Title – Sing little Robin
Disclaimer – I don't own anything of Batman.
Summary – Tim Drake starts acting weird after a scouting mission, so weird Batman calls in Nightwing for help. Can they save him from his destructive behavior? And just who is this new girl?
Rating – T
Author's Note – Enjoy.
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The cool breeze blew past leaving his cape billowing in the wind like a dance begging for attention and appreciation. His midnight black hair flickered in and out of his view as his thoughts once again consumed his mind leaving him scatter brained and not focusing. Something Batman would have no problem reprimand him about. Timothy Drake closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to not be Robin anymore. But as soon as his brown eyes were opened and he spotted twenty feet below the streets of Gotham City Tim knew he was having hormonal teenager thoughts yet once again.
Lately Timmy has been feeling depressed and he knew there was no reason for it, it was just his hormones. After all it came with being a sixteen year old. It has been three years since he joined the Bat Family and he really couldn't be happier. Bruce Wayne, his surrogate father had given him everything, a home, clothes, food, and as much love android Bruce could give. Alfred was his surrogate grandfather and of course that old man went above and beyond for anyone who steps in that house. And Babs… beautiful Babs was always there to make him feel better when he was down. She was his care taker in ways when they went on scouting missions, she always kept her distance but was there in an instant when trouble was brewing whenever she could. She was the mother figure he never had.
Dick. Dick Grayson was his older surrogate brother and that alone was a relationship that ran deeper then blood. They had each other's backs, they shared stories and secrets, they talked about the bat when they were upset. But most of all they were just there for each other. It was a perfect brother relationship that nether had never had.
But something was a miss with the new Boy Wonder. And until he could place his fingers on at least the tip of it, it would be lost and perhaps gone forever only to be mildly upsetting in the future.
"Help! Somebody help!" A woman's scream was heard from down below the streets.
Tim smirked, this was the best part of nights like these when it seemed like all bad guys took a day off. Ass kicking time!
"Action hero time." He muttered as he took his grapple hook and propelled off into the distance down into the streets of Gotham City.
It was a girl alright, but she looked young. Very young, like around his age young. She had shoulder length black hair with green streaks in it. Her eyes were like midnight blue as wide as saucers and her skin was a pale white that looked as if it was glowing in the moon light. She wore knee length black boots and a long wavy black skirt that blew in the wind with each move she took. Her shirt was the only thing that wasn't black, it was a skin tight spaghetti strap purple shirt that clung to every curve on her tiny body. Needless to say she was gorgeous.
She was surrounded by a couple of thugs laughing and throwing random things at her careful to not cause any harm… yet.
Robin did a front flip over the girl and right into the ribs of her first attacker. He sent the man flying into a trash can that rebounded off and hit another thug taking him down. Robin wasted no time in jumping onto the man's chest kicking him straight in the face knocking him out cold.
One thug ran straight for Robin, "I'll kill you bird boy!" He grabbed onto Robin's cape and threw him over and up into the wall causing all of the wind to collapse from his lungs. He stumbled up slowly and looked up, but was met with a steel toe boot colliding with his chin. Robin cried out as the blood splattered to the ground and the sickening crunch was heard. The man swung around when he felt a tiny fist on his back. The girl was trying to help him.
Robin got up and wiped the blood from his mouth and jumped onto the man's shoulders using all of his thigh muscles to swirl the man into the trash bins. Once he was down Robin used the strongest punch he could muster and knocked the man out cold after taking a bump to the head from the trash cans.
He was breathing hard and unsteady due to his left side. Something had to be broken, he could barely breathe.
"You… okay?" He spoke softly.
The girl nodded slowly and approached him cautiously. "Thank you… do you need help?"
Robin shook his head and stood back crouching from the pain, "I'll live. Where do you live?"
"Around." Was all she said. Her voice was strong, almost like a man's confidence but it was all female only slightly mellow not so high pitched. He had to admit this girl was beautiful.
