Author Note: This is not originally my idea. I was inspired by a moment off Modern Family. So I disclaim any lines or ideas taken from the show, those lines and ideas belong to their respective owners. I also disclaim all Batman characters, the rights remain with their respective owners.
Hello to all of wonderful writers and readers who have taken the time to read this story! As stated above, this was inspired by Modern Family. Usually, I write only my own ideas; but this scene was too perfect. Please note this is sort of AU, Dick and Jason are full grown adults and Tim is their one year old brother. I am considering making this a series of brotherly parenting one-shots, so please give your opinion (all the remaining one-shots of this series will be my own ideas.) One last thing, I do not have a beta, so please excuse any grammatical errors. I struggle the most with tense consistency, so please excuse any of those blatant errors.
Enjoy the story!
Raising Robin: Rule One
By Radiant Storm
Dick is on the onslaught of panic, and Jason close behind him.
They both scoured the night, living symbols of justice battling the worst of humanity. They saved the innocent from becoming prey to the darkest of creation. They fought for the lives, they fought for souls. Every night they step into battle the shadowy world, they come face to face with the dark monsters hunting for those who rise against them.
But this-this moment was enough to send Nightwing and the Red Hood, stolid figures of justice, into a haze of panic.
What have they done?
"Oh-oh no. No." Dick began chanting, he frantically groped at the glass. There was no purchase for him somehow surpass the glass that set him on the steady track into anxiety.
"Look, it's going to be okay," Jason tried to pacify his older brother. He fumbled around in his pocket, looking for the key to easily solve the situation. "Oh no," Jason's eyes flashed to the glass. There nestled past the immovable barrier, the desperately needed metal shined tauntingly back at him. He cursed.
Dick settled his horrified eyes on his brother, "You didn't."
Jason merely cast a worried glance to the glass.
"No!" Dick collided his face against the glass, his hand beating against the solid obstruction. "Tim! Tim!" He yelled desperately to his youngest brother, who was trapped on the other side. "Timmy, it's going to be okay!" Dick anxiety speeded towards full blown panic.
Despite his worry for Tim, Jason could not help but take advantage of his brother's terror stricken state. "Bruce is going to kick your-"
"Jason! This is your fault."
"How can you blame me?"
"You were the one that locked the keys in the car. YOU LOCKED OUR BABY BROTHER IN THE CAR!"
"Calm it down, I'm calling OnStar!" Jason defended, reasoning if he could remedy his mistake with a level head that there was no need for his father to know that his helpless one year old son is locked in the car.
Jason focused on the task at hand as his brother continued to shout at Tim through the window. Tim, clueless, just cooed back at his brothers. Jason managed to fumble out his information to the helpline, almost shouting to be heard over Dick's exuberant cries. "Yes, last name Wayne."
Finally the competent worker was ready to help Jason with his problem. "Mr. Wayne, what can I assist you with?"
Jason threw blind punches to Dick as his volume escalated even further, "Yes, we have locked my baby brother in the car." Jason's arm continued, pummeling the nonexistent resistance of the air. He turned. Dick was gone. Instead of giving wise worry to where his hyperventilating brother scrambled off to, Jason enjoyed the reprieve from pacifying an alarm stricken idiot.
Wrong decision.
"Yes, we locked him in the car…people are judging us. Well you know what," His voice escalated to all those who gawked at him. "They can kiss my-"
Suddenly, Jason knew panic had fully set in. Dick was desperate to save their baby brother, much like the horrified mother who lifts the car to save her child…but this was different.
No mother was like this.
Dick's graceful form charged towards the car, brandishing a large chrome trash can over his head. In a loud high-pitched shriek:
"I'M BREAKING THE WINDOW!"
The panic stricken man stumbled clumsily to the ground, yet valiantly recovered and continued. As he honed in on the car the shriek continued.
"I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GONNA BREAK IT!"
The calm voice on the phone commented on Dick's loud terror stricken cries, "Sir, please tell your wife to calm down. Everything is going to be okay."
"That's a man!" Jason argued.
Surprised, "Really?"
Dick aimed the trash can for the window, "DON'T WORRY, TIMMY, BROTHER IS COMING FOR YOU!" He was powering up for the downward swing when Jason halted him.
"Sir, we just sent the signal. The door should be unlocked now."
"Check the door!"
Dick rapidly pulled at the door handle. "It's not unlocked!" On one particularly hard tug the door swung wide open.
Out of breath, Dick leaned against the open door and gave a sigh, "Oh that is amazing. How do they do that?"
"I don't know," The sarcastic edge barely highlighting his words. "Yes, the show is over, thank you!" Jason angered at the wide eyed bystanders who scattered at his tone.
"Did that come from space?"
Rule one of Brother parenting: Never panic.
Reviews are very welcome! I am thankful for any opinions or constructive criticism. This is the first rule of series, so please comment if you would like me to continue.
Thanks for reading, I hope to hear feedback from all of you writers and readers out there!