Batman stared at the boy and he turned to the thugs and checked their pockets, nothing much. He looked at Tim and he frowned, with a solemn face. But he took the time to ask the boy for his name. "Whats your name?"

"..You're going to arrest me,too aren't you?" Tim faced the facts, figuring the caped crusader would.

"..Uuuh I'm Timothy Jackson Drake. I prefer Tim Drake though.

"...." A long period of silence passed.

Batman looked at the boy, and he sighed for a minute and turned to the Bat-Mobile. Not exactly. He scowled back at the boy, and he was kind of impressed how the boy knew that he was probably going to do so. He stared, and he smiled and turned to the Bat-Mobile. "Call me if you ever need me." He jumped into the Bat-Mobile and drove off.

"....Wha? He just let me off?" Tim gets up grabbing his jean jacket that got ripped by a thug.

Tim runs down the alley, seeing a rose on the ground "What is that for..?"

"...Hmph, that Batman guy isn't how I thought he would be.." Tim walks to his house, thinking. "....Will I ever see him again when I need him? Problably not."

Batman was inside of the Bat-Mobile, contacting Alfred.
"Yes, Master Bruce?" Alfred asked.
"Alfred, I met a boy in a alley, ...his name is Timothy Jackson Drake." Batman said, driving in the car sternly.
"No.. I have never heard of him." Alfred said, muttering to himself turning to the Bat-Computer and activating a button. It showed up a couple facts about Timothy Drake.
..Suddenly, Batman would come to a BIG stop and crash moment.
"Master Bruce? MASTER BRUCE?" Alfred asked.
Suddenly smoke rised out of the Bat-Mobile, Bruce laid against the controls of the Bat-Mobile, a thug coming by the Bat-Mobile and giggling, the thug took off it's mask, in joy laughter around the Bat-Mobile.
Fire raised out of the ashes of the Bat-Mobile, as Batman laid there, blank with his eyes closed. The thug lifted up Batman and carried Batman, slumping to lift Batman up, the thug was only 140 pounds, he couldn't take Batman's weight. Dropping Batman in a clumsy manor, Bruce fell down onto the ground, the fire raising around Bruce's body.

"..." He walks in his room, picking a picture up. It was his parents and him. He was only a kid at that time. His eyes would start burning upvso he dropped the picture. Looking at that picture only made him cry.

Tim would smell smoke and run to the fire. He'd yell "HEY LET BATMAN GO!" He'd run and and would throw his fist at the thug, clumsily since he isn't good at fighting.

Tim's burns his leg. He yelps and tries to stop the thug.

The thug laughed, but then fell down onto the ground and coughed. Bruce stumbled, getting up in a dizzy manor leisurely, he walked to the Bat-Mobile and fell down, coughing hard. Relaxing against the Bat-Mobile, a thug hit him with a crowbar.

Tim would punch the thug with the crowbar and he would throw a right hook into the thug's chin.

The thug would fall down onto the ground, not really hurt, but attempting to grab Batman. Batman elbowing the thug in the upper chin, a quick jab and a sweep kick onto the ground. The thug fell down, Batman cuffing him, and looking at the other thugs. He quickly grabbed the boy and put him inside of the Bat-Mobile, and zoomed off.

"..Hey..I'm trying to save you! Not the other way around!" Tim would say glaring at Batman.

"Nice try.." He said, driving with a scowl at the mirror, looking at Tim.
"I heard your a orphan." He said, driving with a straight look at the mirror.

"My life is not important right now, it's about you."
Batman said.

"H-How do you know that? ...Are you an stalker?" Tim would ask, shocked that he knows something personal about him.

"...." Tim looks at the Batmobile's buttons. "Hey what does this button do?" About to press it.