"Need me to take you home?"
"No you need help being taken home more then I do. I live close by-" She stopped mid sentence when she looked up. Her eyes widened slightly and she took off running. Robin was slightly confused until her heard the whoosh and thud of people falling to the ground.
"You scared her." He said before turning around.
"Robin you're hurt." Batgirl said cooing over his bleeding mouth and fresh bruises and his crouching form nursing his left side.
"Not as bad as my ego." He muttered remembering the girl's attitude, she sure was confident.
Batman helped him into the batmobile and quickly drove home for the night. Once home Alfred was waiting there with some medication ready for Robin.
"Oh Master Timothy are you alright?" Alfred asked as he guided Tim over to the medical table. Barbara helped pull his costume down to reveal his bruising ribs. He only winced a couple of times as their fingers brushed over the tender flesh.
"What happened?" Bruce asked taking his outfit off and into something more comfortable.
"I was fine with those thugs until one grabbed my cape and threw me into a wall, I think that's when I got this," He said pointing to his ribs, "and then I got this from when I was kicked in the face." He pointed to his swollen chin.
"He'll be fine Master Bruce, it's just some bruising on the ribs nothing is broken." Alfred said pressing hard into the boy's ribs causing gasps of pain.
It was still relatively early in the night, only midnight. Usually they stayed out longer but it was so slow they turned in early. Tim was the only one to deal with people tonight. Batman saved a couple of dogs from being hit by cars and Batgirl stopped a drunk driver from running off the ledge of Gotham Bridge.
Tim hopped off of the table without another word and began to walk up the steps towards his bedroom. Damn his ego was shot tonight.
It has only been an hour since Tim left to take a shower and clean up before he headed back down towards the bat cave. He snuck in carefully so nobody would notice him but he knew they were all down there when nobody was upstairs.
Alfred was standing next to Bruce and Barbara was sitting at the computer. All were dressed in normal attire.
"I wouldn't worry yourself over it Bruce, that kid has more spunk then you give him credit for." Barb was saying.
Batman had a way of talking but keeping his voice hidden. He could only hear his low grumble but no words were heard.
"You always do this! You blame yourself, well Timmy was fine but he let one hit get in. if you go bothering him about this it'll drag his ego down even more." Barbara sure was scary when she had her hands on her hips using that authority voice.
"She's right Master Bruce, master Timothy has been sensitive lately and bugging him about this will upset him more."
So even Alfred noticed his mood swings.
"sensitive?" He heard Bruce ask.
"Probably those hormones of his. Male teenagers tend to start puberty later and he is fifteen the perfect age of getting moody and morose." Barbara explained. Great they were observing him now…
"I remember when Master Dick hit puberty… that boy was hard to keep up with, always back talking Master Bruce and wanting to do things his way and of course they didn't so it led to more fights."
"Maybe… it's time to call Dick in for a visit, maybe he can help with Tim for a bit. Also take him to see Leslie see if this is all his problem is."
Tim blushed furiously. Great, now he had to have Leslie take a look at his privates to see if he was 'coming along' like they think. He had hit puberty at thirteen, his voice squeaky and his body awkward looking. He wasn't done growing, but he sure was taller and his voice was steadier. And of course his body was filling in nicely even in the lower regions. The only thing that is bothering him is his emotions. That's the only thing. Everything else is perfectly fine.
Although getting some advice from his older brother wasn't a bad idea. Embarrassing enough as it is his older brother always had the best advice.
Especially since the first time Tim had a wet dream. When he woke up he was covered in a sticky substance and at first glance he thought he wet the bed. That was until he lifted his hand and realized it was too thick. That was when he realized the intense feeling in his lower regions. And he new immediately that he just had a wet dream, he learned all about them when he was 11 during school.
He changed his pajamas and sheets and while walking down to the laundry room Dick spotted him.
He was leaning against his bike in the garage that was just in view of the laundry, he had a knowing smirk on his tanned face.
