Training with Tim. Lab work. Training with Dick. More work. Sleep until dawn. Then start over. That was Bart's life in a nutshell. Except that it was going to change because Dick had informed him he was signing up for his gymnastics class. The words were Dick's, but it was an order from Nightwing. And Jill was still worried ( Read more... )

Sleep had never come easy for Bart, and lately, it had been scarce at best. He had to settle for working harder than usual and collapsing into bed for the scant hours he could get before nightmares made it impossible. He'd gotten used to not being alone in bed, to the schedule he and Tim had created. Now everything was askew and Bart wasn't sure ( Read more... )

Bart knew he was trying to distract himself from recent events, just to not think at all. The thing was, having a pet made that easier, even one as unusual and rambunctious as Bob. Even at his lowest, the little guy made him smile. Right now, he needed to. He was actually up a tree at the edge of one of the scattered clearings, far from the ( Read more... )

Bart wanted to take it back. What he'd shouted in response, what he'd done. But he couldn't Even if he'd had a time machine, it wouldn't change anything. Even as a little kid, he was still just a screw-up. So he'd ran. Ran until he could pretend the stinging in his eyes was from the wind. Ran until his legs burned, feeling like they were ( Read more... )