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the-coffeeaddict-tim-drake · 1 year ago

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Just A Kid Next Door - Chapter 4

Bruce is finally back from being stuck in the time stream. Tim managed to save Batman and his loved ones. Now it is time for Tim to go home and rest. But the problem is that, Tim has no home. Or that's what he thinks so.

This will be a multichapter fic on how did Tim reconcile with his family. It will be full of angst, family feels and family shenanigans.

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-------------------------------CHAPTER 4---------------------------------

Removing his shoes, Jason entered the apartment. The apartment was pitch black, except for the light spilling from the kitchen. Sighing, Jason removed his helmet and gear and put them on the coffee table along with his duffel bag. After typing in the code on his wrist, he carefully removed his red domino mask as well.

Jason then made his way to the kitchen. He was wondering where did his little brother stay all this time, because last time Jason checked, Tim had sold the drake manor. And there was no sign of him in Gotham for last six months. It took Jason a whole week to search for his little brother before he gave up.

He knew Tim had a bad habit of disappearing out of the blue for cases and stuff, but their last conversation had formed a pit of dread in Jason’s heart.

Jason sees a lean but built figure facing away from him, sitting on the same barstool that Tim had sat last the time he visited Jason. The figure was clad in red and black Kevlar which included a black and gold utility belt crossing over his chest in an ‘X’ shape and long black cape.

“Jason” the person called out.

“Tim?” Jason asked, surprised.

Wasting no time, Jason went and stood in front of his brother. Long gone was the scrawny little child that Jason had encountered few months ago. The Tim in front of him was different.

Tim had hit a growth spurt. His voice was no longer boyish, it sounded smooth and deep, and he had even lost the little baby fat that he had on his face before, which is now sporting sharp features. His hair a little longer than what Alfred would consider decent. And the most evident thing is that, his brother was not scrawny anymore. He is built.

His brother is fucking built.

Maybe not as much as Jason, but he is still built somewhat equal to Dick.

Tim looked up at Jason, his eyes empty of any emotion unlike last the time he had seen him. Jason then noticed that Tim looked tired, like he hasn’t been eating and sleeping properly. And what Jason finds hard to believe is that he looks older.

He is not a small boy anymore.

His little brother grew up.

His little brother was forced to grow up.

His childhood was snatched away from him. He faced all the hurdles that this world threw on him, alone, even when he had a huge family for him.

“Babybird” Jason called out.

Tim’s eyes were cold, like all the life has been sucked out of him. And Jason can see a faint scar running from his right eyebrows to his cheek.

“Where the hell have you been, Tim? You know how many days I searched for you. Do you know how worried I was? I thought you were kidnapped, or worse kil-.” Jason stopped himself from completing the statement.

Jason sighed heavily. He was pissed.

“Bruce is alive, Jason. He’s in the Manor.” Tim said, his voice sounding almost robotic.

“Yeah Babybird, I knew. Supes informed”

“Okay” Tim nodded.

Silence filled the room for the next few seconds.

“Thank you for your time. I’ll take my leave.” Tim said while standing up and going towards the window. Jason blocked his way, but Tim did not even look up.

“What happened to you, Timmy?”

No reply.

“Talk to me Tim, what happened?” Jason held Tim on both sides and jerked him.

Tim showed no reaction. Jason’s anger flared.

“Six months, Tim. Six months. I haven’t seen or heard from you for almost six months. And now you pop out of nowhere just to inform me about Bruce’s arrival. Do you know how worried sick I was?” Jason spat.

Still, not even a single expression crossed his brother’s face. Jason felt like his brother was replaced by some stone.

“And did you come here just to inform me about this? After all this time!"

“I doubted the others in the Manor would inform you. That’s why I came here to do it myself.” Tim said, his expression still stoic.

“Fuck” Jason cursed.

He started pacing back and forth while running his fingers through his hair. Tim’s behavior was pissing him off. His brother behaved like a complete stranger.

“Please Jason, let me go.”

“No fucking way, replacement”

Tim sighed. Jason was at least glad for the first human emotion that his brother showed since he came.

Jason didn’t know what else to do. His little brother looked like he was haunted. Pale face, fading scars, dark eye bags and serious expression was not what he expected from his brother when he entered his safehouse.

So Jason did the only other thing that was left out.

He hugged the kid. He noticed that Tim had grown considerably tall, he was now upto Jason’s ear.

This made him feel bad. He had missed seeing his little brother grow up to an adult. ‘Almost an adult’ his brain chimed.

Tim became stiff. And then he almost melted into the hug.

Tim snuggled closer to his brother.

“I missed you so much, baby brother” Jason said, after a minute into the hug.

“I’m not a baby, Jason” Tim hissed.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, but right now you are acting like one” Tim scorned

“Sarcasm still intact, I see”

Tim huffed. Jason laughed and ruffled his his hair while breaking the hug.

“I missed you” Jason said emotionally.

“I know”

“Fuck you, replacement. The correct answer is ‘Yes, I missed you too, Jason, my all time favorite brother” Jason mocked, in an exasperated childish voice.

Tim shakes his head, hiding a small smile. Jason was happy to be the reason behind it.

Jason broke the silence after a few seconds of comfortable silence.

“Did you go and see Bruce, Tim?”

Tim visibly stiffened. His cold demeanor was back again for some reason.

"Yes"

‘Did I say something wrong?’ Jason thought.

“You went to the Manor?”

“No”

“Then how did yo- wait, you went straight to the watchtower?” Jason asked, surprised.

“Kinda”

“How did you know about Bruce though? Did superman tell you?”

“I figured it out myself, Jason. Tim scoffed, becoming restless by each passing moment.

"I was trying to prove the exact same thing all these months, but nuh-uh, everyone said I’ve become crazy or something. But look how that turned out, huh. I was there in the watchtower, helping the league in bringing back Bruce by the way.” Tim rambled, his voice sounding angry.

“Oh”

“I’m sorry, Babybird. I shoul-should’ve believed in you. But- ”

“But what, Jason? You all thought ‘Oh poor little Timmy has lost it. He is unable to accept his mentor’s death. He has finally lost the little sanity he had left in him” Tim mocked, his face clear with annoyance and anger.

“I’m sorry. It’s my fault”

Tim sighed. He ran his fingers along his hair. He looked everywhere but at Jason.

“No no, I’m sorry Jason. I know I sounded a little crazy back then. Hell, I sound crazy even now. But you should have at least had a little bit of faith in me.”

“I’m quite relived that you did not call me out for being crazy and thought I would become a villain or something” Tim said, recalling the times he have overheard heard the other justice league members and superheroes talking behind his back.”

Jason felt like shit. He felt bad for not believing his brother when he knew that the young boy’s hunch is never wrong.

“I’m sorry, Tim”

Tim gave Jason a tight lipped smile before moving towards the window.

“Will you be coming home, you know, to see Bruce?”

A few beats of complete silence followed.

“Home? What home?” Tim said bitterly, before pulling over his cowl and jumping from the building.

#Tim drake fic #tim drake angst #good parent bruce wayne #dick grayson is nightwing #batfam #jason todd is red hood #damian wayne is robin #gotham #alfred pennyworth #tim drake needs a hug #jason todd is a little shit #young justice

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aerascreamer · 2 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Batman - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Bruce Wayne

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne

Additional Tags: Batfamily Shenanigans (DCU), Fluff and Crack, Bruce Wayne is So Done, Family Fluff, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members - Freeform, Everyone being an idiot, Fluff and Humor, Happy Batfamily (DCU), Miscommunication

Summary:

(Inspired by @incogneat-oh ‘s post on Tumblr. Link here)

Tim decides he needs sleep, for once. As he winds down in his new safe house near Crime Alley, his dream of sleep comes to halt, all thanks to a noisy neighbour.

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Tim stretched his cold limbs with a grunt. One last look through his binoculars confirmed that the warehouse in front of him was still empty. He curses under his breath at another dead end.

The young detective has been investigating the Penguin’s operations for a while, wanting to find clues about his alliance with Two-Face. But the man keeps slipping between his fingers like a penguin sliding on ice.

Tim decided to call it a night and head back home to get some sleep. Everyone in the family has been pestering him to get some rest, to the point Alfred started to send ominous and scary voicemails. And, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he’d fall asleep standing if he just closed his eyes for more than two seconds.

However, the Manor or his dorm room was too far away. Way too far. His best option was his new safe house next to Crime Alley. Not fully equipped yet but there was a bed at least. Tim made his mind and headed towards the sector.

After a warm bath, he sunk into the soft and welcoming grasp of the bed sheets. He buried his face into the pillow, Morpheus calling him… until the sound of water rushing through the canalisations woke him up.

A voice started to sing, loud and deep.

Tim looked at the time on his phone.

3:30.

Someone was taking a shower.

At three thirty.

Someone was singing their heart out.

AT THREE THIRTY IN THE MORNING.

Tim got on his knees and banged against the wall he shared with the neighbour who dared disturbing him.

“SHUT UP YOU ARSE !”

The voice didn’t stop.

In fact, it grew louder.

“I SWEAR I WILL CALL THE COPS !”

The voice kept singing.

As Tim headed for his doorstep, he heard banging and shouting from the corridor, very clear despite the wall.

“SHUT UP YOU PEASANT !”

Tim froze.

He hoped the voice didn’t belong to who he thought. He hoped it wasn’t him. He hoped he didn’t have to deal with him right now, outside patrol. He flung the door open.

Looking to the left, he saw Damian hitting the neighbour’s door while snarling. Dick stood behind him, arm crossed. His expression was pissed but mostly tired. The two turned towards Tim, Damian’s fist hanging in the air.

“What are you doing here ?” The young brat asked.

“Trying to get some sleep.” Tim said

Dick tilted his head and stared at him with a raised eyebrow.

“What ?”

“You ? Actually wanting to get sleep ?”

“It’s true.”

Damian tutted.

“You said, and I quote: “Sleep is for the weak and I need answers.” ”

Tim pinched his nose, already exhausted by the demon spawn.

“Whatever, why are you two here ? I thought you went back to Blüd, Dick.”

“I did, but there was a lead I found for a case that send me back here,” The eldest replied. “I owed Damian a butt kicking on Mario Kart so I invited him.”

This time, Tim was the one raising an eyebrow.

“Why there and not the Manor ?”

“I needed -“

The neighbour’s door jerked open. Damian dodged at the last second and found himself face to face with a snarling Jason, his hair still wet.

