"I was just going to get Starbucks. Simple in and out. Was it like that though? No, it wasn't, because my life can't go without chaos. All I wanted was coffee and now I'm getting chased by human eating creatures."

Tim quickly ducked behind an alley and hid behind a dumpster while the mob walked, or more like limped passed him. He sighed in relief and stood up from his crouched position.

He moved out from behind the dumpster and started thinking. Probably not the best place or time to go into deep thought. While his back was turned, an unexpected visitor came up behind him. Before Tim had time to react, it tackled him to the ground.

Tim was fighting back the best he could, trying not to get a huge chunk of his shoulder bitten out by this creature. Its blood red eyes stared at him as actual blood fell on Tims face from its mouth. Finally Tim was able to kick it off him, getting up and grabbing anything near him, which was a metal pipe.

As the thing was still trying to get up off the the ground, Tim smashed its head with the pipe. It instantly fell to the ground, not getting back up again. Tim wiped the blood that was left on his cheek.

He started looking around. He saw a fire escape and quickly went to it. He jumped on the ladder and climbed up, then made his way up the stairs. Once he reached the top of the building he stood and looked at the city.

There were things everywhere. As far as he could see, there wasn't a clean street without them.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket to see if he could call anyone. It turned to be a lost cause. He had no reception. No bars. "Shit." Tim muttered to himself as he leaned against the edge of the roof.

He was going to have to find his own way.

He took a few deep breaths before straightening himself out again. He didn't have his grappling hook with him so he was going to have to go through the streets. Not as easy as it sounds.

Tim had lived in Gotham for his whole life so it wasn't difficult for him to find the easiest way home. But, it was difficult because the easiest now, could be the hardest. He had no idea where freaks could be. For all he knew, they could be littered all over the city.

But staying on the roof could prove to be worse. These things may be able to climb, and if they could, Tim would be stuck in a corner. Tim hesitantly made his way down the fire escape again. He jumped down and picked up the metal pipe he had used before.

Cautiously, he walked to the edge of the alley, peering behind a wall. So far the streets were clear that way. He walked quietly as he could down the sidewalk. He passed bodies and discarded body parts. It sickened him, but sadly, he'd seen worse. Being a vigilante wasn't exactly the most pleasant job after all.

Tim began to think about all that was happening. 'Is Bruce alright? Is Dick alright? Is Jason, Alfred? God, is even Damian ok?' Tim thought as he walked the empty streets of Gotham. He'd lost himself in thought again and soon enough, he ran right into one of the freaks, Tim had started calling them.

That for sure brought him out of his own world as he dodged the freak every way he could. When he was far enough away, he swiftly swung his metal pipe, hitting its knees. Tim winced a bit when he heard the snaps of his joints as it made contact with the metal. It fell to the ground and snarled.

Tim hesitated before finally, swinging the pipe backwards and hitting it right in the skull. He didn't want to take any chances right now. Wanting to get away as fast as possible, Tim started running, the corners of his eyes pricked with tears. He just wanted to be home. He wanted everything back to how it was.

He blinked away the tears and ran as fast as he could, passed freaks, passed bodies, passed blood pools, passed everything. He wasn't paying attention to anything and he was ok with that, all he wanted was to see the manor again. To see his family again.

He didn't even realize it when a car came speeding by, until it hit him. Tim grunted as he fell to the ground as his body met the hood of the car. He heard a car door open and then slam shut.

"Tim?" A worried voice said. Tim looked up and his eyes widened. "Bruce?" He was confused but realization finally hit. "Bruce! Oh my god, is that actually you?" Tim said getting up, ignoring the pain.

Tim ran right to Bruce and engulfed him in a hug. Bruce rested his chin on Tims head as he wrapped his arms around him. "I was so worried I wouldn't see you again." Tim said, his voice muffled from his head being against Bruce's chest. "I thought the same about you."

"Have you seen any of your brothers?" Bruce asked, letting go of his son. "No, I've seen no one. Only the..freaks." Tim replied. "You've encountered them too?" Bruce asked. "Yeah, not a pretty sight." Bruce smirked at Tims comment.

"Come on, it's not safe out here, get in the car. We'll go back to the manor and see who's there and if everyone's alright." Bruce said, walking over to the drivers side. Tim nodded and headed over to the passenger side door and got in.

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Just gunna clear some things up..
Damian: 12
Tim: 15
Jason: 18
Dick: 19
Bruce: 40's ig
Alfred: immortal obviously
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!