took to lose her?"
"Fine," Batman conceded. "What are the chances that Oracle already knows
what we do?"
Robin ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself. Some day Batman
was going to figure out where he spent his free time, and then things would
be ugly indeed. But Cassandra was like a drug. He couldn't give her up. "I
think she'd have tried to reroute the money or the guns by now if she
"That's not what I asked," Batman answered forcefully.
"I'm sure Miss Cain doesn't know. She didn't pick me up until I was almost
Batman nodded once, then rose from the computer. "Then we have fifty-five
minutes. We'll be leaving in seven, so do what you need to before then."
Turning, his black cape fanned in the darkness, and then he disappeared
into the recesses of the cave.
* * *
They hit the predetermined location four minutes before their quarry
arrived. It was a warehouse full of various sundry goods, and amongst the
marbles, jacks and outmoded childrens' playthings were allegedly two
thousand firearms and one ton of ammunition. Batman knew it was going to be
a good night.
"We'll run Zeta pattern, once all parties are into place. I don't want
anyone getting away," Batman instructed, pulling thick digital binoculars
away from his cowl. The lenses in his cowl just weren't high enough
magnification for what he needed right now. "If we run into Miss Cain, I
will deal with her."
"I can't take Two Face alone," Robin advised.
"I will handle Miss Cain."
"If we worked with Oracle--"
Batman gave Robin a look of death. "We just don't." Robin had a question on
his lips, but Batman headed him off. "It was before your time," Batman
explained. "She's dangerous."
"Miss Cain says the same thing about you."
"Miss Cain is an assassin." Batman lifted the binoculars to his eyes again,
seeing movement outside the building.
Former assassin, Robin wanted to point out. She was also better company
than some of Batman's current. friends. There was the flashing of purple
cape behind the two black cars that had just pulled up. Speak of the devil,
and she appears. "I thought we were alone tonight."
"I said I don't want anyone getting away. Batwoman is running backup."
Robin resisted the urge to sigh. He tried to keep his animosity toward
Helena to himself, not to mention his fear-tempered caution.
"Last week. down by the docks with Falcone."
"It was Miss Cain," Batman said too quickly.
"It doesn't seem likely that Miss Cain would be so. brutal or violent."
Batman chanced a glance at his apprentice. "I mean. she seems much more.
"We won't discuss that case now."
There were times that Robin was made to regret his decision to deal with
Oracle. He'd told them about Falcone in good faith, but it had backfired.
Cassandra's arrival had left Helena's activities in question, and left
Batman with the 'out' of blaming Freddie Falcone's death on Cassandra,
instead of the party that was most likely responsible.
He knew in his loins Cassandra wasn't responsible.
Just the way Batman claimed he knew Batwoman wasn't responsible.
He wasn't sure if Batman was capable of love. He'd been hardened by battles
and loss. If it wasn't love that blinded him to Helena's nature, then what
was it? Lust? Robin feared he'd come to understand these intrigues too late
to save ANY of them from the dangerous precipice they seemed to be upon.
* * *
The transaction had been broken up by Batwoman jumping the gun. Robin was
so entirely NOT surprised. It was only confirming his worst suspicions.
She'd seen another Falcone brother, and had flown out of hiding before he
could even warn Batman.
A second later, Batman had fled his hiding place to get the jump on Two
Face, so the night would be a total waste. Robin sat frozen in his spot for
a moment, unsure WHAT to do. He and Batman had worked so well together.
They had always known intuitively what the other was going to do next-until
SHE showed up.
Catching a hint of movement near one of the upper catwalks, he stepped
forward, letting himself be seen. Cassandra did the same. They nodded,
devising a half-conceived notion, then flew at the two men accompanying the
Falcone family's youngest member. They had gone instantly for the case of
money that Two Face had previously relieved them of. Apparently they wanted
to keep the money now that their attempt to purchase large amounts of fire
power had fallen through. Understandable, and yet, they weren't going to be
allowed to get away.
Robin landed on the heavier man's chest. He had assumed right, the larger,
balder man was just muscle, no skill. The other guy, wiry and sporting a
buzz cut was giving Cassandra half of a workout. It took a few minutes
before he was down and unconscious, next to his overweight accomplice.
When he looked around, Batwoman and Falcone were gone. "We have to do
something about that," he muttered, pointing to the large garage door at
the far end of the warehouse.
"On it," Cassandra said, taking off. As she ran, she pushed a stick back
into her now-loose hair. He couldn't take his eyes off of her for a moment,
she was too breath-taking.
He managed to pry himself away, however, when a heavy hand grabbed hold of
his shoulder and spun him around. "I told you I would handle Miss Cain."