“WHAT ?!”, he shouted. Then his eyes narrowed in confusion. “Why are you all here?”

Damian crossed his arms in a mimic of Dick’s pose.

“We were trying to sleep before your poor singing skills disturbed us.”

Jason blinked.

“Wait, you have apartments in this building and floor ?”

“Yeah.” Both Tim and Dick answered. The tall man looked around before letting everyone in his place. Tim took a glanced at the inside, noting with suspicion the knives displayed pretty much everywhere.

“So can anyone tell me why you have set upon around my safe house ?”

“I thought I’d have a safe house here to resupply mid-patrol without having to go all the way back to the Cave,” Tim started. “Though I didn’t know you were here. Nor them”

“Same reasons,” Dick added. “I didn’t know about your presence either.”

Jason looked between his siblings and let out a chocked laugh.

“You geniuses set up next to each other without knowing it ?! So much for the great vigilantes of Gotham !”

“You didn’t either, Todd !”

The group broke into an argument, punctured by laughs as well as insults, before Dick clapped his hands.

“I suppose it’s a prefect opportunity for a sleepover then ?”

“If it means we can play Mario Kart, then yes,” Damian said. “I want a rematch.”

Bruce climbed the stairs to the fifth floor. Adjusting his grip on the various of supplies for vigilante purpose, he cursed the broken elevator. He wondered how long it hasn’t been fixed, if there were elderly or disabled people living in this place (Barbara often complained about the city’s negligence and unfriendly structure for wheelchair users), as well as how to get it fixed as fast and discreetly possible.

He struggled with the keys but managed to get inside his new safe house. The small apartment barely had any furnitures, and filled boxes littered the ground. Bruce sighed and started to unpack before putting everything in the drawers.

Muffled conversations leaked through the wall. Bruce couldn’t understand the conversation subject and was surprised people were up that late. Using it as background noise, he continued to clean the room.

Soon however, the voices grew louder. Bruce stopped and listened the conversation turning into a screaming match before crashes and thuds echoed in his safe house.

He got up with a tried sigh. How many times has he broken up fights between his kids and the JLA, and still he had to deescalate the situation even without any of his family or teammates around.

He got out and knocked on the next door. The fight inside his neighbour’s place stopped, then the door flung open.

“WHAT ?” Jason shouted, before his eyes widened in surprise.

Bruce stared at his second son, shock freezing his brain. It clicked back into action when he noticed the dark bruise swelling under his boy’s left eye.

“Why are you here ? What happened ? Are you in danger ?”

“I’m fine,” Jason replied, rolling his eyes. “Damian lost round in Mario Kart and threw a remote at me.”

“Damian ?”

“Father ?”

Bruce saw his youngest son’s head poking from the living room, soon followed by Dick and Tim.

“Waiiiiiiiiiiiitttttt…” Tim said, with a signature scowl of concentration. “Your new safe house…”

“Yes ?”

“You’re setting it up here ?”

“Yes, it’s the apartment over there.” Bruce replied, pointing a thumb to his front door.

Everyone stared at each other, before burning into laughs. Bruce watched with growing confusion as his kids rolled on the floor or collapsed onto the furnitures while holding their side. Even Damian was shaking with chuckles. A voice in his head whispered that he should go fetch a kit to check if the boys were exposed to Joker Venom.

“You’re all morons !” Jason managed to say through the hiccups. “I can’t believe even you would set up a place without knowing there’s a gargle of vigilante living around.”

Bruce narrowed his eye, the gears in his mind finally clicking. He let out a hum of embarrassment before stepping inside the safe house.

“You were playing video games right ?” he asked, trying to shift the disccusion.

“Yeah old man, but I have to warn you - HOLY S&%ç !”

Bruce snapped his head back, and almost jump to the ceiling at the sight of Cassandra. She gave him a large mischievous smile and held out packs of snacks.

“Wait you have a safe house here too ?!” Tim screeched.

“Yes.”

The whole place exploded into chaos.

Bruce stayed the night to play Mario Kart. Despite loosing more time than not, a feeling of fondness and calm bloomed in his chest. At some point, Cass and Dick called Duke, Steph and Barbara, who all came despite the late hour.

They managed to get Barbara up the stairs, flipping off the elevator on their way. As the night went on, everyone fell asleep one by one, the cozy warm of the moment making their eyelids heavy. Bruce stayed up last. It was such a rare occasion to have the kids all together and out of costume lately, so Bruce wanted to make sure to enjoy every second of it.

#they are idiots your honor #batfam #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #cassandra cain #batsiblings #dc #dc comics #fluff #crack fic

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cheetahleopard · 3 years ago

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The reason I don't generally like making Jack or Janet physically abusive is because I don't want to contribute to the perception that neglect isn't abuse enough on its own.

There's also the additional flavor that is a huge difference between the feeble "but they don't hit me so it's not abuse" and the Tim that I have where it's not just the absence of violence and company. Tim's parents love him when they're around, will teach him and sit with him and play chess and Othello and rummy. Janet will teach him to appreciate the sharper things of finery and Jack will teach him the broad strokes of history and they'll share luxury and art and cuisine from around the world and he loves them.

But that doesn't change that they don't know him. The fun hours that cumulate to weeks or months out of a year doesn't erase the months and months of an empty brownstone, a cold manor, being left in an otherwise empty boys dorm at boarding school over holiday breaks until he learns to fake signatures. It doesn't discount the missed birthdays, achievements, milestones. The weeks and months without any contact at all because of a lack of service and time.

Tim loves his parents, they love him, and he soaks up their attention like a wilted flower soaks up sun and rain. But there's not enough for him.

It's a special kind of abuse, where Tim guilt trips himself more than his parents verbally would. He loves them, they have so much fun with him when they're around! They're never mean to him and they share so much, so why is he upset that they missed his birthday? They called the next week when they could! Why is he mad that he got a baseball glove his first day of high school rather than a send off? They're trying to encourage his social life and broaden his horizons!

He has rose tinted glass for them, and he cuts his fingers holding the edges to look through.

Then Janet dies, and Jack Drake comes home after being in a coma and neither of them can match their image of the other to their imagination.

And still, Tim will think it was different than in his childhood. That he wasn't abused in his childhood even though he grew up incredibly touch starved, even though he obsesses quietly over making sure utility payments aren't shoved off just because he doesn't have to worry about budgeting for them, even though he has a triple-locked physical-and-therefor-unhackable notebook with a constantly updated list of the hobbies of friends he cares about, adds calendar reminders with extra notifications to important dates.

#tim drake #janet drake #jack drake #neglect #child neglect tw #anyway

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toastedside · 4 years ago

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Call From Home

Tim Drake x Batmom!Reader

Warning: sad Tim Drake, him crying, feeling small, fluff in the end

Note: I always like and entertain the idea that Tim eventually finish his education and go to college. I wrote this back in 2019 when I was away for college and experiencing mild case of homesick. Enjoy!

College life was pretty exciting. At least Tim able to muster that out loud now, and no longer wallowing in constant denial how much he enjoyed being a college student. It does get pretty crazy at times. The chaos in the dorms, the shenanigans of bored college students, morning classes. It got its own rhythm, and Tim was proud that he able to blend and follow the rhythm pretty well.

He never imagined that he eventually able to live a life like this. Like this one. Not after him confronting Batman in his own house. Not after his parents’ death. Not after taking the mantle and split his life into day and night. He never imagined he get to party until late night, laughing his ass off whilst running on the campus ground at night, pulling all night for assignments, and running late to classes.

The Red Robin suit he carefully packed still untouched. Tucked carefully underneath his bed. He never got time to be Red Robin. Not with the piling assignments and constant nudging to socialize. He listened to the police’s radio from his dorm when he was alone from time to time, but in a city like this, it’s pretty calm and mild.

Compared to Gotham, this city is peaceful.

It’s loud, it’s colorful, it’s exciting. Perhaps that’s why he liked the thrill of being here. It reminded him of home. Of Wayne Manor that filled with too many people, too many vigilantes who never know when to lower their voices. And perhaps that’s why he grew relentless and anxious as the clock slowly tick by and it’s all quiet. Darren, his roommate, was gone to his parents for the weekend. Left him all alone with his thought.

Tim sighed as he punched the number on his phone screen. He didn’t know why he did it. But something behind his mind pushed him to do so.

“Hello?” the voice answered after the fifth rang. Tim wanted to smack his head. You were probably sleeping.

“Hi Mom,” Tim greeted. “It’s me.”

“Hi, honey!” your voice laced with a lot of excitement. Tim sat up on his bed, head leaned to the wall next to him as he closed his eyes. “How are you? How do you like college?”

Tim chuckled. “It’s exciting, yeah. The assignments were crazy. But it was fun.”

“It reminds me with my college days! One time, this one student flood the whole floor with detergent because he didn’t know how to wash his own clothes in the washing machine.”

“My God. Just last week a student accidentally pushed the fire alarm because she was drunk.”

Tim could hear you laughing. And then a faint sound of a silverware hitting a surface. You’re in the kitchen then. Or the dining room. There were no background noises and it was all quiet. You were probably alone in the kitchen; dug on the freezer to eat a pint of ice cream you always so cleverly hide from everyone.

“How are you doing, Timmy? You haven’t answered my question.”

Tim went quiet as he bit his lower lip. You often called him Timmy when he was upset or in dire need of comfort. A nickname you reserved for comfort and now his brain associated it with tenderness and comfort. And the warmth of your embrace.

All of sudden, he wanted to cry. His eyes started to sting and his chest heavy. He didn’t know why, but listening to his mother’s voice alone opened up something he had shoved to the back of his mind since the day he moved into his dorm.

“Timmy? Honey?” you called for him. He probably had unconsciously let a sob escaped his mouth. “Baby, are you okay?”

“I miss you,” Tim rasped between his sobs. Saying those out loud only made him want to cry harder. “I miss Alfred. I miss Bruce, Jason, Dick, Damian, Cass…” he trailed, sniffled as he harshly wiped his tears with his sleeve. “I miss home.”

Tim pulled his knees into his chest, curled himself into a ball. He wanted nothing but to sank into your embrace, enjoying the way your fingers would thread on his hair and your nails lightly scratched his scalp. He wanted nothing but to eat a homemade food, not the cheap, knocked off questionable foods he often got on campus.

He wanted home.

“I miss you too, honey,” you cooed. You heaved a sigh as you continued, “The house does get a little quieter without you here.”

