#flashpoint continuation

It had taken longer than Tim wanted to admit, but he had finally figured out who the two men were that had taken such an interest in him. They were connected to the League, a group that was all too familiar to the family. He still wasn’t sure what they wanted from him, but he could only imagine it was somehow to get Bruce or Jason back with them.

Which is why he hadn’t told either man about going out. He was going to collect the surveillance equipment, get home, and put everything in order so he could have a reasoned discussion with Bruce...and possibly a less reasoned one with Jason.

It was disappointing, really. There was a part of Tim that had enjoyed being around the other men. Neither man was necessarily fun, but they had been skilled, and when they sometimes shared anecdotes or bits of training with him, it had felt something akin to being, if not friends, like teammates.

Of course, things don’t always go according to plan. Which is how he found himself sitting in an alley, an emergency compress on his side, while he tried to get his radio to work to call for help.

Someone had opened fire on him, and he’d been hit in the side. A through and through, no vital organs hit, but it had hurt like a bitch. The boy had fallen fifteen feet, and his ankle and knee were twisted painfully.