Batman: Sons of the Bat IC
One Week Ago
The polished door of the Wayne Manor opened slowly as Timothy Jackson Drake slowly entered. A bag slung over his back, he had finally returned from his training with Lady Shiva and his mastery with his Bo Staff. His stint of training was a long one and he had missed his home more then anything. Well not more then his actual family but, that was something would never change. For now his mind was on his adopted father Bruce Wayne, wondering just when he would get back. They had talked an hour ago and Bruce mentioned that he would out for the night doing a solo mission, leaving Damian at the manor. Tim and Damian weren't on the best terms and it just made him wish that Dick would come back or maybe even Jason.
As he walked through the manor and toward the kitchen, Tim came face to face with the butler Alfred Pennyworth. Alfred was never truly treated like a butler with Tim but, more so an uncle as the man would go out of his way for anyone that had lived in that house. More then a butler would normally do. An exchange of words took place before Alfred took the young adult's bag to Tim's room. Tim, on the other hand, decided to go down to the bat cave. Reaching the cave, Tim heard the sound of the Batmobile's platform raising. Tim walked over to the platform, smiling as the Batmobile's door opened. Soon that face would turn to confusion and then worry as Batman climbed out and immediately dropped to the ground.
Tim dashed over to Bruce's body with a yell to follow, "BRUCE! FUCK!"
Present Day, Day of Bruce Wayne's Funeral
The Batcave was alive with the sound of the keys being clicked as Tim sat at the Batcomputer. He had been there all night since Bruce's death. Today was the day of his funeral, messages having been sent out to Jason and Dick immediately after Bruce's death by Alfred, and Timothy sat at the Batcomputer with only Bruce's thoughts in mind. There was literally only an hour left before the funeral was to take place and Tim was not even ready, still sitting in his night clothes but, luckily he at least smiled good. Finally Tim laid his head down upon the overly large keyboard. He had not been able to even find the clues to who killed Bruce and it tore him up inside.
"Damn it all." Tim said under his breath, his words low and sorrow filled.