“I- I thought I’d be okay. I like it here,” Tim sniffed. “But I miss you. I miss home. And – I want to go home.”

The line went quiet for a little while. He could hear you shuffling in the background, a sound of chair being pushed confirmed his suspicion of you being in the kitchen. He was both surprised and bashful about his sudden childish plea. He never thought he would miss Gotham out of all places. It stinks and raked of criminal. The air here was crisp and clear, he could hear the bird chirping on his way to his classes.

But one call to home and his body longed to be there. One call and his soul wished he was home.

His bed suddenly felt too small and stuffy. The mattress is too stiff and the duvet not warm enough. Tim pressed his head onto his knees, his eyes still producing saline tears as he quietly listened to you contemplating your answer.

“Baby, you know what? It’s okay to miss home. It’s okay for wanting to be home and liking where you are at the same time. I had severe homesick cases when I was away for college too,” you answered finally, with a quiet huff as Tim faintly heard you landed in a cushion. Perhaps the living room.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really,” Tim could listen a smile seeped on your voice. “Listen. You live your life here, in Gotham, for almost all your life. You born and grew up here. You live here in this house. You fight for the city. Of course, you’d miss home. Of course, you’d want to be here.”

Tim sniffed as a response.

“And you’re adapting. Nobody expect you to immediately like where you are. Especially when you’re so far away from home, all alone, all by yourself. You’re starting a new chapter in your life. There will be hard times. But I always know you’re a fighter. And you’ll survive just fine. You can do this.”

Tim smiled as he wiped his tears.

“Besides, I believe your friends suffer the same homesick cases too.”

An involuntary laugh escaped him. He let out a wet chuckle as he wiped his tears with his sleeve again. Eyes spared glances into the empty bed across him. “Yeah. Darren is out visiting his parents’ house. Lucky for him his parents are only two hours away.”

“See? You know what I mean?” Tim practically could see the way your face would scrunch up. An expression he grew fond of. “You’re always welcome to come home anytime, honey. Remember wherever you are, no matter how far, you’re always welcome here whenever.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

“You know what? This gives me an idea.”

“Idea?”

“For impromptu family weekend getaway,” you said thoughtfully. “What about you show the city around for us next week? Tell me places you like, good restaurants to eat, and places you visit the most.”

Tim blinked dumbly. “You’re visiting?”

“Yeah! Next week. I promise.”

Tim could feel a smile slowly crept up on his cheeks. He shifted on his bed out of excitement. “You know what? This also give me an idea.”

“Ooh, what is it?”

“That I should go cycling around and list down all places I want to show you,” Tim said as he hopped out of his bed. Already made a beeline towards his coat and shoe rack. “I think I need some fresh air too.”

“Alright, Atta Boy. Wear your jacket. It’s cold outside.”

“On it, Mom. I’ll call you later. See you next week.”

“See you next week, baby. I love you, bye.”

Tim was already halfway out of his room when he answered, “I love you too.”

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ckbookish · 4 years ago

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BATMAN BINGO MASTER POST 2020

1 "I thought you were dead.": I Still See Your Ghost

Today was just not Dick's day. First he overslept his alarm and was late to work. Amy had been less than impressed at his tardiness... Then He had bungled what should have been an easy take town... But the straw that broke the camel's back was Tim. Dick had forgotten to call Tim.

2 Friendly fire: Fratricide

Jason was pissed. No, Jason was enraged. Yeah, he was enraged at the whole mess his family-- if that’s even what they were to each other anymore-- had gotten him in. It was meant to be a simple night. Break in. Torch the drugs. Maybe shoot a couple of people and go home. But no, Batman heard about his plans and decided that arson was too extreme. “Someone could get hurt.” Well someone had gotten hurt, a lot of someones.

3 Hypothermia: Weekend Commute

Dick Grayson makes his way home during the first snow fall of the year, when he finds himself confused and cold, miles from home.

Chapter two Bruce's perspective.

4 Superman: Bringer of the Dawn

The Aftermath of when the Joker shoots Dick.

Where do you go when your family tells you to get out?

5 Shot: The Gratitude Trap

Bruce finds himself in the dark, a place he never thought he would be when it came to Clark Kent and Dick Grayson. Yet here he is digging for answers, because he is too scared to pick up the phone and call.

6 Two-face: The Better Choice

How do you reconcile the man who was once your friend with the monster he has become? Bruce reflects on how the man he once called his best friend changed. How could the man who helped him foster Dick, hold that baseball bat?

7 Drowning: Omori’s Law

Deep in the sewer's under Gotham, Batman is trapped. There is no back up, no Robin. He is faced with the single truth that he tried to teach each of his partners... You have to save yourself.

8 Found Family: A Restoration from a Resilient Heart

Dick just wants to not be alone with the shadows in the house. Bruce doesn't realize he has lived with them for far to long, and maybe he doesn't have to anymore.

9 Adoption: The Irrefutable Truth

When he reached the reception, he found himself looking around a fairly empty room. There were a few call girls in the corner filling out forms, an older woman holding a dog, a kid that looked about twelve and a middle aged man who looked like he was ready to cry. He knew no one. Dick was about to turn around and head back to his desk when the on duty officer called out to him. Officer O’Conner was one of his fellow rookies, he had a thick accent. Dick thought he might be from Louisiana. “Grayson! Why didn’t you say your brother was coming to see you?” Dick looked at him with his mouth slightly open. There was no way he heard that right. “My what?”

10 Bruises: Mr. Wayne

Tim is new to this. He's only been Robin for a little over six months. It was going well. But now he was going to be fired. Batman wouldn't want a partner who got caught at school with a black eye. Would he?

11 Bruce is dead: You Have One Saved Message

Gotham gossip columns spread lies and smear good people's names. But yet Damian can't help but think maybe this mornings article was true. That despite all his claims of being the true son of Bruce Wayne, he was in fact the only unwanted one.

12 CPR: Vital Signs

Robin wakes to find him and Batman in an exploded factory. With Batman injured and the building burning around them, Dick struggles to get them both to safety.

13 Dad: Storge

Bruce could have sworn his spirit had left him momentarily. The sudden hollowness that filled him couldn’t be explained in any other way.

“Your dad must have his hands full with you.” Elizabeth Ribbons leaned forward and patted Dick’s shoulder, as he reached for yet another slice of cheesecake from a passing waiter’s tray.

Bruce fixed his eyes on the ice sculpture that hid him from view. It suddenly seemed like the most interesting design in the world. The soft lines of the ice on the otherwise insignificant over sized swan seemed like a lead shield... Because Dick would read it easily in his expression. He wanted to be Dick’s dad. But he wasn’t.

14 Stealing the Batmobile: T-Minus Six Hours

Some days Tim is sure that he’s gonna be killed. Usually it’s some luck shot or near miss that made his life flash before his eyes. Not today though. Today he was positive Bruce was going to kill him. Yes, today was the day that Timothy Jackson Drake was going to be put down. He’s not sure that even Nightwing could save him. He was going to go down in history as the first sidekick to be murdered by their mentor. Because the Batmobile was definitely not where he’d parked it.

15 Wayne Enterprises: Amidst the Absence of Meaning

Bruce is worried. He's running on less than three hours of sleep, and way too many cups of coffee. He had messed up. That much was obvious. The question was would Dick forgive him?

A gruesome night on patrol bleeds into Bruce's work day and now all he can wonder is if this is the thing that will push Dick over the edge? Had he finally seen to much pain?

16 Ransom: Sum of My Worth

The ring of the phone seemed to echo through the manor’s still too quiet long, winding halls, and everyone present collectively held their breath. Bruce lunged for the phone.

17 Secret Injury: Hiding in Pain Sight

“What?” Dick asked sharper than he meant to. He was tired.

“Nothing.” Tim said with a small smirk. “Heavy is the head.”

Dick closed his eyes, glad that Tim couldn’t see them. He was so sick of this. Tim, Jason, Damian and Cass all didn’t think he was good enough, well Cass hadn’t said that, but Dick could read her. They didn’t think he was up to the job. Well they didn’t need to tell him that. He knew it.

18 Superboy: An Interlude in Breathing

Tim looked out over the water in a daze. Bruce and Dick had gone somewhere below deck and he was alone. Well there were strangers on the ship mingling and talking excitedly--but Tim gave them no notice. Instead he watched the water lap up against the hull and crash down back to meet the dark, cold waters. They were far enough out that he could no longer see the shore. It was just endless expenses of sea and sky. Something tickled his neck and he started, only to realize he had been crying. It was only a tear slipping under his collar.

The days after the battle of Infinite Crisis

19 Betrayed: Smother

She took another drag of the cigarette, letting the smoke roll in her lungs for a long moment before allowing it hiss out between her teeth. The screams from the warehouse weren’t completely muffled by the distance, or the walls. Perhaps she was only imagining them. But then, sounds like that, she didn’t think she could dream up. She jumped after a particularly high pitched yelp. “Get a grip.” She dropped the cigarette and pulled out another. Her hand shook as she lit it. “It’s just some random kid. He’s not--” She bit back a sob. She didn’t deserve to cry. She had no right to tears, not when it was her fault.

20 Crowbar: Breaklights

The mail fell to the ground and the paper smacked the tiles hard. The sound in reality couldn’t have been all that loud, but it seemed to echo around the entryway. Bruce didn’t look at the dropped bills and the invitation to a fundraiser for the new Gotham women’s shelter. He was too fixated on the small stamp with the queen of England's head on it. Wolverhampton.

The large envelope was far heavier then it should have been. Bruce could feel bile crawling up his throat.

He had forgotten.

21 Deathstroke: Debts and Dues

There were some things that were never pleasant, getting caught in the snow without socks, losing your keys, and not being able to remember the name of a song. Having a gun pointed at your chest, Dick felt, qualified as extremely unpleasant. He stood stock still. The barrel of the gun was still hot, it burned slightly as it dug into his sternum. Even with his uniform he could still feel the heat left over from previous rounds fired. He didn’t flinch. He couldn’t flinch. “Move.” “You know I can’t.” Dick wondered if Slade had the guts to do it.

22 Mission Gone Wrong: Murmur in the Quiet Hours

Superman? Clark froze. He knew that voice. But-- he had never heard it sounding so sad. Was that-- no. Clark dove for his phone, still on the counter from when he got home last night. The screen was black. Dead. Clark swore and dropped it. He was in his coat and shoes before it hit the counter top.