"You were dealing with Two Face. Where is--"
"I'm going after him. Stay away from her. This is your last warning."
Robin locked his jaw and nodded once. "I'll find the weapons," he said, but
he was talking to thin air. Batman was already gone. Beginning his search,
he began to construe the explanation in his head. He could reasonably place
a large amount of the blame onto Helena. She had forced the situation. Then
he could follow that up with how lucky he was that he and 'Miss Cain' had
wanted the same thing at that moment. Trying to control his ragged
breathing, he began opening crates. He could get through this. He had no
choice-Helena needed to be stopped and Batman's decisions needed to be held
He told himself once again he was doing this for Batman's sanity, to keep
him away from that line he seemed so intent on crossing. His own sins aside-
this was for Dick's sake.
* * *
"Didn't say she'd be there," Cassandra answered accusingly when Robin
caught up with her hours later.
"I didn't know she'd be." Robin slumped against the edge of the rooftop,
"Antonio's dead," Cassandra pointed out angrily, folding her arms over her
chest. He was a year and a half younger than she was. Sometimes she didn't
know why she put up with him. Then she remembered the way his hands moved.
Robin shook his head in exhaustion. "Why am I not surprised? We have to do
something, Cass. He. just doesn't see it. I don't know why. It's like. he's
looking at all the wrong things."
Her hand shot out and grabbed hold of his cape, tugging him towards her. He
was Oracle's best informant, besides all the things his body could do to
hers. "We go inside." Oracle knew what they were doing, but never mentioned
it to Cassandra. She had a feeling Barbara was just happy to be getting
such reliable information from someone so close at hand. She'd put up with
the occasional wall knocking as part of the price.
"I need to go," Robin warned. "I need to get back before Batman. I need to
explain why we were working together."
"Don't explain anything," Cassandra said angrily, unclipping his cape.
"He's not your master."
"No, but he's my boss," Robin said gently, removing her fingers from his
cape and reclipping it. "I can't do this now, Cassandra," he breathed.
Her thin hands closed around his gloved wrists. "Tim."
Robin pulled away. "Don't use that name here."
"No one can hear," she replied in a low, sultry voice. She pulled the
sticks out of her hair again, hoping it would have the same effect. She
kept one hand on the edge of his cape, seeing he was starting to warm to
the idea. "Been a long night. Need to. unwind."
His breath caught in his throat. "We need to talk about Falcone. and
Batwoman. Tell Oracle." his last bit of protestation was silenced by her
lips closing over his. He realized she was correct-they needed this. The
night had been too full of strain, and there was no telling, with their
current situation, when they could be in each other's company again.
Somewhere in the distance, Cassandra saw movement out of the corner of her
eye. It looked like the barest hint of purple cape, but when she looked,
there was nothing. "We go below," she instructed. It was safer that way.
"Relax. Then talk to Oracle."
Twisting his gloved hand in hers, he let her pull him to the roof top
entrance. Batman would not be happy if he did not return to the cave
tonight, but he didn't think he could deal with explanations now. This
entire situation was running him ragged, and he needed some sort of
release. Cassandra was half his problem, and the only thing keeping him
* * *
A long while later, Robin opened the door of the rooftop entrance, stepping
outside. The night air was sticky and warm, constricting around him. It
reminded him of how he was pressed up against a wall, and the world
continued to close around him.
"Beautiful night," Cassandra said behind him, staring up at the full moon
and the hazy halo surrounding it. Her bare arm wrapped around his waste,
pulling him to her once. "I'll take over Falcone case," she insisted.
"Batman will never let me get away with that."
"Quickest way to Batwoman."
Robin sighed. He knew it was true. It wasn't that he was without abilities,
but his attachment to Batman became more of a hindrance than an asset in
these situations. His gloved hand touched her arm, remembering how soft it
felt beneath his bare fingers. She was his only consolation. "Solve it
fast," Tim warned. "Or catch her in the act. I need conclusive proof."
"Just track her movements. Contact Oracle when she gets close to Falcone
family again. I'll handle rest."
Turning in her arms, he embraced her and crushed his lips to hers, tasting
her small, cool mouth. When he finally gathered the resolve to pull away,
he looked into her deep walnut eyes and answered. "Fine. How will I contact
She slid a small metal disk out of her pocket, pressing it into his hand.
"Only has one channel. Range is seven mile." Smiling, she kissed his cheek,
attempting to bolster the boy's resolve. He was their only real hope to
eradicating Batwoman from the Gotham skies. Going back to the door and
exiting, she closed it behind her, hoping this wouldn't cost the boy too
As the door closed, Robin sighed, leaning against it, and pressing his
forehead to the painted grey metal. Instinctively, he began constructing
the lies in his head. How long would it take before Batman chose to see
with his eyes, and not with his loyalties?
