oh no, now I'm imagining Dick opening jars for 14-yo Tim during Prodigal
Tim doesn't even think to ask him at first; his dad wasn't at home often enough for it be a habit, and like hell was he gonna ask the older boys at boarding school to open stuff for him like he couldn't do it himself :/ and while staying at Wayne Manor, well, with Alfred around the jars were without fail already open by the time they reached the table.
so when it's just the two of them, fending for themselves both on Gotham's streets as Batman and Robin and in the Manor's kitchen as Dick and Tim, it doesn't occur to Tim to ask.
Dick watches him wrestle with the jam jar like it's Killer Croc for a long minute, chin propped in one hand and eyebrow raised in amusement. Then he just reaches over and plucks it out of Tim's grasp with a casual, "Here, kiddo. Let me."
now, Dick could tap the jar against the edge of the counter, all around the stubborn lid. or he could run it under warm water. or gently twist his warm hands round and round the metal rim to heat and loosen it that way. teach Tim all the standard tricks of the jar-opening trade.
but for some reason, he doesn't.
instead, under Tim's startled, expectant gaze, Dick finds himself taking firm hold with the vise grip of his trapeze artist hands, flashing the kid a showy grin, and just twisting with a hard flex of muscle.
the loud pop isn't half as satisfying as the beam of admiration on Tim's face.
Dick should feel silly. jeez, it's not like he suplexed a Rogue right in front of the kid or caught him out of a 10-storey fall or anything.
(who's more ridiculous - Tim for being impressed by so little, or Dick for feeling so undeniably smug about it?)
(is his life seriously such a mess that wowing the baby Robin with feats of basic domestic competence counts as a win? seriously? get a grip, Grayson.)
"yeah, yeah - I loosened it up for you!" Tim laughs, but when Dick hands him the jar with one hand and scrubs vigorously through his hair with the other, he can still see his little brother's pleased smile as he attempts to duck away.
so Dick keeps doing it. Tim always insists on having a go at it himself, first, but shoving stubborn jars at Dick with that expectant look quickly becomes automatic.
it's a Thing. like many Things about Tim, it could easily be annoying, but somehow it manages to be endearing instead.
maybe that's just how little brothers work.
Dick does teach the kid how to do laundry and fold clothes and replace broken windows and cook basic meals for himself because he's not about to do all the work in this big old empty house, but he never does teach him how to open stuck jars.
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Cameron: Ello chaps, enjoying your stay so far? Tis the perfect time to have a good ol fashioned chatter with you two, starting off with my little brother, eh?
Charles: W-wait wait, if you are really my long lost brother, then how the heck you become a Toppat?!
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(thoughts in Korean)
Ashley: *tsk* Annoying…
Henry: Ah, fuck...
Imagine that you become a government agent tasked on taking down the biggest criminal organization, but unfortunately ended up getting captured, AND THEN finding out you have a family member who is part of said organization.
Bummer, isnt it?
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this idea has been rotting in my brain for a while really, thought it would be fun to have this scenario drawn out :P
also i wanna draw toppat!cam too KEK, with how his behavior goes, i dont think Ash like him much but since he's Reg and RHM adopted son, she gotta be careful on her words. (doesnt really matter much when OG Cam is her enemy anyway)
wanna write some korean phrases for the cousins too haha (to those confused, i hc henry as korean-american), here to say again that while henry got rusty on his language he still knows some swear words lol
Toppat!Cam belongs to @rarestdoge
Ashley Jang belongs to me.
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I just think we deserve the version of Bones 3.15 The Pain in the Heart where Jared Booth was informed and invited to Booth’s fake funeral.
If you think Sweets was already shit-stirring, imagine how much better/worse/dramatic/chaotic/hilarious it would be with Jared. Wind up his brother? Flirt with Brennan to really rub it in? Lay it on thick that he was informed but Brennan wasn’t? Get Cam in on it?
Jared Booth walks directly in front of his disguised brother with a smirk, walking right to Tempe’s side to offer steady support. Tells her Noble Seeley stories and remarks on how now he will have to be the reliable protector, how he will take on the duty of protecting his brother’s people. Booth just about cracks a tooth from how hard he’s clenching his jaw.
Sweets is amateur hour compared to a lifetime of little brother expertise
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