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Tim watched as Shantyl left the cell and disappeared. He tried to get free once more from the collar, but couldn't. His struggling ceased as the General entered with Deret and Shantyl behind him.
"Hello once again, Timothy," he said.
"Why did you kidnap me?" Tim asked.
"Because we've kept tabs on you... Every ten years, I recruit a young teenager with much potential to become one of my elite commandos. You're the lucky one that I've chosen."
"To work for you? I'll never--"
"I thought you might say that. You see, we've got ways of converting young men and women over to us..." Deret handed him a metal rod, and flamed up a small blowtorch. Heating it to the point it burned red, the General marched over to Tim. "Get ready to convert, little boy."
Tim's eyes widened and he stiffened every muscle in his body. The General slammed the rod into Tim's chest. Tim screamed out in pain. His vision blurred in and out due to the head wound, his lack of food and sleep, and the pain rushing through his entire torso. When the General ripped it away, it began to sizzle down to a warm buzz. However, Tim's eyes were blurred in tears.
"Why? Why not choose someone who doesn't have anyone or anything they love? Surely they'd join willingly," he panted, his lungs burning.
"What's the point in having a soldier if you can't break his or her spirit and trust?"
He raised the rod once more like a baseball bat, and then swung down towards Timothy.

Deep within the Batcave, the dark Bruce Wayne sat at a table, looking through endless police reports done over Tim's kidnapping. He couldn't seem to truly focus out of dire concern for Tim's safety.
"Bruce?" a voice asked.
Bruce turned to Dick Grayson, who stood with a manila folder in hand.
"You got them?"
"Yep. It took some convincing, but I got them. They're inconclusive though," he said. He handed Bruce the file, who opened it to two composite sketches of the kidnappers. "They were wearing so much equipment, all Jack and the Dean of Brentwood could really tell was that they were male and female."
"Have you shown these to Oracle?"
"Actually, I gave her copies. She's trying to find an equipment match right now. Jack said that they were totally brutal with Tim. So did Alfred. I don't think this was a ransom kidnapping."
"I know. Too frontal. I've seen this gear before," Bruce said.
"Really? Where?"
"I once went undercover to a high-class army show about nine years ago..." He stood and walked for the batcomputer. "There was a man there showing this technology. Several generals scoffed his ideas, saying they were impractical and ridiculous."
"And you remember this why?"
"Because those ideas were practical and extremely useful. Granted they weren't fully working, but by now surely that scientist would have perfected the technology..."
"Sounds like a classic reason to turn to super-villainy to me," Dick said. He watched as Bruce quickly searched database after database. "So, say this guy sold his technology to these two... Why Tim? What could he possibly do for them that they can't do on their own? By the sheer picture I'd say they're mega-soldiers."
"On a mission. That scientist was no moron. I think he might be the ringleader..."
"Remember the name?"
"No. I'm trying to find something that'll tell us."
"And once again I ask... What can Tim do for these guys that they can't do on their own?"

Shantyl and Deret dragged Tim into a large area outside that looked like a medieval training ground. They dropped him to the ground as the General walked out to them. Tim couldn't walk on his own due to the beating he got... Mainly because he kept shooting his mouth off. Except for now, everything the General was saying began to touch his judgment.
'No... I've been trained to be *stubborn*,' he thought. 'Not to bend to the will of anyone... Not even Batman if it came down to it...'
"Look around, Tim. For years and years, warriors on end have come and trained here to become the very best. And now YOU have the chance to receive the best training in the world!"
Tim sat on his knees, hunched over. His ribs felt broken, especially around the burn hole, but he wasn't too sure. Half of him wanted to respond to the General in some way, the other half wanted to roll up into a ball and break down. Slowly, he crawled to his feet and looked at the General.
"I'm not a good athlete," he whispered, due to the pain.
"Oh, don't lie. We know better. Just say you'll follow my every word. Say it and you'll be taken care of in every way imaginable."
"I don't want to join you, General," Tim whispered in response. "I have a father at home... who loves me--"
The General walked over and slammed a fist into Tim's face. Tim fell to the ground and gasped to regain himself.
"*I* care enough to give you my devotion! *I* want to make you into someone! *I* know what you're capable of! I'll never abandon you or leave you! I SHOULD BE YOUR TRUE FATHER!"
Tim closed his eyes and rolled onto his knees again.
"Then why did you hit me?" he asked in normal tone. "Fathers who love their children don't hit them for no reason."
"I believe in tough love, Tim." He went and knelt in front of him, taking his head in his hands. "You may have anything you want, as long as you accept this. Do you understand?"
"Yes..." Tim said with a nod.
In the back of his mind, he was shocked that he agreed with the General. He didn't know why, but in one moment he started to believe everything the General was telling him. Everything was making sense, and he wanted to believe it further... More and more. This man was giving him the attention he always wanted from Jack but never got. Whether it was violent or not, it was attention.
"Do you want to be my son?" he whispered. "To join Lieutenants Deret and Shantyl as their companion?"
"...Yes... Yes, I do..."
"I know you want to say it... Go on..."
"Thank you, father..."