23 Kidnapped: Chum

Dick trumped through the leaves, stopping his feet roughly. He relished the sound of the crunch beneath his shoes as he tread on the brown, dead leaves before him. He felt rather justified in his satisfaction. After all the world had taken so much from him, why wouldn’t he do his best to crush it in return. The woods were cool and as he went deeper into them they grew darker. The sun had long set, and the sky was quickly vanishing as the trees grew thicker. Wayne Manor was far behind him. He was never going back. He hated those pristine walls, those old floor boards. He hated the quiet. He hated the stuffy furniture and the rules and the vases and pictures. He hated his new guardian and that… that… Dick couldn’t remember what Alfred was called, but he hated it. The bag on his back felt heavy. It had everything Dick owned in it. Well and a toothbrush that Alfred had given him. But he didn’t think that was really stealing.

24 Riddler: Seeking Silence on Shortwaves

Normally Dick would be happy to listen to Tim talk. In fact, Dick thought it was one of his favorite sounds in the world. Tim rarely allowed himself to be excited about things. Hearing him speak so freely and openly to Bruce and him about his plans was refreshing. Dick only wished it wouldn’t be at the cost of his life.

Batman hadn't always been so strict about talking unnecessarily over comms. When it was just two of them it hadn't mattered, their walkie talkie system had always worked. But now that Nightwing and Robin were in Gotham, it seems insane that they never realized: if only one person can talk over the radio at a time... how could they call for help?

25 Mr. Freeze: Glimpsing the Sun While Trapped in the Rime

He almost called Bruce between his fourth and fifth class. He pulled his phone out, leaning against his locker, and half dialed his number when a warm hand fell on his shoulder. “Hey.” Dick spun around and blinked back black spots as his body protested the sudden movement. A blaze of red hair filled his vision and Dick felt a small fire build in his chest. His face split into a wide smile.

After a run in with Mr. Freeze Dick finds himself feeling odd at school, but he can't go home, not when Barbara's asked him to drive her to Betty's party after school.

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my-northern-downpour · 4 years ago

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Otherwise Engaged

This is my (late I’m sorry) Maribat Secret Santa gift for @kitsunebell! It’s a Timari story and contains fluff, some very slight angst, but a happy ending for all! My first time writing this couple and I had a hard, but good time. I really hope you enjoy and have a Happy New Year!

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To say Tim was nervous would be the understatement of the century. Today was Christmas after all, and it was his girlfriend’s favorite holiday. And she loved literally almost everything about it. From the decorations, to the lights, to the cooking and smells that came with it, to gift giving and hanging out with family.The one thing she didn’t really care for was receiving gifts. She always accepted them with a smile and a thanks, but she hated the idea that people spent their money on her, even if some of them were billionaires. And this was what made him nervous. Because this year he had gotten her a gift, breaking their promise of no gifts for each other. And he had a plan to go along with it.

He had all day to get everything set up just the way he wanted. It wasn’t anything elaborate, but because his family was just the way they were, there was always something that can and probably will go wrong. He had already set up a private area in the Wayne Botanical Gardens, her favorite area with the tropical flowers in a variety of colors and smells. It was her go to area when in a design slump, and the location of their first date. He smiled as he recalled that day.

“Tim! Where are we going?” asked a young 18 year-old Marinette who was currently blindfolded and being led somewhere in her new home city of Gotham. Tim had been ecstatic to learn that his long time friend, crush, and now new girlfriend had decided to attend University in Gotham for their fashion courses. He knew a little of that world, but Mari had been a willing and patient teacher whenever he asked questions on why she was doing a certain stitch when and how she just knew what kind of fabrics to use. And in return, he was always willing to explain his business knowings her when she asked anything.

“You’re so very impatient you know that?” replied an excited 19 year-old Tim Drake. He had never thought he would get the chance to take her out on a proper date, but now here he was, ecstatic and leading her to their first date location that he hoped she would love as much as he did. It was his favorite part of the botanical gardens and he knew she would love it as well. “It's our first official date and I want to take you somewhere special, so therefore it’s a surprise. You’ll just have to wait and see,” he chuckled at her sigh and tightened his grip on her hand slightly to signal her to pick up the pace a little. He, too, was getting impatient but he wouldn’t let her know that.

They entered the gardens and his excitement turned to nervousness. What if she didn’t like the location? What if she was allergic to these types of flowers? What if… He shook his head and didn’t think to much on it anymore. This was Mari he was talking about. She loved all types of flowers and he knew she loved places with color for inspiration. This was a foolproof plan… He hoped.

As they entered the tropical area of the gardens, he let go of her hand and turned around to face her. “Are you ready?” he asked. She nodded her head, excited to see where he had taken her. He reached up to untie the blindfold from her face and watched her face as she looked around. Her eyes lit up and her smile grew wide. She looked around the room, falling in love with it more and more. The red and yellow flowers contrasted against the green fauna made her inner artist squeal and add in the purples and oranges and she was a goner.

Marinette took another look around the room before turning back to Tim and placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. “This place is amazing. Thank you for showing me this place.”

It was at that moment that Tim knew he was goner as well.

Returning to his project at hand, Tim had started to set up a little picnic area for them to enjoy together after the big Christmas family dinner. Alfred had made up both of their favorite snacks and desserts and had also packed a bottle of champagne. Tim never really was one to drink these days, but he did indulge every once in a while.

21 year-old Marinette had been up all night waiting for Tim to get home. He had said he was going out with some friends earlier to a bar for a few drinks. She knew it wasn’t his patrol night, so that’s not where he would be. She had tried calling him a few times, but stopped after the third time, not wanting to seem overbearing. They had just moved in together into their own apartment not too long ago and everything had been going great so far. Marinette was almost done with her college courses and was on track to open her own little boutique here in Gotham, and Tim had started to take on some more work load for Wayne Enterprises. She knew how stressed he could get at times and a few drinks had always seemed to help him out. But he had never stayed out this late before. At least, not without letting her know he was okay.

And so, in order to occupy her mind, she pulled out her sketchbook and began to mindlessly draw some designs. Tikki would come by to check on her every now and then, but even the little goddess got tired and found herself snuggling up to Marinette to fall asleep. That was at 2 am. And it was now going on 5.

Just as she was about to give in and go to bed, she heard the jiggling of keys, the turning of a lock, and then the sound of the door opening and slamming shut. She carefully removed Tikki from herself and jumped out of the chair to run to the front door.

There stood Tim, alive at least, but looking worse for wear. His hair was crazy and wild looking and his usually neat shirt was wrinkled and had a few stains on it. She could smell the alcohol on him a mile away. She said nothing as he looked up at her and smiled before tripping over himself and landing against the wall with a thud. After helping him to the bed and removing his shoes, she set a glass of water and aspirin on the nightstand and left him to sleep on the couch.

The conversation that followed was fairly typical. She asked where he had been and why he didn’t at least let her know he would be back later than expected. He told her he was sorry to worry her and that his phone had died. He explained that he ended up at his friends house where they continued the party after the bars closed and that was it. Then he promised to not do it again.

Except he did it again. It was two months later, but it happened.

And then again and again and again.

He continued to go out and stay out on his off nights and even sometimes skipped his own patrols.

And then one night/morning he came home expecting her to be there, but she wasn’t. Instead he found a note on her side of the bed, claiming she was at his father’s house for the foreseeable future. She couldn’t keep doing this, waiting around all night for him to come back and worrying about where he was at or if he was okay. She wrote that she loved him and wanted to help him get better, but she needed a break for right now. Because she didn’t know how to help him.

It didn’t really set in that she was gone until he looked around the room and saw that it looked empty. Her side of the closet contained only bare hangers and her sketchbooks and extra fabrics were gone. He looked around to try to find the tiny flying goddess or any of the other kwami that she guarded, but couldn’t find them at all.

When he laid down, it was to a cold bed and he knew he had royally fucked up.

Shaking those thoughts aside, he took a look at the picnic area and smiled. Now all he had to do was make sure his family didn’t interrupt him this evening after they left the manor.

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Christmas dinner went as smoothly as expected. Marinette’s parents flew in to spend some time with everyone and, of course, brought along some of their macarons. Gifts were exchanged and pleasantries were passed along. Time kept creeping ever closer to his time with Marinette, and Tim was feeling nervous again. He knew she loved him, no doubt about it. She wouldn’t have put up with him for almost 7 years if she didn’t. And he loved her more than he could ever convey. So why did he feel this way?

Ahh, yes. It was his brothers, who were currently trying to set up a way to sneak into the gardens beforehand and not get noticed. The only ones he wanted there were him, his girlfriend, and the gaggle of kwamis that were always around her. But even they were in on it, so they were going to make themselves scarce. Dick and Jason had set up cameras earlier, but Tim had found them and knocked them out. Damian, who really opened up to Marinette over the past few years, had tried to sneak a peak at the ring so he could give his approval, but it was moved before he could find it. Even Bruce had had thoughts of trying to get in, but Alfred had pulled him aside for some last minute details on something that needed his attention right away.

He looked at the clock in the living room. 9:30. It was time to go. He began to get up and walked over to Marinette who was sitting with her parents just chatting away. He felt bad for taking her away from them, but this was important. And her parents knew.

“Mari, babe. Let’s head out. There’s some place I want to go before we head home for the night,” he said to her as he laid his hands on her shoulders. She turned to look at him and smiled before turning back to her parents.

“Maman, Papa, is that okay if we go?” Her parents eagerly agreed, saying they would talk later and to have fun tonight. And with that, Tim and Marinette had grabbed their coats, said their goodbyes, and went on their way.

“So, where exactly are we going Tim? You seem really excited for this,” she inquired from her seat, Tikki sat on her shoulder and grinning widely.

“Now, where’s the fun in surprises if you know about them?” he chuckled as they pulled up to botanical gardens. He quickly got out of the car and ran to her side to open the door and let her out. Taking her hand, he gently kissed the back of it before closing the door behind her. “Now, I do have something for you to wear before you can go in.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a blindfold.

“Really? I know almost every inch of this place?” she giggled. “But, if you insist, go right ahead.”

Tim then covered her eyes and started leading her into the gardens. They passed through every single area until they reached her favorite room. This was it. Now or never. He reached up to take the blindfold off, but instructed her to keep her eyes closed until he told her to open them. He pulled the ring out of his pocket and got down on one knee.

“Okay, you can open them.”

Marinette opened her eyes and smiled at the room. It was always lovely to be here. It made her happy and always quieted her mind. She looked for Tim in front of her before looking down and gasping. There he was, kneeling in front of her, with a simple yet gorgeous floral ring.