"I didn't want to believe Helena," a cold, granular voice said from behind
him. Robin knew his luck had just run out.
"I won't make excuses," Robin said bravely as he turned around to face
Batman. "Batwoman is out of control. She's using her relationship to blind--
A hand snapped out, grabbing hold of the boy's tunic. In the same instant,
a line shot out of Batman's cape and they were airborne. It wasn't the
reaction that Robin would have anticipated for his mentor. They landed at
street level a moment later, and he was thrust towards The Car. "Get in,"
the Bat ground out harshly. When the boy made no effort to move, he was
thrust towards the car, and barely missed slamming into it. Only his hands
snapping in front of him before impact stopped it.
The boy spun around, facing his mentor. "I'm not getting in," he answered
angrily. He knew if he got in the car, he'd be compounding his worries.
"You're my only friend in the world. I'm doing this for you. So you'll
see." Dick had looked after him after the Obediah Man had murdered his
parents. Dick had given him direction in his life. He thought he was
returning the favor.
Batman's hand flashed again, instantly closing around the young man's
throat, but he did not squeeze. "You're doing this for your whore and her
mistress. You do NOTHING for me."
Robin's hands closed around Batman's wrist to ease the pressure, but he
didn't fight back. This was his teacher, after all. "Helena is a killer,"
he said simply, trying to maintain his footing on the ground.
Instantly, Batman's other fist connected with his midsection. "NEVER speak
of her like that."
Robin would have doubled in pain, but for the hand still attached to his
throat. "She's." he took in a painful gasp of air. "Not who you think."
"She is Batwoman," the Dark Knight ground out tersely. "She will have your
A tear welled in Robin's eye. He didn't want to go through this, but he
knew it was happening, and there was no turning back. "She's poisoned you,"
Robin replied as one leg kicked up, pushing Batman away from him. One arm
wrapped around his damaged stomach; he tried to make haste away from his
Batman didn't even hit the ground, he turned in the air as he fell and shot
off the cement and at his young quarry. "She's given me. everything," he
said as he tackled his partner. Spinning the boy around, Batman grabbed him
by the jaw, his grip near-crushing. "But you. you traverse with the enemy.
You. with an assassin." Picking up the boy's head, he let it slam against
the sidewalk. "An ASSASIN!" he thrust Robin away, afraid of doing worse.
"Get out of my sight."
Robin rolled to one knee, clutching his stomach. "Cassandra has more honor.
than. a cold-blooded murderer. She.Helena. is a blight to the Bat." Before
he could register what had occurred, Batman's fist connected with his head,
and he was thrown backwards, against the clock tower's stone façade.
* * *
"Not on the roof," Cassandra reported, scanning the area. Oracle had
reported another presence on the roof and had sent her to inspect, but by
the time she'd traveled the short distance up, they were gone. They could
be anywhere by now, with their equipment and resources.
Her stomach twisted as she searched the sky, wondering what the Bat was
going to do to his protégé. To whom would she go for comfort in this war,
if not the red-clad young man who'd become her companion?
"They're at street level. Side entrance. Get down there, Cassandra," Oracle
ordered. She had no love for the Bat, and right now her best informant
needed protection. They did protection.
Without hesitation, Cassandra leapt from the building, feeling the air
catch her in that brief moment of weightlessness before gravity took over,
then dove towards the street below. A decel cable slowed her decent with a
sudden tug, and she landed the rest of the way to the street with the grace
of a bird.
She was seven yards off of Batman's location when she took a few steps then
threw herself at him, prepared to land a kick square in his back. The Bat
sensed her presence and turned, but she adjusted, landing a blow to the
head. He staggered backward, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw
Robin slump forward. Landing, she placed herself instantly between the Bat
and his prey.
"Leave him," Cassandra ordered, turning herself instinctively to a fighting
stance. She did not kill, but in the Bat's case, she didn't have a qualm
"You need the protection of your whore?" Batman asked tersely.
"Cassandra. just go," Robin muttered weakly. "Not your fight."
"My fight," she called behind her. Angrily looking back to where her quarry
stood, he was gone. "FIGHT ME!" She called out into the darkness. "Come
back and fight me!"
The Bat stepped out of the shadow of the Car, inspecting his former charge
and his protector. "You've made your allegiance clear," Batman told Robin.
"Expect no mercy in future."
Stepping into the car, it sealed around him and roared away.