Two Days Later:
Batman walked in to Barbara Gordon, who was waiting for him at a table. Nightwing trailed behind him.
"You have something?" Batman asked.
"You know it! I was searching anything that had to do with those documents you sent me from that scientist. The name is Richard Taletman. He's been a busy boy since he was laughed off the weaponry market nine years ago," she said.
She handed him a thick packet of papers that were stapled together.
"What's this?" he asked.
"Crimes Taletman committed, but was never charged for. Actually, his record goes back nearly thirty years. A real megalomaniac. He's been accused of trying to bend kids to make them do his every will."
"Pervert?" Nightwing asked.
"Nope. More like a slave baron. He demands complete obedience from all who work for him and he expects nothing short of excellence from them," she replied.
Barbara and Nightwing looked at Batman accusingly as he flipped through the packet. He didn't have to look up to know they were staring at him.
"Never met the man in my life kids. Sorry... Barbara, where is he now?"
"Rumors have it he purchased a castle that was built on an island off the coast of Gotham."
"There's an island out there?!" Nightwing exclaimed.
"Yes. It's not exactly well known, so don't feel left out. I didn't even know it existed until just a bit ago."
"Then that's where we're going," Batman said, handing her the papers. "Nightwing, lets move."

Shantyl finished bandaging the tired Tim and stood.
"May I sleep more?" Tim asked. "I've only had five hours in the last four days..."
"No. Sleep will make you weak. You must be on perfect alert," she responded. "Deret will be in shortly with your new suit and weapons. Then he will escort you out to your father in the training grounds where you will begin practice."
"O-okay," Tim responded, bringing his knees up to his chest and hugging them.
He could have sworn he remembered someone saying that sleep helped you, not made you weak. Although, the image was blurry. Shaking it off, he figured that if the General believed that, it must be true. Tim shivered at the cold of the new cell he was in.
'Father just wants to keep me safe,' he thought. 'That's what my father does. Other fathers do not want that for their sons. Their fathers don't care. My father does.'
Deret entered and handed him a suit and a bag of equipment almost identical to his and Shantyl.
"It should fit you. Also be thinking of a new name," he said.
"New name? Why?" Tim asked, taking everything gratefully.
"Because, there comes a point and time in your life when the General decides it's time for you to move up in the world. It starts by you giving yourself a new name. Now change."
Deret left the cell and dropped a sheet over the bars to give Tim protection. Tim stood weakly and stripped off his bloody clothes as quickly as possible.
"New name?" he whispered to himself. "What should I call myself? I want it to be odd like Deret's and Shantyl's. I dunno... I can tell there's Derek and Chantal in those names... What names should I combine...?"

Speeding through the skies was the black, stealthy jet of Batman. Below on the waters was Nightwing in his black speedboat.
"So, what can we look forward to when we get there?" Nightwing asked over an intercom.
"It's guaranteed to be a difficult situation. It's been too easy to discover what happened to Tim."
"Ooookay. So, these weapons... What kind are they?"
"Cloaking devices, like that which the two commandos used when they caught Tim. Laser guns... Sophisticated night vision technology. And no one dresses like that unless they know how to fight on their own."
"Oh, gooood. I just hope that we can get to Tim before they do something drastic..."