“Marinette,” he began, “you’re my best friend and my favorite person. I’ve gotten to spend 7 years with you and for that I am the luckiest man in the world. You were there for me in my darkest time and you never stopped believing in me. You were there even when you had every right to leave me behind and never look back. You have no idea the hold you have on me.”

“I want to continue to wake up next to you, and to share your struggles, frustrations, and celebrate your achievements. You’re the only one for me and I want to let everyone know that. So will you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, do me the honor of marrying me?”

Marinette’s heart was beating so hard at that moment. Her eyes began to water and she began to smile. “As long as you can handle the constant screeching you’ll get from my friends for not telling them about this, then yes. Tim Drake-Wayne, I would love nothing more than to marry you.”

His smile turned so bright at her words and he took the ring out of the box. She handed him her left hand and slid the ring into place before pulling her in for a passionate kiss…

That only lasted a few seconds because not long afterwards did a bat boy seemingly fall out of nowhere.

“Really Nightwing?! I had the perfect spot to record it all!” Red Hood shouted up to the ceiling where a chorus of laughter rang out. He pulled himself up before turning to the happy couple and whipped out his recording device. “Don’t mind me. Just recording this for prosperity’s sake, you know?”

Marinette laughed and Tim sighed before turning back to his fiance (Fiance!) and pulled her back in for another kiss, ignoring all the catcalls and whistles from up above.

Years down the road, Tim was grateful for the video, even though he would never tell anyone that.

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afni-fics · 4 years ago

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In Hindsight: Chapter 5: In the Present... At Face Value

In Hindsight: Chapter 5: In the Present... At Face Value by C_R_Scott

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Tim Drake/Tam Fox, Jack Drake/Janet Drake, Janet Drake & Tim Drake, Jack Drake & Tim Drake, Lucius Fox/Tanya Fox, Tim Drake & Tam Fox

Characters: Tim Drake, Tam Fox, Janet Drake, Jack Drake, Lucius Fox, Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Tim Drake-centric, Family Drama, Family Secrets, Family Feels, Childhood Friends, Childhood Trauma, Childhood Memories, Childhood Sweethearts, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Good Parent Janet Drake, Bad Parent Jack Drake, no beta we die like robins, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent

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Story Summary: What if Tim Drake was originally raised by his maternal grandmother for the first eight years of his life due to "circumstances" involving his biological parents? What if Tim's grandmother was also the next door neighbor and occasional sitter for Lucius Fox's family?

Chapter Summary: When Tim was a child, his father Jack had told him and his mother that his beloved grandmother had passed away while she was in the hospital due to pneumonia. But eight years later, a trusted family friend is telling him something very different.

"Is that what Jack told you and your mother? He told you both your Nana was dead?"

Out of all of Bruce's Robins, past and present, Tim was proud of having the distinction of being known as the best detective out of all of them. His mind was as nimble as Nightwing was agile. He had figured out Batman's true identity at age nine. He discovered his father was lost in time when everyone else thought he was dead. He successfully routed Ra's al Ghul and prevented him from stealing Wayne Enterprises out from under the family.

Unfortunately, having such a nimble mind meant that the moment Lucius Fox's words left his mouth, Tim was already more than halfway to formulating a theory based on the statement he heard and the context of the conversation that immediately preceded it. However, it was the horrified tone of Lucius's voice, the appalled expression he saw on the elder man's face, and something deeper in his subconscious that slammed the brakes on his thought processes and caused his brain to short circuit before it could reach the conclusion they had been barreling towards.

Tim froze. He felt his heart stutter in his chest. Outwardly, he clamped down on his composure before daring to add his voice to the air. He took a deep breath and released it slowly.

"I'm fine," he thought to himself. "This is all just a misunderstanding."

Everything Jack told him that awful day was burned into his memory. It was the very first death of a loved one in his life and his first experience with grief. However, it endured it. He accepted it. He moved on.

"Everything is fine."

"Of course he did," Tim said matter-of-factly with a slight tilt of his head. "Nana was sick. She passed away in the hospital. Dad told us the day he got the call."

However, Tim felt a churning start low in his stomach as he observed Lucius's reaction to his words. The sensation was faint at first, but grew slowly in intensity as he watched the man on the other side of the desk. Lucius's expression was stricken as he shook his head. "No. Timber..." he started tentatively, as if trying to speak to a spooked animal. "That's not... Your grandmother isn't--"

"She had pneumonia," Tim interrupted with a shake of his head as he turned away from his old family friend, from the man who had been like an uncle to him once upon a time. "And she never got better." He closed his eyes as he clung to his faded memories from that horrible time so many years ago. "Mom was so depressed because we couldn't go to the funeral. She and Dad had a job in Cairo the same--"

"Timothy--"

He felt Lucius's hand settle on his shoulder. It should have been a comforting gesture, along with the elder man's gentle but firm expression of his full name. Instead, it caused of army of goosebumps to race across his skin and seemed to disconnect his brain from his voice box. Lucius waited until Tim hesitantly turned to meet and hold his gaze before continuing.

"--There was no funeral."

The muscles beneath Lucius's hand tensed immediately.

"It took a few months, but she recovered. She went home. She's alive."

Tim shook his head again before finally finding his voice. When he spoke, his tone was strained and brittle.

"No. That can't be right," he said. "Dad said... He told us she died. Why would he tell us that if it wasn't true?"

"I'm sorry Tim, but Jack lied to you and your mother."

The faded memories in Tim's mind began to crack. The aborted theory his brain had been processing earlier suddenly re-asserted itself and reached its logical conclusion. However, it was not a conclusion that Tim was in any frame of mind to accept.

Not in that moment.

"I'm sorry Lucius. I... I need to go."

Before Lucius could say anything more, Tim shrugged himself out from under the older man's hand and slipped out of the office, shutting the door quickly behind him.

As soon as he was in the relative privacy and safety of the elevator, he used his security clearance to make sure it would go straight to the garage where his car was parked without stopping on any other floor. As the elevator descended, Tim backed himself into the corner and buried his face in his hand while his mind ran a mile a minute.

"Nana can't be alive. Dad said she died...

"But Lucius would never say something like this if it wasn't true...

"But it can't be true...

"If Nana's alive, then that mean...

"No! That makes no sense...

"Dad wouldn't have lied to me about Nana...

"He wouldn't have lied to Mom...

"He couldn't have...

"He didn't...

Tim lifted his head from his hand and stared at hand, which was trembling slightly.

"Did he?"

It was a little nearly ten in the morning when Bruce's cell phone started ringing, the light from the screen illuminating the nightstand that rested next to his bed in the otherwise pitch black room. A weary arm snaked its way out from beneath the thick comforter on the bed. It took several tries, but finally the hand landed on the phone and pulled it toward the head still lying on the pillow.

Bleary eyes squinted as they peered at name on the too-bright screen before reluctantly pressing the "Accept" button.

"Yes Lucius?" Bruce mumbled, his deep voice weighed down by the bone-deep fatigue trying to drag him back into slumber.

"Is Tim at the manor?"

Bruce's brow furrowed. There was an edge of distress in his old friend's voice that managed to shove some of the lethargy out of his mind with a small spike of adrenaline. He pushed himself up into a seated position. "He shouldn't be? Last I saw him was around five am in the Cave before I went to bed. Did he not make it to the office?"

"He did," Lucius confirmed as Bruce put on his bluetooth headset so he could pull on his housecoat. "But something happened in the office that upset him, and now he won't answer my calls and the tracker in his work cell has been shut off."

It didn't take long for Bruce to leave his bedroom and go a few doors down the hall to Tim's bedroom. As he expected, the room was empty. The bed itself was still perfectly made with Alfred's usual attention to detail, but his closet door was open and there was a notable gap where one of his spare business suits was missing. His bathroom door was also ajar. Tim may not have slept at the manor, but he did shower and change there before heading to work.

"What happened at the office?" Bruce asked as he left Tim's room and made his way downstairs to the kitchen.

It took longer than it should have for Lucius to answer. "It's complicated."

Bruce frowned. Something was wrong. He could feel it in his bones. "One moment Lucius." He'd just entered the kitchen and zeroed in on Alfred, who was sitting at the breakfast nook sipping a cup of tea.

The old butler was startled at the sight of the Wayne patriarch awake and out of bed before noon. "Master Bruce? What on earth--"

"Has Tim come back from the office this morning?"

Alfred shook his head. "No. I haven't seen him since he left the manor around eight am." He set down his teacup and immediately got to his feet.

"Can you check the Cave and make sure he didn't return when no one was looking? Also, if he's not there, can you activate the tracker in his personal cell and find out where he is right now?"

"Of course sir." With a crisp nod, Alfred went to the library where the entrance to the Cave was hidden.

Finally, Bruce turned his attention back to Lucius. "I'm back, so explain. What happened at the office?"

"It actually started last night when Tim got hit with Crane's new fear toxin..." Lucius told Bruce about the encounter Tim had with Tam after crashing into her apartment, and quickly explained how Bruce's adopted son was actually the same boy who used to live next door to him for several years as he was raised by his grandmother.

Bruce absorbed the new information with confusion. "Ok... That's definitely surprising, but doesn't sound bad at all. Why would that upset Tim?"

On the other end of the phone, Bruce could hear Lucius groan in frustration. "When Tim was eight, his grandmother got sick and ended up hospitalized so he had to go back to living with his parents. Then Jack told him and his mom that his Nana had died."

"I remember. Before I adopted Tim, he told me all his grandparents had passed away, and he had no other living relatives."

"Jack lied."

Bruce's blood ran ice cold in his veins. "What?"

"Tim's grandmother never died. Her name is Susan Klein and she still lives next door to my family. I tried to tell Tim his Nana was alive, and that's when he ran off. I think he's in denial."

Bruce had to sit down as he processed this information. For years, he'd cared for Tim while his parents were out of the country, and then after his mother died and his father was in a coma. And then when Jack died, he adopted the boy he'd grown to love as his own son... But it was all under the assumption that Tim had no one else in his life. Tim had believed he had no one else.

And it was all a lie?

"Why?" Bruce asked, confused. "Why would Jack lie about that?"

Before Lucius could offer any explanation, Bruce saw Alfred emerge from the library. "Timothy is not in the Cave, but I did track his phone. Right now he's stationary in his new house in Gotham. He's logged into his workstation in the Nest." The old man's brow furrowed. "I've tried reaching out to him both by phone and computer, but he's not responding to anything."