"Oh God." Robin muttered painfully, sliding down the wall. He didn't know
if it was his injuries, or the heaviness of his heart that made keeping his
composure an impossible task. He felt Cassandra's arm slide beneath him,
her thin body easily hoisting him to his feet.
"Will get you inside," she promised. "Then take down the Bat."
"No, Cass," Robin said, pulling away from her and leaning against the wall
for support. "I can't."
"Would have killed you."
"He wouldn't have. I know him. He wouldn't." With the last, Robin's voice
lost some of its certainty. Grabbing hold of the wall, he pulled himself
away from her. "He's my. I can't. It's her."
Cassandra knew it wasn't just Batwoman. Batman had let himself be deluded.
He had grown angry and sloppy because of it. Whatever demons tormented him,
others were now being made to pay the price. Saving herself the argument,
and Robin the emotional torment, her hand shot out and connected with his
neck, bringing instant unconsciousness. "Is for the best," she promised
him, gathering his broken and bleeding body into her arms.
* * *
Consciousness came slowly to Timothy Drake, and he was sure he was Tim now.
He couldn't seem to sense any clothes upon his person. The pillow felt so
soft and sympathetic beneath his head, as though it cradled him to take his
troubles away. The sheets were cool and crisp, smelling sanitary and
It was also bright. Not daylight, but the blue haze before dawn. Tim opened
his eyes. The room seemed to be used for storage, by the excess of boxes
stacked up around him. Perhaps the bed he lay in was being stored as well.
This wasn't the only room he'd ever been in at the old Gotham Clock Tower.
That had been Cassandra's and he'd never gotten to see much. It was always
pitch black. He knew it wasn't her room though-Cassandra preferred to sleep
on a matt on the floor, and that was where they performed most of their
He stared at the chipped paint on the ceiling for a few moments, before
gathering the strength to swing his legs over the side of the bed, and sit
up. The effort was painful, and as he grabbed the old iron frame, hot agony
shot into his head and chest, but he still pulled himself to his feet.
Slowly, he wrapped the sheet around him, then tucked the edge inside. A
hand held his painful side, as though it's presence could make his insides
stop hurting. Dodging boxes, he made his way to an old, over-painted door.
He twisted the ancient knob and opened it, cautiously looking down the
hall, noting the whitewashed bricks.
Moving out into the cramped hall, he began trying door knobs, searching for
He wasn't sure about what had happened after Batman had left. He only knew
that he needed to find his clothes and get out of there. He needed to find
some way to explain to Dick what was going on. Dick was his partner. Dick
and Dick's crusade were all he'd known for the last several years of his
life. It wasn't his friend's fault that he'd been deluded by a deadly
siren. Maybe he could fix things.
"You have a concussion. You shouldn't be moving."
Slowly, Tim turned around. At the opposite end of the hall was a woman in a
souped up wheel chair. In the twilight, he couldn't make out more detail,
but he was sure she was glaring at him, and he was sure she was angry. "I
have to leave," Tim said. "I have to get back--"
"He'll kill you if you go back right now."
"He wouldn't-Batman has never--"
"He isn't the man either of us knew."
Tim swallowed. "He needs help. He shouldn't be alone."
"He is NOT your burden."
Tim didn't respond. He suspected that this was Oracle, the faceless
creature that Batman loathed so deeply. He'd spoken to the Oracle before,
but had never seen her. Not even on past trips to the tower.
The chair approached him, and as the distance closed, he could see the
fiery gaze of the woman before him, and he knew she cut a more imposing
figure than Mycroft Holmes, that literary armchair thinker. No wonder
Batman did not wish to speak of her-her eyes were haunting.
"I can't just leave him. He needs to be stopped.. But I can't just abandon
him. Not to her." Tim had known for a long time that his quest was futile.
It was impossible to play both sides, and still remain close to Dick. But
somehow. he couldn't make himself stop trying.
"He is not worth your effort, or your loyalty," Oracle informed him
"Why do you hate each other?" the boy asked suddenly. He didn't understand
the conflict. It seemed that they both wanted the same things, but they
were always at odds.
Oracle shook her head and sighed. "If you'd have known him. back then.
Before everything. He was a different man. A kinder man. And I loved him,"
Oracle confessed. "Now he abuses children and gives another woman my name
just to hurt me." The chair spun suddenly, and she went back the way she
came. "Come here."
With great effort, Tim followed. Limping behind her, he entered into a dark
room lit only by a dozen computer monitors and displays. "Search-file.
Batgirl. Second search-file: Batman I. Third search-file: Robin I. Key
parameter: Disappearance of Jason Todd-Wayne."