"Jrace?" the General said thought fully. Tim stood before him in the training grounds of the large castle. Tim gave an approving nodded. The General looked at him curiously. "Why Jrace?"
"It's a combination of Jack and Bruce. I don't have a clue why those names came to mind, but I like it. Jrace is what I want my new name to be," he said, speaking the last part through a stifled yawn.
"All right. But now you forget about those two names, you hear? They're useless information that will clutter your mind, taking up space where important, tactical information can be."
"Yes, Father," Tim said, looking down.
"Now, its time to get a full feel of your athletic abilities, son. I've set up an obstacle course for you to try out. Try to get through it."
He pointed to a huge platform of swinging battle-axes, poles, catwalks, ropes and flamethrowers. Tim leapt up onto the beginning platform fearlessly. Shantyl and Deret walked to the General.
"General, I find this interesting," Shantyl said.
"What, soldier?"
"Look at him. All his life his lived in sheer luxury, without any troubles... And yet he escaped us once, put up a more than excellent fight, and now approaches that with fear. Even brainwashed, he would need previous experience with frightful situations to be able to do that."
"Hmm... You're right. But maybe he's doing this for show... Jrace!" he barked out.
"Yes, Father?" Tim asked, ready to sprint forward.
"GO!"
Tim shot forward, dodging flames and flipping through them. He swerved through each trap flawlessly.
"He's extremely good," Deret said. "For a boy whose never had a troubled day in his life."
"Makes you wonder, doesn't it?" the General asked, watching each of Tim's moves. "He almost moves as the Batman is reported to be able to."
Tim leapt over a long "sea" of swords and landed on the finishing platform. He nearly fainted from exhaustion, but sucked it in and turned to the three. He stood straight, on attention, and saluted them. The General saluted back and waved for him. He sprinted over and stood at attention, sweating from his physical "unhealth".
"What is it, Father? Did I dissatisfy you?" he asked.
"No, no. You just did very well. Deret... Take Jrace and start sparring, full contact."
"Yes, Sir."
Deret tried to lead Tim away, but he stopped.
"Father... Why is it I have so few memories of you being my father?" he asked.
The General back handed him in the mouth hard. So hard, he fell back several feet.
"Do not question the legitimacy of your father!" he yelled. "Understand?!"
"But--"
The General raised his hand to do it again. Tim shielded his bleeding face in fear.
"I asked you if you understand?! Must I BEAT it into you?!"
"No! No, I'm sorry!"
"Run laps. NOW!" Tim ran off to run laps around the training grounds. The General rubbed his hand where he hit Tim. "Lieutenants?"
The two snapped to attention.
"Sir?" they asked in unison.
"Make very sure that he doesn't get..." He trailed off, noticing the approaching Batjet. "JRACE!" he yelled. Tim ran over quickly. "We must leave, now. Before our unwanted company arrives."
Tim looked up at the Batjet.
"That looks somehow familiar, Father... Ack!"
The General grabbed him by the hair and pulled him along quickly doors leading to another part of the castle.
"SHANTYL! Take CARE of them! Deret, come with us!"
Deret ran after them. Shantyl pulled her gun and got ready as the jet hovered over her. Batman leapt out of it and sailed down in front of her. Immediately, she began to fire on him relentlessly. He dodged each laser, getting closer to her. He smacked the gun from her hands and tried to push her towards the ground hard. She blocked it and punched him in the chest. Grabbing his cowl ears, she rammed his head into her knee. She pulled a knife and went to stab him in the back, but a rope wrapped around her and yanked her away.
"Looks like I got here just in time to save your Bat-stuff, Batman!" Nightwing smirked.
"Deal with her. I'm going after Taletman and Timothy!" Batman said, sprinting away.
Nightwing looked at Shantyl.
"Looks like it's just you and me, hun. Peace out!"
He yanked her in and kicked her in the face, knocking her out cold.

Batman ran and blocked a powerful crescent kick from Deret and under hooked him in the jaw. Deret flew back and slammed into the ground.
"Timothy! Come with me!" Batman yelled as Deret recovered. "Now!"
"NO!" Tim screamed. "I stay with my father until the end! Not even Satan himself can change that!"
Batman was stunned at Tim. Deret took the moment to drop him to the ground with a laser skid across his leg. Nightwing ran in and skidded up next to Batman.
"Jrace, why don't you give these bad men a taste of what you can do?" the General said to Tim.
Tim pulled out a bola and spun it quickly. He threw it around Nightwing, still gripping the end, and pulled. Nightwing hit the ground hard, blanking out. Deret aimed at Batman.
"Take them to the torture chamber, boys," the General said. "There, my son will learn to have the stomach of a warrior."

