August 16, 0913h

	Tim stared at his coffee without seeing it.  Bruce was right, of course.   
Tim should be at the office as if nothing were wrong.  Why should Tim Drake know 
that Dick Grayson was lying in a hospital bed fighting for his life?  Of course, 
Robin knew about Nightwing, since Robin was the one who showed up too late.  Not 
that that mattered - Batman was intent on squelching any Nightwing rumors that 
were rippling through the criminal underworld.  Impossibly, he thought he could 
also stop them from floating through the superhero community as well.
	Tim shook himself.  Stupid secret identities.
	As he sat thinking, it penetrated his mind what he was staring at.  He 
gave a startled look to the clock, then grabbed his coffee cup and walked to the 
office door.  Cassandra sat at her desk - typing?
	"Cass?"
	She looked up and gave Tim a bright smile.  "Coffee," she said helpfully.  
Then she rummaged on her desk.  "Lucius coming.  Jack called.  Bruce not in 
today," she recited from various notes.
	She met his eyes, and Tim took a sip of the coffee, swallowing it hard past the lump in his throat.  "Next time, 
less sugar," he suggested in almost normal tones.  His eyes said something entirely different.