August 16, 1938h Tim let himself in the servant's door of Wayne Manor. Even though it was still fairly light out, he knew better than to look for Bruce upstairs. He knew better than to look for *Bruce* at all. He headed straight to the den, to the grandfather clock and down the stairs. The Cave seemed dark, even for the Cave. It took Tim a moment to realize it wasn't just his imagination. The trapeze rigging, the old trophies - all were plunged in darkness. Almost all of the light that there was came from the giant monitor of the Batcomputer. Tim recognized the spread sheets and Venn diagrams displayed on that monitor from Dick's computer. Blockbuster. A low growl came from the man seated at the computer before Tim could comment. "Suit up." Tim froze, letting his noncompliance speak for him. Batman did not turn or gesture. He just repeated, in impossibly colder tones, "Suit up." "Dammit, Bruce! Can I at least get an update?" Tim felt his uneasiness grow as the silence lengthened between them. Finally: "Alive. Suit up." Tim turned silently and stalked back toward the changing area. Alive. Not dead. That's all it meant. Not dead. Focus on not dead - ? He stopped. Tim hit the comlink on the wall next to his changing stall. "Batman," he hissed. "Suit up." The link immediately went dead. No argument would be tolerated. Not dead, Tim reminded himself, reaching reluctantly for the blue and black suit.