Nightwing moaned and blinked to consciousness. He looked around to see he was chained to the wall by his legs, arms and neck. Batman was in the same position next to him.
"What happened?" Nightwing moaned.
"I have a feeling we didn't make it in time," Batman stated bluntly. Nightwing and him looked as Tim entered with the General. "And now I know why he wanted Tim."
The General took Tim to a table that contained an assortment of torture devices.
"Choose what you wish to use," the General said.
Tim looked around thoughtfully. After a few moments of deciding, he chose a gutting hook and a poker.
"I'll need flames to heat this, Father," he said, waving up the poker slightly.
"Of course. Here, I'll worry about that," he said. He took it gently. "Now, go work on one of them."
"Yes, Father."
He walked over and looked between the two. Both could tell he hadn't eaten much since they last saw him, and hadn't slept much at all either. He was slightly skinnier than when they last saw him, and his eyes were almost completely shadowed over from the lack of sleep.
'From the looks of it,' Batman concluded in thoughts, 'That Taletman has done what cults do... Tim's sleep deprived, mal-nourished, and drugged. Taletman's frightened that Tim will realize if he's not held in that damn routine... And it's effective. I should know...'
"What are you waiting for?!" the General bellowed.
"They're so defenseless against attacks from me. It's dishonorable... I can not do this!"
The General walked over and punched Tim down. Both Batman and Nightwing cringed at the impact of the General's fist to Tim's jaw. Tim fell into a table and used it to stand straight. The General grabbed Tim by the hair and pulled him back into an arch. He took the gutting hook and ran it down Tim's arm, cutting him just deep enough to cause pain.
"You listen to me. I am your father! You will obey me at any cost! Do as I say, or else it will be YOU receiving this in your stomach!"
He slammed Tim into the table and pounded the hook next to him. He walked off to tend to the poker. Tim's hand slid across the wood to the hook and gripped it tightly.
"Yes... Father..." he said weakly. He turned, tears in his eyes. He raised the hook above him, ready to strike at Nightwing. "Forgive me, sir," he whispered.
"Tim!" Nightwing hissed in a plea. "Don't you remember me? Don't you remember Batman? Your real father? Anyone?"
"The General is my real father," Tim said shakily, holding his position.
"No, Tim! He's not!" Nightwing whispered.
"YES HE IS!" Tim screamed, swinging down.
Nightwing cried out as Tim scraped down his chest with the hook. Tim couldn't do better because he was pulled away by the mysterious Batgirl. She slammed the hook away and twisted Tim's arm behind his back.
"Batgirl, get us free!" Batman ordered. Batgirl shoved Tim to the ground and rushed to Batman, pulling a small lock pick. She got his arm free and he took it from her quickly. "Behind you!" he said.
She spun around to receive a powerful double fist from Tim into her upper chest. She hit the ground, but tripped him towards her so she could catch him. As he fell, he punched her in the face. Batman got his upper body free, and was about to go for his feet, when the General slammed the hot poker into his stomach. He cried out and doubled over. The General began to beat him down with the rod.
Meanwhile, Batgirl grabbed Tim by the forehead and pushed him back, gently for trying to keep him away. She sprung up and crescent kicked the General away from Batman. Batman weakly finished undoing his feet and stood. He undid one lock for Nightwing's left arm and handed him the lock pick. After that, he went after the General.
Tim slammed a larger pole he found into the back of Batgirl, knocking her to the ground. He spun it around him with skills he didn't even know he had, and raised it above him to jab her. She looked at him, obviously surprised and slightly frightened under her mask.
"Why?!" she screamed.
He stopped dead in his tracks. Looking at her for a moment, he fit her face to that of an Asian girl with short black hair. He looked to Nightwing and saw a man that looked somewhat like him. He looked to Batman and saw a man with black hair and blue eyes as well. He looked at Batgirl, thinking that she never made any noises any of the times he thought he saw her before.
Turning white, he dropped the pole and backed away. Nightwing got free and helped Batgirl up, despite the slash down his chest. They turned to Tim.
"Tim?" Nightwing asked.
"N-No!" Tim screamed, turning and running.
"TIM!" Nightwing yelled.
He attempted to run after him, but Batgirl pulled him back. She shook her head and looked behind them, pointing to the General and Batman.
The General pulled a Taser slammed it into Batman's already open wound, electrocuting him. He was sluggish because of the unfair beating he got. Nightwing ran to help him, but back stepped when Batman threw a powder pellet into the General's face. Batman sprung to his feet and began to royally beat down the General. Nightwing looked at Batgirl, who came next to him.
"Batman's so spunky, wouldn't you say?" he asked.
He moaned and held his chest. Batgirl looked at him, and then the mess forming before them. She nodded.
"Yes."
"Oooo--KAY Batman! Chill!" Nightwing exclaimed, running. He pulled Batman away and turned him to him. "Batman, there's a boy on this island right now having an identity crisis. Right now, he needs you. I'll handle Taletman and his guys with Batgirl, all right?"
Batman glanced back at the mess that was the General, and nodded. He quickly rushed off.