Even as she spoke, images and files began to appear on several of the
monitors. He could hear several harddisks grinding away at the information.
The voice recognition software was more advanced than what they had in the
cave, and worked faster. "What is all this?" Tim asked.
"If you knew who he was-who he had been. perhaps you'd be a little more
inclined to let him go. Or leave him to us." Oracle pointed to one screen
and a digital photograph of a girl that looked like her, but in a Bat-
costume. "That was me. Four and a half years ago, to be exact. I was
Batgirl." She clicked on an 'advance' button, and a new image flashed. Tim
squinted at the text below it, but it was too small to see. "That is the
Joker. He is the one who. precipitated my career change. Dick stopped
talking to me then. I suppose. he didn't know what to say." She flashed to
a picture of a slightly younger Dick Grayson, this time in a Robin costume,
versus the black Bat suit that he now wore. "I didn't blame him for that. I
blamed him when he stopped talking to the rest of the world."
Tim couldn't picture Dick as anything other than the grim mantle he now
wore. He couldn't fathom a Dick Grayson not constantly lock-jawed by pain
and worry. He'd been happy for his friend, when he'd shown interest in
Helena. He had mistaken her presence in their lives as a sign of hope for
Dick. He'd been wrong about so many things. "What happened to him?"
"The Joker happened. And in true Gotham fashion. he blamed himself."
Another image flashed on the screen, a gray Bat costume, and a different
wearer. "I'll bet he's never told you about Bruce."
"The guy who owned the house above the cave." The house that Dick never
used. When he'd first known Dick, it had been a little different, but then
the guy who took care of the place had been killed one night in Crime Alley
while visiting a friend. Then the house had been closed up, and Dick
whittled most of his existence away in the dark.
"His estranged father," Oracle confirmed. There was another Robin on the
screen, suddenly, someone who reminded Tim of himself. "This would be his
sort of psudo-brother. Jason. Jason disappeared about four years ago. At
the same time, the Joker escaped again. Batman had no choice-he stayed to
bring in the Joker, and lost his life because of it. The only good thing.
is that the Joker did too. Dick looked for Jason but never found him. Then
he came back to Gotham. You came into the picture a few months later. By
then. the damage was done."
She turned her chair to face him more fully. "He hates me because I kept
trying to talk to him after that. I kept trying. well, until that bitch
showed up. That was all the notice I needed, that my efforts were no longer
welcome." There was cold hate in her voice, but Tim noticed a wetness in
her eyes. "He didn't talk to Alfred after Bruce died. but what is
unforgivable is not even showing up at Alfred's funeral. He's beyond reach.
THAT is the person you're trying to get through to. Someone beyond hope."
"No one is beyond hope."
"Is his redemption worth your life?" The first bit of compassion entered
her as she gently touched his arm. "He fights recklessly. The company he
keeps. will destroy him. You're young and he's playing with your emotions,
your loyalties, and your life."
Tim clenched his eyes shut, then backed up slowly, letting her hand fall
away. "I have to try," the young man said. "Even if it kills me. Even if HE
Cassandra announced from the doorway behind him. She was wrapped in a black
silk robe, and there was still an aura of sleep around her. "You're no good
to the cause dead."
"This was never my cause," Tim said, waving a hand at the screens. "HE was
my cause. And he will continue being."
His lover reached out and pressed her thumb into the bruise on his cheek
bone, but he didn't wince. "He's a lousy cause," she informed him.
Oracle sighed. "Cassandra's right--"
"He's my reason for being," Tim said stonily as he grabbed Cassandra's
hand, pulling it away from his face. "I'll help you take Helena down. But
because he can't see what she is. Not for revenge, not for anything else."
"He said no mercy," Cassandra pointed out. "NO mercy next time."
Tim nodded slowly, accepting his fate. "I have betrayed him. Be it for his
own good-but I've betrayed him."
Oracle shook her head, not encouraged by the boy's words. Cassandra's
shoulders slumped as she listened to him. If he reached adulthood, he would
find himself treading down the same lonely path as his mentor. His
innocence would kill him or corrupt him, and if the latter happened, he'd
be on the other end of her sword.
"I have to go," he said, trying to get around her.
Stepping out of his way, she let him go, knowing that only he could dictate
what would happen next. "Make the right decision," she whispered, watching
him trudge away.
Slowly, he turned around. "NO decision is the right decision," he informed
her. "I'm sorry."
The small window at the end of the hall emitted the first golden rays of
the morning. Robin squinted against them and their painful intrusion into
his life. He would lose both of his rocks before this was over, almost as
certainly as Dick had lost his own foundation. In that, at least, they were