So apparently getting told that you were supposed to be a murderous entity by a set of magical scales was horrifying. Who would have guessed? (Anyone even remotely sane or normal, Tim!)

  On the bright side, and after a variety of physical, psychological, and magical tests, he was deemed completely human (by Gotham City standards, because they were all at least a little off in some way or another) and psychologically the same as before, which wasn’t great but at least it wasn’t worse than before, with only a few minor changes to his aura (only when he was in contact with the scales though, other than that it was the same).

  He was currently in possession of the scales because as soon as anyone tried to take them out of his care, they started throwing a tantrum. Aka they threw around energy and messed with the power of whatever room it was in.

  He had finally been released and allowed to go home. As he opened his door into his apartment (he didn’t feel like heading all the way to Drake manor), he felt a sense of warmth and security fall over him. As he finished setting his stuff down, he heard a voice behind him call out with an unmistakable familiarity. The whispers of his scale were clearly fond in tone, even with no recognition of the words he could understand that.

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  “Hello Tim, we’ve been awaiting your arrival.” Tim flinched and turned around. But not bringing out a weapon, not against them, never against them, they weren’t threats, they were safe-protection-love. Standing there in his apartment was The Bats. Shit! He was not prepared for this. Because the closest Bat was none other than The Shadow himself, or just The Bat, his bat-like wings were folded around his body like a cloak and his normal cowl was off. If Tim were in pretty much any other situation he would have been happy to finally confirm that Mr. Wayne was The Shadow. Although, Mr. Wayne’s face was different, his hair looked like smoke, his pupils were slits (although they had dilated a moment after he had turned around), and his eyes were glowing slightly.

  He didn’t think he would have to see any of them so soon. He had a whole plan he was going to use, but guess that was down the drain now.

  Tim took in a steadying breath and broke the silence, “I don’t know how you think this is going to go, but I’m not just going to kill someone because a scale told me to, besides I’m still veryhuman, I’m not one of you.” A coo sounded from behind The Bat. Dick Grayson-Wayne was practically vibrating with excitement, his face was the same not quite right quality as Mr. Wayne, his Storm mask was gone, his pupils were dilated and taking up a good portion of his eyes, and his (currently) two pairs of wings were puffed up. “Aww, baby bird, you’re always welcome with Us, you’re Family.”