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Tim was not having the best day. He had slept in that morning, so he was late for school and then he found out that they were having a test that day that he had forgotten to study for, so he had to do some cramming at lunch and now here he was, bleeding out in an alleyway. His comms were broken due to the fact that one of the guys had smashed him in the head with a pipe. He sighed. He thought that when he died it would be awesome and heroic but no, he had to die because he was to sleep deprived and lost in his thoughts to notice that there had been five men, not two.
Matt was walking back to the shelter when he heard it. A heartbeat, slow and inconsistent. They were injured. He rushed down the alleyway and over to the person. They had been stabbed. At least five times. He hesitated for a moment before picking the man up. He held the man in a bridal style. He then carried the man through the alleys of Gotham before finding an empty warehouse. He put the man down and then reached into his backpack that held his suit and first aid supplies. He had gotten into the habit of bringing it everywhere he went after hearing someone steal money from one of the bags at the orphanage. He then began to clean the man up.
Tim woke in his bed in Wayne Manor. Had it all just been a dream? He lifted his shirt, which hurt so, probably not a dream, and saw that he had been stitched up. The stitching job wasn't neat, not like Alfred, it was a bit jagged. He got up and slowly walked to the kitchen. “Good morning, Master Tim” Alfred said. “Hey Alfred” he said. “How did I get here” he asked. “Daredevil” Alfred told him. “How?” he asked. “We do not know” he said. “Master Bruce awaits you in the cave” he added, and Tim was pretty sure he knew what this was about.
“How the actual fuck does this daredevil guy know where we live” Jason exclaimed. “I don't know” Bruce admitted. “But that is why we are trying to figure out who he is” he said. “Does anyone know anything?” he asked. “He knows how to disappear” Steph said. “He’s also not much of a talker” Tim added. “He is very experienced” Damian said. Jason scoffed. “He doesn't like guns” he said. “Also, he's catholic” “That makes sense, I mean he was raised by nuns” Dick said before he could stop himself. “How do you know that” Duke asked. “We had a talk” Dick replied. “Annnnd?” Steph asked. “He's from New York, but he is pretty good at hiding the accent, he likes to parkour, his mom was a nun who worked at the catholic orphanage where he lived after his dad died when he was nine. His dad was probably in a gang or something because he said that his dad wanted him to ‘use his brains not his fists’ and then said, ‘not like him’” Dick explained quickly. They were all silent for a moment until Steph spoke. “Cass thinks he's blind” she said which caused Jason to shout. “WHAT THE ACTUAL MOTHER FUCKING FUCK!”