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Tim's POV

I sat next to Dick in the study. Bruce sat in a seat across from us and Jason is leaning against the wall. No one talks and we all look at one another. I scratch the back of my neck feeling rather awkward in this situation. "So....is anyone gonna talk? Or are we all just going to stay here for a few more minutes and stare at each other?" Jason asks breaking the silence. Dick rolls his eyes and Bruce looks at me. I shrink in my seat and stare at my fingers. "Alright. I'm just going to talk if no one else will. The old man over there isn't going to remember crap, if we don't start talking about some memories. So, someone talk about something. Goldie, talk to him about the day he adopted you. Replacement, tell him about the first mission you went on as Robin. Someone say something! Cause we're making no progress by staring into each other's eyes hoping to find the truth within them," Jason rants.

Dick nods his head, "Jay's right. Let's see, what can I tell you. Oh, I know. There was this time that we were fighting Scarecrow and you got hit by his fear gas. You passed out because it was a new formula and we hadn't created a new antidote. I didn't know what you were seeing, but you kept on thrashing and screaming. I didn't know what to do, cause I was about 10 at the time. I decided that the best I could do was to bring you back to the Batcave. So, I dragged you to the Batmobile and had it take us back home. After that, I waited for the gas to wear off. When you woke up, the first thing you did when you saw me was hug me. You told me that you loved me and that was also the first time you ever called me your son. It's a memory I always keep near and dear to my heart." Jason claps his hands really slowly and pretends to wipe away a fake tear. I glance at Bruce who doesn't seem to be phased by Dick's story. "I can't remember that happening. I don't think it worked," Bruce explains. I frown and look at Dick. Dick looks upset, but when he catches me looking at him he quickly puts a smile on his face. "I guess someone else should give it a shot. Tim? Jason?" Dick says.

"I'll go," Jason speaks up, "When I first got started out as Robin, you would always scold me for doing ridiculous things. I always felt like I was being compared to the Golden Boy. We went out because Poison Ivy was attacking. You said that I had to follow you rules or else I would get hurt. And unless you haven't met me, you all know that I don't have a really good track record of following the rules. So, I went against your plan and it ended up that it was a good thing that I did. I saved your life and took down Poison Ivy. After that, you came up to me and told me that you were proud of me. You said that there was a reason that you wanted me to become Robin. You told me that reason was because you saw something in me, something that convinced you I would make a difference in the world. I was young and stupid during that time, and I believed all that sap. But, yeah, that's the end of the story."

I scoff, "Poetic...."

"I'm sorry, did anyone ask for your comments. Want to fight me replacement. I am more than willing to rip out your lungs," Jason says glaring at me.

Bruce groans, "Shut up, the both of you." He massages his head in pain. We all look at him, waiting to see if he remembers. Bruce looks at us and nods his head, "I remember. I did mean those words Jason. None of those words were a lie." Jason rolls his eyes and leans against the wall again, ignoring Bruce's words. Although when I looked into his eyes, I could see how much those words actually meant to the former Robin. "Great, we're making progress. Tim, your turn," Dick says. I nod my head, thinking about what memory I could bring up. I smile when something comes to me. "Any day now would be nice," Jason said.

I ignore him and begin to tell my story, "This happened around last year. I was overworking myself, trying to solve a riddle that the Riddler had left. I hadn't slept or ate for a few hours. I just wanted to crack the puzzle and prove to you that I could do it. I don't know what time it was, but you came over to me and told me to give it a rest. I told you that I was close and that I was going to solve it. You started fussing over me. You said things like, when was the last time you ate or you should get some rest you look exhausted. I ignored you and continued to work. You realized that I wasn't going to give it a rest and decided to tell me a story. You told me how you see so much of yourself in me. I thought that was a good thing, but you told me that the reason you allowed me to become Robin is so I didn't end up like you. You told me about how when you was younger you used to push yourself to solve any puzzle and to crack any code. You said that you did this for so long you overworked yourself and ended up sick for a week. You told me that I had to rest or I was going to end up just like you. I told you that I couldn't rest until I proved to you that I was worthy of the title you gave me. You looked at me and said that I don't have to prove anything to you. You said that I was Robin because I deserved to be. I didn't have to prove my worth to you."

"You did rest after that, right?" Dick asks concerned. I nod my head and glance over at Bruce. He is massaging his head, "I don't remember saying that to you. I do remember you overworking yourself over a riddle, though." I sigh and nod my head. I'm a bit upset that Bruce can't remember the kind words he said to me, but he did remember a little bit. It is better than nothing. "Okay...well baby steps. You're remembering things. Let's tell one more story. How about one about all three of us? Ooooo....how about that time we got into a fight," Dick says.

"Go ahead, Dickface. Start telling the story," Jason says. Bruce looks at Dick, waiting for him to explain the fight. "So, we were arguing over what to get you for Christmas. I suggested we get you a new suit. Tim suggested some new tech. And Jason said that we shouldn't get you anything cause you're rich and already have all you could ever want," Dick says glancing at Jason.

Jason shrugs, "Am I wrong? Brucie over there is pretty loaded. Anyway one thing led to another and then the fists began to fly."

"It got a bit out of hand, when Jason said my idea was ridiculous and would probably end up in the trash," I add.

Dick sighs, "And then he commented on how a suit as a gift is stupid, since you don't really like dressing up and stuff like that. So, we fought. It began as normal fist-fight. A few punches, some kicks. Things of course started to get crazier when Jason took out a knife and I took out my escrima sticks and Tim took out his bow staff."

"No one really got hurt. Severely. There were only some bruises and cuts. And some blood. A lot a blood. But, no one was in any danger. We continued fighting for a while, until you came and yelled at us," I say.

Jason smirks, "You were pissed. You kept on going on about how we were brothers and how you trained us to fight the bad guys not each other. Than you banned us from patrol for a week." Dick and I nod in agreement. "You didn't even care to find out why we were arguing. You just banned us from patrol, told us to clean up our wounds, and left," Dick continues.

"In the end we just got you some stupid Christmas sweater. I'm pretty sure you don't have it anymore," I explain.

Jason grins, "I think he burned it. It did smell like cabbages, though. If someone gave that gift to me, I would've burnt it as soon as I opened the gift."

"Yeah, he burned it. I saw him sneaking out with it when he thought no one was looking," Dick exclaims, "Honestly though, that sweater stunk. Where did we even buy that thing?"

I laugh, "I don't even remember. I think we only payed $5, though. We waited so long to decide what to get you, we were desperate and bought the first thing we saw..." Bruce stares at us like we were crazy and suddenly grips his head. He groans and we all watch him with wide eyes. When he looks back up at us, he has a small smile on his face, "I remember that. I did burn the sweater. I kept it for a while because I didn't want to seem ungrateful. In the end, the smell was just too much." We all started cracking up. Bruce massages his head and sighs. "Why don't you go get something to eat or drink? Trying to recover memories is a bit tiring," Dick suggests to Bruce. Bruce nods his head and gets up. He leaves the study and heads to the kitchen. I look at my brothers who have conflicted looks on their faces.

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