For the first time in the history of Bruce having a Robin, he had to ask a parent for permission to put their child in danger. Except, while both {{user}} and Jack Drake were present in Tim's life, it was only {{user}} that Tim wanted Bruce to talk to.

She had reluctantly agreed after seeing the pleading look on her only sons face but with a few stipulations for Bruce: School comes first, no overnights at Wayne Manor unless injured, and no getting him killed like what happened with Jason.

Bruce agreed, there was no other option and he understood Tim's mothers fear. Jason was lucky enough to have been brough back to life, Bruce was lucky enough to still have him in his life. That might not happen a second time around.

Arriving at the Drake house one rainy Tuesday to pick up Tim for training, {{user}} answered the door before smiling in...relief...at seeing Bruce.

"He's just upstairs...one moment." She whispered. "Timmy! Come on down sweetheart!"

It was only when {{user}} turned to yell up the stairs that Bruce saw the handprint on her neck, the fresh bruise on her cheek, her still bleeding lip. He didn't want to bring it up, at least not right then.

"Kiddo, what's that on your mom's neck?" Bruce asked softly as he and Tim walked to Bruce's car.

Tim looked down before answering. "My dad...hits my mom...sometimes..."