Bruce got to his feet. "We can talk more about this later, Lucius. Tim's at his new place in the city, so I'm going to check on him now."

"I'll have Tam meet you there."

"That's not necess--"

"Do either you or Alfred have a key to the front door, and have your biometrics been programed into the house security system yet?"

Bruce and Alfred shared a glance, but said nothing, much to both of their mutual surprises.

Lucius apparently took their joint silence as a negative. "Tam was present while the theater renovations were in their early planning stages, and her biometrics were preinstalled into the security matrix while Tim was programming it. She can get you in without the Nest locking itself down." Bruce could hear the sound of Lucius's computer shutting down as well as the rustling of an overcoat being pulled on. "I'll call Tam on my way home."

"You're leaving the office?" Bruce asked as he went to his bedroom so he could change out of his nightclothes.

"This is a family emergency, and Susan has been like a grandmother to my own kids for nearly twenty-five years now. She needs to know her grandson is alive and well."

Bruce had just gotten back to his room, though he paused at the door. That feeling of ice in his veins had reasserted itself. "Did she think Tim was dead?"

In the background, Bruce could hear the sound of Lucius taking the elevator. "Honestly... we didn't know what had happened to him," Lucius admitted in a low tone. "We weren't sure exactly what Jack was capable of back then."

Once inside his bedroom, Bruce immediately began to quickly gather his clothes to change. "Please Lucius. I want to help my son, but I need more information. Tell me what you know about Tim's parents and grandmother."

Author's Notes:

At first, I was going to make this a much longer chapter. However, midway through writing it, I decided to split this chapter into two parts, with another chapter taking place in the past splitting the differences. I really hope everyone is enjoying this tale so far. If anyone has any questions or comments, please feel free to post them. I'll do my best to answer them.

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itzagothamcitysiren · 5 years ago

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Welcome to the Family

I’ve always struggled finding someone who I think would make a good Damian. I love the voice actor from the DCAU, and even the kid who did the voice in the Harley show lol, but live action wise I’ve never really settled on a kid I’d think would do a really good job. I’d love to know everyone’s own fan casting and who they would think would make a good Damian. :)

Mother’s Day pt.2

Damian couldn’t stop himself from watching the whole scene play out in front of him, cursing Drake as he knew that this was his plan all along. Drake wanted to rub it in his face no matter how hard he would deny it when Damian confronted him on it later. The bitter taste of the sweat was all Damian could taste as he slowly began to peel off his costume after a long and tiring night of patrolling Gotham City. His eyes darted from person to person, trying to keep the sudden annoyance down in the pit of his stomach.

His father stood off near the batcomputer, slowly getting ready to call it a night, overlooking some files. His father had his cowl off, the tiredness of a long night out in the city showing on his face. A little ways away stood his sister, politely excepting the water bottle Alfred was now handing out to each of them. He started to head towards the pair to retrieve his own but halted. Drake approached them, clearly hiding something behind his back, underneath his cape. He turned around, simmering but kept listening as Drake began to speak.

“Hey, staying the night?” Tim cleared his throat as he approached Halley, a hint of hopefulness reaching his voice.

The girl chugged her water bottle, capping it off with a sigh. The cold liquid felt good running down her throat. Placing the near empty bottle on a nearby desk she turned to give Tim her full attention. With a smile, she leaned up against the desk, her muscles sore. “Nah, I have to head to the library first thing tomorrow, finish up my term paper.”

“I can help you. Use the library here,” Tim frowned, offering his help. He hadn’t seen his sister as much as he’d like over the past few months. She’d been busy with her last year of college and the internship she started this year at the Gotham Gazette.

He did get to see her two weeks ago but that didn’t really count. He’d never gotten to meet the Robin before him, Jason Todd, but Halley spoke very fondly of him. They had grew extremely close he learned and she was absolutely devastated when the Joker killed him six years ago. And for the last couple of years, Tim would accompany with her to visit Jason’s grave on his death day because she could never bring herself to handle going alone.

“As much as I would love that, it’s actually a study date.” She bit her lip, looking at her feet.

“Wow, like a date, date?” Tim was taken aback, almost looking proud at the older girl. All the years he’s known her, she’s never been one for dating or having interest in anyone.

“Yeah, we’re going to go to this café; the one on fifth, the one you said had really good coffee muffins.” She nodded, still timid about the date itself. She hadn’t been on a date in six years. It felt weird, but Dick told her it was time to start moving on and Dick had never led her astray before so, she was going to try. Jason would want her to anyway, she kept telling herself.

“Well, I hope you have a good time. And actually get some work done.” Tim chuckled. “Well since I won’t see you in the morning and it’s technically the tenth right now, here you go,” Tim said, pulling out what was hidden behind his back.

Halley looked down at the items that were being outreached to her, her eyes already getting watery. Tim really didn’t understand how much this stuff meant to her. Glazing over the card, seeing it goofily decorated with glitter and cute little doodles, Halley couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. She thought it was adorable. Opening it up, she read what he wrote inside, chuckling more at the little stick figures of Nightshade and Red Robin. Inside it read: A mother is the person you can always call to see how long chicken can last in the fridge.

Shaking her head at him she moved to the other item he handed her. It was a medium sized box wrapped in wrapping paper with little cute cartoon pugs and an oversized purple bow. Putting the card in between her armpit, in order to not drop it, she tore the wrapping paper apart, letting out a squeal, causing everyone to look at her in shock; it took a lot to make the former assassin to squeal in pure giddiness.

Damian was now almost fuming as Halley lunged herself into Tim, nearly tripping the boy over in her excitement. Her grip on him was tight, as was her grasp on the gift she still held in her hand, as if holding onto it for dear life. She couldn’t believe he got her this,

“How did you get this? It sold out in seconds!” She pulled away, now hugging the object to her chest, “Tim you really didn’t have to do this, I totally didn’t realize the date, with school and-,”

“I knew how much you wanted it and were bummed when you had to go on that mission with the Titans when it went on sale and so I ordered it for you, so you didn’t miss out.” Tim cut off her rambling, shrugging her off. “I was going to give it to you for Christmas, but it didn’t come in on time so I saved it for this.”

“I can’t wait to show Steph!” She excitedly held it up to look at the smooth and shiny new box, revealing it to everyone in the room the newest Jeffree Star and Shane Dawson palate. “You’re literally the best Tim.” She pulled him into another hug, this time a quick one, no one noticing how Damian was now practically steaming. “What are you doing Wednesday? I’m only at the Gazette until like noon, we should hang out, go to the movies or arcade or something once you’re out of school. I’ll pick you up.”

“I promised I’d help the Titans with something, it’s not an emergency though-” Tim frowned, hesitating, he could try and reschedule.

“No, no it’s okay. I know you’ve missed them, being busy with school and all,” She waved off, scrunching up her nose. “We’ll figure it out, but soon, we gotta at least go get burgers or something. It’s been too long.”

Damian watched as Halley began to start saying her goodbye, realizing that it was nearly five am at this point and wanted to try to get at least three or four hours of sleep before she had to be up for her date. She called out a goodbye to Bruce and Alfred, shooting Tim another thank you and smile before heading to the showers to change and grab her bag to head to her apartment in the city. On her way out, Damian felt his cheeks turn red as she nicely wished him goodnight, smiling wider than she did to Tim. Feeling a strange pang in his chest, he brushed her off, muttering a grumpy ‘night, before curtly turning to head up to the Manor.

He was unamused by the exchange between her and Drake. He was only under the impression that he was giving her that immature card, not a gift as well. She looked so happy that it almost appeared that Drake was indeed the favorite brother, which absolutely could not possibly be true. He was the blood brother, he reminded himself. He couldn’t let Drake outshine him like that. It wasn’t even because he cared that much, it was just unacceptable. If it had been Grayson it might sit a little easier with Damian but Drake?

Damian thought about it until the sun shined through his windows, making him even angrier. Why was he letting this get to him as badly as it was? It was just a stupid card and a box of colorful dirt. But that stupid card and box of colorful dirt still stood in his mind for the following days, making it nearly impossible for him to concentrate on anything else. His father asked him what was wrong during patrol the following nights, only to get a growl here and a grunt there in response. If Damian had to see Drake’s smug look one more time during these moments, he’d finally kill him, his father be damned.

Damian couldn’t believe how much he let this get to him. He tried to deny it; blame it on hormones or whatever Grayson called the cause of his mood swings. He didn’t even begin to consider admitting he was jealous of his sister’s close relationships with his so called brothers until he found himself standing in front of the Gotham Gazette at 1:50pm. Gritting his teeth, he walked straight in. Once he reached the front desk, he said he was here to see his sister. He was a Wayne, they knew who he was and the woman nervously pointed him to the way to the office his sister worked in.

The look of worry and shock his sister wore as he stood in front of her desk confirmed that this had indeed been a terrible idea. She had been head deep in her computer, typing away furiously, while on the phone, barking out questions and demands; something about needing to have some interview with some councilman rescheduled ASAP. Damian was impressed as she spoke. He was used to her stern voice from working with her on missions but this was different, she seemed so professional but scary; he almost felt bad for whoever she was talking to on the phone, but also felt proud by the way she was demanding things like an al Ghul would.

She must have thought that he was someone else who knocked on her door for when she slammed the phone down, she didn’t even look up at him, just outreached her hand waiting to be passed something. She was expecting someone. She was busy. This was a terrible idea, Damian thought to himself in a slight panic. Was that sweat starting to form on his brow? Grow up Damian, he spat to himself.

When her hand stood empty she shook it aggressively as if silently saying to hand her something. Damian raised an eyebrow at her and when she was still left empty handed, she whipped her head up, clearly irritated. She was tired from another all-nighter. She couldn’t even consider going on patrol last night, which was something she never missed up until the last couple of months. She was itching to be done with school already.

She had to stay up all night trying to make a backup plan for her final article and paper. She was writing about the coming election, making a strong article highlighting the past Mayor’s and city officials. It was a puff piece, but a damn good one. She wanted it to be perfect so that way when she graduated in June she’d hopefully get to stay at the Gazette permanently. But at the same time, she was also just trying to use her connection with the paper to weasel her way into an interview with councilman, Rupert Thorne.