Tim sat on a high parapet, scrunched together and shaking. He was trying his hardest not to break into any more tears, but it wasn't working to well. He just rocked back and forth, unable to think or anything.
"Timothy?" Batman asked, coming from the stairs to the parapet.
Tim retracted away, the tears flooding from his eyes.
"Get away!" he cried. He rolled into the fetal position. "Puh-Please!"
Batman rushed to him and grabbed him by the arms to hold him still.
"Tim, LOOK at me! Tell me that you don't recognize me and MEAN it, and I'll let you go. I'll leave here and leave you be. But you have to mean it."
Tim forced himself to look at him with shaky, frightened eyes.
"I... can't tell you that... Things are so confused! I can barely even recognize that I'm Tim!" He looked down and whispered, "...can't even remember my full name..."
"Tim... Do you trust me? You used to at one time..."
Tim looked at him with eyes full of pure antagonism.
"How can I trust someone who I don't know and wants to take me away from my father?!" he screamed.
He slammed his foot into the burn mark across Batman's with all his power. Batman fell back and grasped his chest in pain. Tim stood and lunged for him, swiping a punch towards his head. He yelped as Batman caught his fist and squeezed. Batman stood and continued to hold his fist tightly.
"Tim. Did your "Father" ever tell you never to attack in anger? Did your "Father" ever tell you that he loves you, or that he's proud of you?" Tim slowly stopped struggling. Batman wiped blood off Tim's lips and showed it to him. "When has your "Father" NOT hit you?"
"Buh-But... Father loves me. He doesn't need to say it. And I deserve to be hit... I question Father, he makes me pay. It's a fair exchange... Isn't it?"
"No, Timothy. It's not. A father is there to support you, and to allow you to question things in life without punishing you. A real father gives you room to grow, but is always there to lend a helping hand. He tells you when something is wrong and tries to lead you on the path of right. He respects your feelings and learns how to listen to you, almost as if not as a son, but more a friend. The greatest reward from a father to his son is not honor and obedience, but love and laughter. Without being able to question what's in life without being hit makes you retract into a world of sorrow and ignorance. That man is not your father, Tim. I can take you to your REAL father."
Tim's jaw was wide open. Everything Batman was making sense to him. More sense then anything the General ever did. Tim blinked back tears and grabbed Batman by the cape anxiously.
"What's his name?" he asked.
His tone was that of a young child wanting to know what his Christmas gifts were. Batman took Tim by the shoulders.
"Jack Drake," he responded.
"Jack... What's he like?"
"A very good man. And, at this moment, a very worried father wanting his son to come home that was kidnapped over a week ago."
"...Who's Bruce?" he asked weakly.
"A friend. Trust me, a friend. Tim, will you come?"
"I... guess... I have these images in my head of you and your comrades... Like I've seen them before. All of you, without the masks."
Batman just turned and gently led him for the stairs.
"Things will be cleared up in time. I promise." He gently pressed a pressure point on Tim's neck, causing him to faint. Batman caught him and picked him up. "Have to make sure you're rested before we get to your home..."

