He wasn't just angry though, he was sad, near to tears, his adoptive father was said to be dead and no one had told him, he had missed the funeral and was now on the bus travelling out of Gotham Center.
"Oh well, Batman is finished, so is Robin and now begins a new life."
And he was right.
For the next 6 months...
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Gotham had turned into a place of evil and corruption, with the Joker and the Penguin at war over owning Gotham.
With Nightwing in Bludhaven and Batgirl away no one could protect Gotham, until tonight.
Perched upon the rooftops of Gotham Cathedral, Tim Drake scanned the night, he had since updated his look, trading the shorts and elf boots for a more ninjaish look.
He spotted a group of thugs gathering around the entrance of the church.
"This is my chance." He thought and he jumped, gliding down between the them.
Ten.
Easy.
"What the-"
"It's Robin!" One of them shouted.
Robin jumped up and span a kick knocking down the first 2.
Raising his fists he readied himself for a fight.
"Rahh!!!"
One of them struck a punch.
Robin blocked, grabbed and countered it, knocking him to the floor.
"He's takin' us down, time to juice up boys!"
And with that they all pulled out capsules, downing it in one gulp.
"What the hell?" Was all Robin could say.
"RahhhhhhhhARGH!!!!!!!!!!!"
"I love the taste of VENOM!"
By the time Robin could register this he had been knocked onto the floor and was withering in pain.
"Take 'im out!"
"No. I'm taking you out." Said a familliar voice.
"Batman!" Shouted one of the thugs.
Robin's heart leapt.
"And Robin."
Now Tim was just confused.
"Get 'em!"
10 knocked out thugs later.
A boy wearing a Robin outfit walked over to Tim and held out his hand.
Tim, expecting to get pulled up, held his hand out and instead met a punch to the face.
"Your pathetic." The boy spat.
"Damien! Leave him alone!" Batman ran over to the two Robins.
"Shut up Grayson! Your not my father!"
Tim felt anger rise in him and he pulled Damien by his cape delivering a punch that knocked the boy down.
Tim stood up.
"Stupid brat!"
"Damien jumped up and threw a punch at Tim who was also up, Tim blocked it and twisted Damien's hand, kicking him in the face.
"Both of you stop!" Batman ordered.
"Shut up!" The two boys shouted both looking at him.
They continued fighting and in the end Tim was bleeding badly but Damien was missing a tooth and was out cold with a nose bleed and a black eye.
"Dick, I'm so sorry, but he shouldn't talk to you like that, he dosen't know what you've been through."
They were in the batcave now and Damien was in bed, still out cold.
Dick had explained everything to Tim and had begged for his forgivness.
"It's ok Dick, It's just Bruce loved me as his son and no one told me anything."
"Sorry, but you were not in Gotham at the time."
"Anyway, on to bisnuess, those thugs were Bane's henchmen." Tim told him.
"I need to stop them."
"No Tim, you need a break, me and Damien will handle things here."
"If that kid is acting up, tell me." Tim looked at him with all seriousness.
"Take a break, go to Metropolis." Dick tried to persuade him.
"Ok I will."
"Good, I'll give you some money, you leave tommorow."
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But when Tim left he didn't go to Metropolis, he found out he had inherited Bruce's billions and he travelled the world for the next decade following in Bruce's footsteps.
When he came back he was a different man, a very different man.
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Aside from the expected skills of a crime fighter, he also perfected his acrobatics and gymnastics becoming a master at 8 different clubs.
It was two days after he came back that he remembered it was his 27th birthday and it was that day he arrived in Metropolis.
One day there was a bank robbery (Oh classic) on Kenton Street and he arrived there as Robin taking down most of the thugs until the man of steel himself arrived to finish off the job.
At Clark Kent's apartment the two heroes sat down to talk.
"So Tim, what brings you here to Metropolis?" Clark asked.
"Oh, Dick sent me, I'm technically late." Tim answered
"By how many days?" Clark responded.
"10 years."
"Jeez, training?"
Tim nodded.
"Good ol' Bruce, making sure your up to shape, how is he anyway?"
"He's dead."
"What!?" Clark stood up.
"Who!? When!?"
"10 and a half years ago."
Clark sat back down, sighing in disbelief.
"Who's protecting Gotham?"
"Dick and Damien."
"Damien?"
Tim explained as best as he could.
"Ahh I see." Clark said after he took it all in.
"So if he's Robin then what are you gonna be called?"
"You know what, I don't know, but I'm flying solo now and you know what?"
"I don't care."
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