"I didn't believe you when you told me." Tim said as I walked into the cave a few hours after our confrontation with Jason.
"I understand, did you know him well?"
"No not really at all, I became Robin after he died, I've just heard Dick and Bruce talk about him."
"I think he was there for Dick." I told him.
"Wait, you where at a fancy restaurant with Dick?" He questioned me.
"Uh, yeah, we were on a date." I said awkwardly.
"Eleanor!" He whisper yelled.
"Sorry, but I really like him!" I whisper yelled in reply.
"Dude, that is wrong on like fifty different levels."
"I know, but like I said, I really like him."
He just sighed.
"Meeting at the batcave later, Batty's up in arms about Red Hood." Tim informed me.
"Rightfully so, I don't remember the details, but he's pretty pissed at you guys, mostly Batman, but at Dick a bit and I would imagine you as well."
"Why?"

"Because Batman and Dick didn't avenge his death by killing the joker, and your his replacement."
"But he was Dick's replacement." Tim argued.
"For one Dick isn't Jason, two I think he was a bit pissed at first, and three, he didn't die and come back to life to find out he had been replaced, he just left B-man." I explained.
"So the possibly psychopathic ex Robin, whose mad about being replaced, which I understand might have it out for me?"
"Yes, there is a very good chance of that being the case, I doubt he'll do anything though, the thing about Jason Todd is that he has the same goals as us, just different, undeniably questionable methods." I explained.
"Oh, okay."
But it wasn't okay, there was something stewing in that little head of his. Something was up with Tim, and I was gonna figure out what it was.
...
I walked up the steps of Wayne manor, I knocked on the door and Alfred opened it.
"Hi, I'm Eleanor, I'm a friend of Tim's can I come in?"
"Right this way miss Eleanor, Tim is upstairs in his room, I'll show you the way." It may have just been my imagination, but Alfred looked a bit frazzled.
I knocked on Tim's door and he opened it surprised.
"Eleanor? What are you doing here? Don't you have work in a few hours, shouldn't you be sleeping?"
"Yeah, but I was worried about you."
"You shouldn't be here right now, Dick's downstairs somewhere, that could cause problems."
"Christ, you better let me in then."
So he did.
"What's up Tim, I know there's something."
"I'm surprised you don't know."
"I don't know everything!"
"Tim!" A voice yelled.
There was some banging on the door and then Dick walked in. I dove for the bed.
He didn't seem to notice me at first,
"Tim! I have to leave I have work in a few hours, it's your turn to watch the brat."
Behind him was a little ten year old boy, and suddenly it all made sense.
"Is that-" Tim cut me off.
"Yes, come on Damien, we can go downstairs and practice your knife throwing."
"Tim, there is a girl in your bed." Dick stated.
"Yes, I'm aware."
"Hi girl in Tim's bed."
"Hi Dick." I said from behind the covers I was hiding in.
"How does she know my name?"
"I assumed."
"Okayy, I'm just gonna go now, uh jut try not to scar the twerp for life would you?"
"Yeah, and how about he tries not to give me another scar."
"Hahaha." With that Dick left us alone with Damien Wayne, the forth Boy Wonder.
...
"So are you gonna leave Batman?" I asked Tim as we watched Damien throw knives at targets on the walls of the Training room.
"I'm thinking about it, the little punk already took m uniform out for a spin."
"It fits him?"
"Well technically he took Dick's old uniform, but it's the same thing, I'm Robin."
"Well you could still be Robin, you could just be a different kind of Robin."
"Red Robin."