Her paper had been her obsession since starting it; she was exposing the corruption of city hall and it was at the point where her grade didn’t matter, she just wanted it to be done so she could publish it. Everyone knew that Gotham was corrupt, but no one really talked about, just complained about the crazy, dressed up weirdos that tormented the city at night. People like Scarecrow, Riddler and the Joker make people overlook villains who in her opinion where just as bad. For example, Rupert Thorne

He had his nose deep in too many illegal operations running out of Gotham that Halley and even Bruce lost count. He had the audacity to run for mayor this election season, as being a councilman wasn’t enough for someone like Thorne. If he won this, Gotham was more screwed then it already was. Without at least speaking with him once her entire paper and grade would be ruined. And she couldn’t exactly go as her alter ego and force him to talk to her. That would raise too many questions. She didn’t even care as she named dropped Bruce, making sure they knew that she was Halley Wayne; she was desperate.

When she saw Damian though all thoughts about Thorne left her mind and her face softened before scrunching up again with concern. Damian never visited her before a she had been pretty sure he forgot that she interned here a couple days out of the week. Stopping her work, she looked up at him, looking around the room as her co-workers eyed them curiously. “Damian, is everything okay? What happened?”

“Tt.” He crossed his arms.

“Damian, is everything okay?” She pressed, seeing that look in his eyes when he looked stressed or in trouble.

“Nothing is wrong, I-,” He paused. He hadn’t figured out what to say. He didn’t prepare for this. Gulping down his anxiety, he took the seat that was across from her desk. He could see the bags underneath her eyes and the untouched food sitting at the other end of the desk. He also noted how the clock said that it was now a couple minutes past two. “Didn’t you tell Drake you were done with work at noon?”

Halley blinked a few times, now knowing that there was no emergency but instead was just thrown off. What was he talking about? Looking down at the time on her laptop it clicked. Her conversation with Tim in the cave, about possibly hanging out today. Oh right, she remembered. Looking back up at her younger brother she gave him an unsure look, she didn’t understand why he was here.

“Um, yeah, well I don’t have a concept of time when I’m in here.” She lightly chuckled, trying to get a vibe on why he was here. Rubbing the black beanie on her head, itching her head awkwardly, “Most times the janitor has to kick me out.”

She looked at him when he just nodded at her, still not stating why he was sitting in front of her. She was surprised he remembered her conversation with Tim, she hadn’t thought he had been listening and it was like they were talking that loudly for him to be forced to overhear him. She had taken note of Tim texting her about how unbearable he’s been since last Sunday though. She bit the inside of her cheek, was Damian jealous? She laughed to herself, there was no way. But when she have him another look over she saw his green eyes staring at her messy desk with a slight pout on his face. Oh he was totally jealous of Tim, she thought.

She looked at her untouched lunch, having totally losing herself in her work and forgetting it even existed. She then felt her stomach growl, seeing how Damian noticed it as well, raising his eyebrow higher, if that was even possible. Quickly saving the document she was working on, she slowly closed her laptop, letting what she was about to do sink in. Trying to contain her smile, not wanting to scare him off before she could even begin, she cleared her throat.

“So do you like Burgers?”

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iamtheotherdarkknight · 5 years ago

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Make Right (BruDick RP)

In Response to “It’s Killing Him”

@notyouraveragedickgrayson

If Bruce had to choose a moment when things really started to fall apart, he’d say was the day he pulled Jason’s still, broken body from the rubble of that abandoned warehouse. That surreal, numbness lifting as Bruce peeled away Jason’s mask to see his face for the last time.

That’s when the pain really hit him.

It was just like watching his mother and father bleed out in an alley - except it hurt so much worse. Maybe it was because parents aren’t supposed to outlive their children… And blood or no blood, Jason was his first child.

Watching strangers lower his boy – his son – into the ground that day is what finally broke him. By the end of the funeral service, it was just him and Alfred. Like it’s always been. And perhaps that has been Bruce’s mistake – maybe this is the way things were supposed to be. Maybe this cruel act was the universe’s way of reminding him of his place. It didn’t matter how long he trained, how much he learned or how many resources he devoted to his mission, he had to walk this path in solitude. ‘… or else…’

That night, Bruce stopped fighting the darkness - the Batman consumed him.

The carnage that followed Jason’s death couldn’t be called justice. Just needless bloodshed that falling short of killing. Violence that knew no shame. Batman wanted the Joker and he didn’t care what he had to do to get him. Batman had to make him hurt the way Bruce hurt. Torture him the way he tortured Jason. And the darkness only crept in further the longer Joker hid. There was nothing left to separate Bruce from the Bat anymore, no anchor. Just all-encompassing rage and an empty pain he prayed never went away. He needed that ache more than he needed food or air; it was the only thing getting him out of bed anymore.

Bruce couldn’t blame Dick for staying away. He deserved better than an emotionally crippled, hypocrite. How could he dare hold Dick accountable for his actions towards Zucco? Bruce knew full well what would happen when he finally found Joker. Arkham wasn’t enough. Blackgate wasn’t enough. Bruce knew that, and still couldn’t stop himself. That was until a young Timothy Jackson Drake appeared at his door, venti Americano in one hand and a tablet with a litany of evidence of Bruce’s double life in the other. More than that, the kid deduced Dick and Jason’s identities as Robins.

It was strange. All the information the young man had amassed over what had to be years – the eerily familiar singlemindedness Tim displayed in his pursuit. And all he wanted to do with it was convince Dick to become Robin again. “Because Gotham needs Batman. And Batman needs Robin.” The words rolled off the boys’ lips like an obvious truth he repeated one to many times. Like all whole world’s issues were nothing more than an uncomplicated problem to be solved over a cup of coffee and a few strokes of the keys.

A petty part of Bruce expected Tim to fall apart after failing to reunite the ‘Dynamic Duo’, Nightwing making it clear that he could never take the Robin mantle again. Imagine the Wayne’s rare look of shock when Tim came down the stairs of the cave, fully fitted in an altered Robin’s uniform. And when Bruce tried to protest, Tim simply shrugged it off and told him it was Nightwing who suggested he take the uniform. Tim would just have to do until Bruce found an adequate replacement… And if he resisted Tim’s help, he’d blow Bruce’s cover right out of the water.

It’s been years since that fateful day. Bruce would have loved to say that in that, he’s gotten better over time. That he had found a way to overcome the wounded savagery that overwhelmed him. That he didn’t slip back into those dark moods and was learning to be whole after having his heart picked apart, racked with guilt, shame and fear he concealed in anger. But that would be a blatant lie and nights like this he just didn’t care enough to keep up the front.

Tonight’s patrol had been taxing for the Bats.

The night ended early with the successful sabotage of Black Mask’s weapon shipment, but the win didn’t come without a fight. Batman had no idea where Sionis found the revenue to hire the mercs he had, but there was no way the people he and Robin encountered on that freight were anything ex-military. If it weren’t for his own decades of experience and Red Robin’s help tonight, the mission would have failed.

Damien left the fight with a concussion, Bruce ordering the boy go upstairs and rest. Tim, per usual, proved more resistant to his first dismissal, but his cracked ribs and broken arm and leg won out in the end. Between that and the three days Tim spent without sleep, operating the Bat near impossible. Not at Bruce was fairing much better. By the time they returned to the cave, the man sported several burns, bruises, and gashes from the explosion. The only way Alfred could get Bruce that stay still long enough to clean and dress the wounds when Bruce was sitting at the computer, typing up the reports for tonight. That was when Bruce saw the comm flash on his screen. The call came from Dick’s encrypted number.

… But he could feel ice in his veins when he heard the voice on the call.

“It’s me.”

And Bruce knew that voice anywhere.

It was a sad fact, but because couldn’t bring himself to open-up to Tim or Damien the way he had with Jason. Bruce had let his guard down with the young man and let himself be a father to him – something he could never bare to be to Dick. He could never presume to fill the void John Grayson left in Dick’s heart when he passed. Seeing Jason grow as an individual and Robin, principled and proud in the face of adversity. It always filled Bruce with pride… Perhaps that’s why seeing Red Hood stand over a fresh corpse, baring the face long dead son left him numb. Seeing that viciousness in Jason, felt like a cruel sick joke. Bruce’s only solace in Jason death was knowing the boy he cared for so much left this world with cleaner hands then him. But seeing Jason returned from the dead to become what felt like a reflection of Bruce’s darkest hours.

I was like he failed to save him all over again.

“Where is he?” Bruce demanded, his voice low and fierce. The logical part of his brain knew better than to think Jason would hurt Dick. In fact, the only person Red Hood hadn’t reconciled with was Batman. But Bruce didn’t always think rationally when it can to his first ward. Jason knew that better than anyone….

“With me and doesn’t wanna talk.” He clarified, adjust his hold Dick’s shaking form. “I’m calling a truce, old man. Let us in.” There was the briefest pause before Bruce overrode the security protocols and allow Jason to enter the cave. Bruce didn’t know could have happen to have Jason, of all people, to knock on his door and call for a truce, but he would be prepared it all the same. In the five minutes in took Jason to traverse the tunnels to central area, Bruce had covered his injuries and erased at trace of weakness. Not that it mattered once Jason ascended the steps to his platform.

Bruce’s stoic façade fell apart the minute his eyes came upon a harrowed Dick, bundled up in Jason’s arms. It’d been months since the he last saw his former ward – the two of them not necessarily on speaking terms. In fact, he and Dick had been on the outs ever since Bruce budded in a case in in Blüdhaven, stating under no uncertain terms what he thought of his ‘partner’, Catalina Flores. The actively avoided one another ever since.

Before Bruce could demand an explanation, Jason locked his green-blue eyes with his silently warning. It was always amazing how the two of them could communicate with out uttering a single word. It was part of the reason they worked so well together. So, when Jason eyes narrowed and gestured past Bruce, the man stepped aside and waited for him on the other side of the room. Once Jason was finished propping Dick in the same chair Bruce had occupied before their arrival. Despite Jason’s best effort, Dick still slumped over the edge like a ragdoll. And he was coming apart at the seams. It’s all Bruce can do, his brain running through every possible scenario, trying to deduce a reason for Dick’s state. Jason could come to him soon enough.

“He a panic attack.” Jason finally explained, his pulling a cigarette out of his pocket, but not reaching for his zippo yet. A nervous tick, just wanting something to chew on while he organized his thoughts.

“…What triggered it?” His mentor asked cautiously, trying to understand. His former ward had attack in the past. Bruce would care for Dick through the worse of them in the beginning, whenever the boy would have a nightmare or close call. But this was the first he’s ever seen the Dick since he became an adult. He was practically catatonic.

