August 18, 0645h

	Tim looked uneasily at Cassandra as he let them into the Grayson home.  
"Hello?" he called into the eerily silent house.
	There was no answer.  
	"Babs?  Spud?  Dinah?"
	"No Bentley," Cassandra pointed out.
	Tim nodded in acknowledgment, moving back through the house toward 
Oracle's workstation.
	The door was ajar.
	"No news," Cassandra said at his elbow.
	Tim nodded.  No news was good news.  He steeled himself and led the way to 
the elevator.
	The doors slid open, and suddenly Dinah was in his arms.  "TIM!"
	"Dinah?"
	She stepped back from him.  "Hey Cass.  Is Bruce with you?"
	"He went back to Gotham," Tim said apologetically. "What's going on?"
	"Sorry, I was just coming to call.  He's responsive!"
	"He's awake?" Tim questioned, faintly stunned.
	Dinah's expression fell a little, although she still kept her smile.  "No.  
No, not awake.  But he'll squeeze your hand."
	"Good news," Cassandra said firmly.
	Tim nodded.  "That is good news.  Can we see him?"
	"Tim, tell her."
	Cassandra's words jarred him.  The night's fight suddenly seemed far 
distant, something from a dream.
	"Tell me what?" Dinah asked sharply, her eyes narrowing.
	Tim moistened his lips.  "We got him.  The assassin."
	Dinah's eyes widened.  "Are you serious?  Who was he?  Where - are you all 
right?  Is Bruce -?
	Tim shook his head.  "We don't know.  I mean, about the assassin.  We're 
all right, just tired."
	"Batman catch him.  He cut line."
	Dinah looked blankly at Cassandra.
	"The machete guy," Tim supplied.  "He jumped.  Batman had him but then -"
	"Dead?" Dinah whispered.
	"No body," Cassandra shrugged.  "But gone."
	"Gone," Dinah echoed hollowly.  She shook herself.  "I guess that's more 
good news, then."  She thought for a second.  "But they don't need to hear it 
yet."
	Tim, already stepping into the elevator, gave her a confused look.  The 
thoughtful expression on Dinah's face turned into one of resolve.
	"Let me come down with you.  I'll tell Babs.  But let her decide how to 
tell Spud."
	"Spud tough kid.  Okay to know," Cassandra argued.
	"Just let Babs do it," Dinah requested, a hint of temper under her tone.  
"And Tim -"  She paused, her eyes hinting at tears.  "You'll tell Dick, right?"
	Tim studied Dinah's face and the lines of exhaustion traced there, the 
dark circles under her eyes.  She looked hopeful, but weariness had beaten her 
down.  He wondered for a moment how his face looked.
	"Yeah," Tim agreed softly as they finally all stood in the elevator and the doors closed.  "I'll tell him."