Jack Drake rubbed his eyes and sat back in his chair. He hadn't slept much at all since Tim had been kidnapped. After that, he had a nice, not-so-pleasant, long "chat" with the Brentwood Academy officials. Tim would be going back, but he would be under a more careful watch.
Jack looked to the windows as he heard a slight swoop. Standing there was Batman and Nightwing. They were holding onto Tim so he wouldn't fall over. The little "nap" he had on the way there helped jolt some of his memories back into place, but he still had doubt because everything was so fuzzy...
"Timothy!" Jack cried, springing to his feet.
Tim took a step back.
"It's okay, Timothy," Nightwing reassured.
Batman stepped forward to the surprised Jack.
"The kidnappers have brainwashed him using extreme cult tactics. He half-believes the head of the kidnappers was his real father," he explained.
"What...? Tim! It's me!" Jack exclaimed, looking to Tim. "Son...? What have they done to you?" he asked.
He observed the bruises all over Tim's face. Tim looked at him with slightly frightened eyes.
"These guys say you're my real father... That the General isn't. That he made me believe. But Father wouldn't lie to me. Why would he?"
His voice shook. All three could tell he harshly doubted everything the General had told him and he believed before.
"Because he wanted to use you, Tim," Nightwing said.
"Tim... Please! Try to remember me," Jack pleaded. "I'm your real father! I love you, son... I know you can fight this if you *try* to." Tim stared at him with pained eyes. "Tim... I don't know how that man convinced you that he was your father, but it looks like he beat you... A loving father wouldn't do that. Maybe when you're younger and you were to steal something a spanking would be in order... But not beating. I have never beat you. Please, son... Remember!"
Tim gulped back and closed his eyes. He tried hard to remember visions he had while he was out on the trip home.
*****
"...And everyone is paying close attention to this drama that is unfolding with the boy that is lost in Gotham," a reporter said on a TV screen. "Our prayers go out to Timothy Drake, Jack Drake and the men who will be conducting the rescue of this boy. More news as it develops..."
Tim stripped off his green mask of his Robin costume and whimpered to Alfred.
"Why did he do this to me? He knows I'd come back as soon as Gotham reopens!" he exclaimed.
"Yes, perhaps. But your father is just worried that you may not make it. After all, he doesn't know what you do all those late nights," Alfred responded.
He stood nearby, putting civilian clothes into a red backpack for Tim.
"I guess... I wish I could tell him. It'd make things so much easier on Bruce and me. Then my dad would know that I can handle myself really, really well and wouldn't worry!"
"He would be worried sick, Master Timothy. He loves you very much and only wants to keep you safe."
He handed Tim the backpack. Tim slung it over his shoulder and replaced his mask.
"I love him too... But he can't stop me from doing what I want to do, you know? He prolly wouldn't, but he'd use it against me!"
"Yes..." They turned as the dark and mysterious Batgirl came in the window. "Your body guard has arrived to take you to the meeting point."
"Great. You know, I must be the only kid in the world who has a dad that would rip the president a new one just to get me out of NML," he said.
"Maybe, or maybe not. It is the power between a father and son that enables them to do many things."
*****
In a painful blur, every memory Tim ever had came back to him. His eyes snapped open and he ran to Jack, hugging him tightly.
"God, Dad! I'm so sorry!" he cried.
Jack embraced him tightly.
"It's okay, son... It's okay. I just thank God you're all right..." he whispered. "I love you so much..."
"I love you too, Dad..." Tim whispered back, crying. "I love you too..."
Jack went to thank Batman and Nightwing, but they were nowhere in sight. He shut his eyes and thanked God one last time. He stood straight and took Tim by the hand.
"Come on, Son... Lets get you some help."
They exited the study together.
Atop the house, Batman and Nightwing watched over the two protectively.
"Tim's lucky to have such a good father who cares so much for him," Nightwing said.
"Yes. It seems to be getting more and more rare these days to find a father who would go to the same lengths as he has for Timothy. Some fathers wouldn't even try."
"Jack and you have a lot in common, you know."
"How's that?" Batman asked, glancing at him.
Nightwing turned away to watch Jack's car pull out for the street.
"Jack sends in the National Guard to pull Tim out. You ARE practically the National Guard, and would go in to pull him out yourself. Jack would take every precaution to make sure Tim is safe and would kill for him. You do too."
Batman remained behind him.
"And Jack loves Tim so much, he'd die for him. As I would for you."
Nightwing spun to look at him, but he was all ready gone. He thought about that a moment, and then smirked. He could feel Batman's presence still around him.
"Thanks, Bruce," he whispered. "That's one thing Tim and *I* have in common. We both have fathers *we'd* die for. The shared love truly is the greatest reward in life."

The End.