“You.” Jason spat out, as if to apply it was obvious. “Like it or not, all of this,” Jason gestured toward Dick. “Is on you.”

Without give Bruce an inch, Jason unloaded, recounting all that Dick confided in him. The young man’s mental health was in shambles and Bruce, whether he realized it or not, had only made it worse pushing Dick away. Especially when Bruce fired Dick. The older man had to admit, he was blinded with anger the night he fired Dick and all but kicked him out of the manor. Anger, and if he were being totally honest, fear. Fear of the unknown as Dick grew into the man, he was becoming, fear for the way he was started to see Dick. Because in all the years he raised Dick, he couldn’t see him as a son. And that terrified him to the core. Bruce had only realized the terrible mistake he made when the heard the Dick pulling out of the driveway for the last time.

And then Jason and the bomb happened…

“Pull your head out of your ass, old man. Your hot-and-cold attitude might work for the ladies, but that man behind me, feels fucked up enough about wanting you without your mile-thick wall of bullshit. And I know you heard me. Now, something has to change because I am not kidding around when I say that this situation, this denial, whatever ego or pride is in the way of you two... its killing him”.

Bruce was at a loss. Looking at Dick again, he felt a surge guilt run through him. Was it his fault that Dick developed this infatuation with him? Did he somehow poison the younger man’s mind and manipulated him -

“Stop, I know what you’re thinking old man. Stop making this about you and just make this right. If either of you were as sick as you think, you won’t be so scared of this.” Jason hissed, making his way to the stairs from where he came. “He’s in your care. Make it right, Bruce.” Jason repeated, warning the older man.

Bruce waited until he couldn’t hear Jason’s footsteps, steeling himself before approaching Dick for the first time in so long. He looked so out of it. Depressed and tired and just… gone. Bruce would have given anything wrap his arm around him like he had back when his thoughts towards Dick were innocent. But right now, it wasn’t about what Bruce wanted. It was about what Dick needed. So he knelt down on the ground before Dick so they were at eye level. Dicks eyes were downcast, but Bruce didn’t make a thing of it. Just spoke in the clearest voice he could manage, hoping that Dick would respond to him.

“Dick. Can you hear me? Do you know where you are?”

#Warning: BruDick #brudick #Batmanrp #closed thread #do not reblog

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mayleebaby28 · 6 years ago

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Day 4, Free Day: Everything about you is on the tip of my tongue

“Well if that’s where you put it, it has to be here somewhere,” Tim said, getting on the floor and looking under the bed. “They don’t just grow legs and walk away.”

“Maybe I dropped it?” Kon asked, moving the dirty clothes on the floor.

“Do you want me to call it?” Tim asked, standing straight up with his hands on his hips.

“Maybe, hold on,” Kon pulled the blankets back on the bed, shaking them out before tossing them on the floor. “Yeah, go ahead and call it.”

Tim grabbed his own phone off of the nightstand and called his third speed dial, holding the phone to his ear and hearing the ring-back.

Kon stretched his hearing out, listening for his ringtone for Tim, which was the Wendy the Werewolf Stalker theme.

Nothing. It must have been on silent.

“Can’t hear it,” Kon shook his head. “Dammit. Ma’s going to kill me if I dropped another phone while I was flying.”

“No, I saw it when you came in last night,” Tim said, putting his hands on his hips. “I remember, it vibrated and I thought it was-“

“Oh right, that’s when I turned it on silent,” Kon nodded, surveying the floor again. Not that he could find anything in Tim’s messy room.

“Well, let’s just retrace your steps,” Tim said, crawling across the bed towards Kon, who was standing on the other side. They were both still in their underwear, Tim in boxer briefs and Kon in his boxers, and their t-shirts. “So when you turned your phone on silent, what did you do?”

Kon thought for a second before smirking at Tim.

“Oh, no, no, no,” Tim shook his head, backing up a little, but then Kon was crawling onto the bed over him and Tim was laughing and letting out a squeal.

*****

“Okay,” Tim said, flopping down beside Kon, both of them out of breath. “Fun as that was, it didn’t get us anywhere.”

“I mean it got me somewhere a few times,” Kon said, and Tim snorted, reaching over to smack his chest.

“Okay after that what did we do?” Tim asked, reaching down to grab his underwear off of the floor, checking again to see if maybe the phone was down there. It wasn’t.

“You weren’t tired, despite my best efforts,” Kon said, sitting up and pulling his t-shirt on. “We snuck downstairs and shared that pint of ice cream.”

“Right,” Tim nodded, getting up and pulling on the pajama pants he had been wearing when Kon flew in through his window. It had been really romantic, actually. Kon had flown in, kissed Tim over his laptop screen. He took off Tim’s reading glasses, shut the laptop and set it aside, took the tiny pony tail out of his hair and they made really passionate love.

“You seen my pants?” Kon asked, glancing around the room. Tim chuckled and grabbed them from where they were by his feet, tossing them over the bed.

“C’mon, horn dog,” Tim laughed, motioning for his boyfriend to follow him. He stuck his head out first, glancing up and down the hallway. Bruce probably knew Kon was there, they were both adults and Bruce kind of stopped caring after catching them the fourth or fifth time, but that didn’t mean one of the others in the manor needed to see them emerging from Tim’s bedroom.

The two quietly descended the stairs and headed for the kitchen where Damian was sitting on a barstool, scowling at and scrolling through his phone.

“Good morning, son of Satan,” Tim said as he headed towards the freezer.

“Drake,” Damian said. “Clone.”

“Demon,” Kon nodded at the teen.

“For future reference, I would like a warning when your boyfriend is coming over,” Damian said, hopping off of his bar stool and taking the empty cup that had been in front of him and setting it in the sink.

“I don’t think you need one,” Tim shook his head as he gazed over the freezer, hoping to see the phone on one of the shelves. Nothing. “Especially since what Kon and I do is none of your business.”

“It is my business when I can hear your headboard from three rooms away,” Damian said, raising a brow but still not looking up from his phone. “Which, by the way, was not something I expected to hear when I woke up so congratulations.”

“Oh, you are such a brat,” Tim scoffed, opening the silverware drawer. No phone. “I can’t wait for you to start having sex so I can tease you about it.”

“See, that’s the difference, Drake,” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m not a tease.”

“Fuck off, Damian,” Tim glared at the teen over the garbage can, where the only thing he could see was the empty carton.

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” Damian asked, heading out the door and down the hall, still not looking up from his phone.

“Do you think he’ll grow out of being annoying or do you think it’s part of who he is as a person?” Kon asked, glancing around the island to see if maybe he had dropped it there. Nada.

“After we had ice cream, we went and walked in the gardens,” Tim said, and Kon nodded.

“You wanted to see the stars,” Kon said, following Tim as he headed out of the kitchen and towards the back yard.

The two walked slowly down the hall, checking the floor as they went in case Kon had dropped his phone somewhere along the way, but came up with nothing.

The gardens looked more beautiful in the morning sunlight, the roses and the petunias. Alfred did a wonderful job of tending the flowers. But Tim’s eyes were glued to the ground as they followed the path down to the gazebo.

“I don’t see it,” Tim said, looking over the gazebo bench where they had sat and talked. Tim pointed out which stars were planets, and where constellations were. It was sweet until Tim started to get cold, but that just meant Kon held him closer.

“Well after this we went right to bed,” Kon mumbled, glancing around on the ground.

“Maybe I can hack into it and find the location,” Tim said, pulling his own phone out of his pocket and scowling at it.

“I mean, or we could just do this,” Kon said, and Tim didn’t see what he was talking about for a moment because he was opening his encryption software, but when he did look up, he had to look down.

Kon was in the middle of the gazebo, down on one knee.

“Oh my God,” Tim said, thumb poised over the screen. He quickly tucked his phone away, turning his full attention to Kon.

“Tim, every day, I think there isn’t any possible way I could fall more in love with you,” Kon started, and Tim had to sit on the bench because his legs were shaking. “But then every time I see you laugh, or I get to wake up next to you, I do. Somehow, some way, I fall more and more in love with you every day. And I want to spend the rest of my life seeing just how much more I can love you.”

“Oh, Kon,” Tim breathed, reaching out to pull Kon up onto the bench as well. He was pulled into a kiss, his hands on Kon’s face. “I love you too, you know that right?”

“Well if I didn’t, I don’t think I would have gotten you this,” Kon said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a white gold ring. “Will you marry me?”

“Of course,” Tim nodded, and Kon’s smile grew until it was practically splitting his face in half. He slid the ring onto Tim’s left hand and leaned in for another kiss. “Think that bed’s still warm?”

“Maybe we could go check,” Kon said, wiggling his brows and taking Tim’s hand in his own as they strolled back towards the house.

*****

“Hey, you think we should go tell everyone?” Kon asked as he and Tim got dressed for the third time that morning.

“Oh, don’t you want to just keep it a secret a little longer?” Tim asked, working himself into Kon’s arms. “Maybe spend the rest of the day here in bed?”

“We have to tell them eventually,” Kon said. “And I think someone would come looking for us if we stayed in bed all day.”

“You’re probably right,” Tim nodded. “Okay, come on.”

Tim took his hand and the pair headed down the hall and the stairs into the parlor where Bruce and Dick were engaged in a game of chess, and Damian was curled up on the couch, still scrolling through the phone.

“Hey, you two,” Dick said, glancing towards the door.

“Hey, we’ve got something to tell you guys,” Tim said, hiding their linked hands behind the couch. That got everyone’s attention, minus Damian who was an angry 16-year-old that didn’t care about anything. “We’re engaged.”

“Timmy!” Dick exclaimed, grinning at his younger brother. “I’m so happy for you guys!”

“Can I have my phone back now?” Kon asked, leaning over the couch. Damian rolled his eyes and passed the phone in his hands back to Kon. “Thank you.”

“Damian had your phone the whole time?” Tim asked, turning his gaze to his fiancé.

“I told him if he held onto my phone, I’d let him spend a weekend with John at the farm,” Kon said, tucking his phone into his pocket.

“You let him look through your phone?” Tim asked, eyes widening a little.

“Relax, I locked a bunch of stuff.”

“Not very well,” Damian said, getting off of the couch. “Congratulations, I suppose. Drake, I suggest you help your fiancé with the locks on his phone.”

“I hate you,” Tim said, glaring at his younger brother as he left the room.

“The feeling is mutual,” Damian called over his shoulder.

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