"Little Timmy is all grown up."
"Shut up." He blushed trying to walk out of the way of his older brother.
"You know I used to get them too." Baby Robin stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly.
"What do you mean used too?"
And that's how the long and embarrassing talk went into about sex, the male body, and of course masturbation. Having that kind of a talk was so embarrassing that Tim wasn't even sure how Dick had on a straight face. He was wondering just how Bruce's face would look giving him that kind of a talk.
Speaking of sex… he just had the strangest visions of him topping that pretty girl with no name. Her black hair sprawled around her pale skin, her crimson lips parted sighing out his name in pleasure and the hot heat her body gave off as he gets closer to her.
Tim stumbled slightly and aroused the others.
"Master Timothy?" Alfred questioned looking up the stairs.
Oh great… his face was flushing red from his previous thoughts and he was starting to feel tingly all over. Right now he needed another shower, only cold.
"I… couldn't sleep." He said sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.
It was a trait Batman noticed he picked up from his older brother, Dick. He did it all the time and since the two had been spending a lot of time together, Tim had picked up a lot of Dick's habits.
"I heard you mention Dick, is he stopping by?" He figured he'd beat around the bush
"Don't know yet, we figured we'd call him and let him spend a few days with you just to kind of get some tension off of you." Batgirl explained.
"Anyways young Master you need to be in bed, tomorrow is a big day, now off you go or it'll be cleaning the garage for you again."
Knowing Alfred wasn't a man for bluffs the young Robin took his advice and crept back up the stairs and through the lonely mansion into his room. He sometimes hated this foreboding room.
It used to be Bruce's. Then it was given to Dick when he came into the picture. How parents would want to put a giant painting of themselves in their child's bedroom was beyond him, but why Bruce wanted to keep sticking his surrogate son's in the same room he grew up was way beyond him. Honestly this mansion was big enough to hold more then just one child's room.
Instead of thinking more into this room he laid back down in his comfy bed and fell into a relentless sleep.
By the time it was morning he was already hating it. Alfred was in his room pulling open his curtains letting in cursed sun rays. How much he hated early mornings, especially non school days.
Today was a stupid party for Bruce Wayne's charity to the new Gotham Library and he had to be present… how pleasant.
These parties were never just a social gathering, they were a social bore. He smiled thinking back to the days when he and Dick were at these parties…
About a year and a half ago Dick was visiting and unfortunately he got stuck participating to one of the social gatherings also.
"Want to know what I used to do when I was a kid Timmy?" He whispered while sitting as far away from the giggling girls as they could. The women always crooned over them, especially since they were legal wards under Bruce Wayne, the cold hearted Bruce Wayne might not give them a second glance, but his kids were young and easy to manipulate. Or so they thought.
"What was that?" Tim asked voice so melancholy picking at his salad.
"I used to find things, like frogs or something, bugs anything I could get my hands on and stick them in odd places. Oh it would drive them nuts! Alfred and Bruce caught on and every time I would be punished… but hey Tim it's so worth it."
Tim actually smiled at the thought of that Helda Burgon screaming in fear as a slimy wet newt crawled over her overly, inhuman, large, bust.
And it gave Tim an idea. He gathered up some flowers that were flooded with ants and walked along the sidewalk passing the girls tables.
"Hello Timmy!"
"What a cutie!"
"How old are you now son?"
"Oh he's as dashing as Bruce!"
"Look at those muscles… is that normal for a boy his age to have muscles?"
His eyes widened slightly. He turned around and stared at the woman who was gawking at his tiny muscles. They were nothing impressive but still a boy his age should probably be scrawny. He was scrawny, just a bit more muscled.
"Hey ladies, I have something for you." He smirked. His movement was clear and suave. With each step he took he placed a flower behind they women's ears and then scampered off containing his laughter as he joined Dick at the other table.
"Way to go Timster!" Dick high fived his little brother and watched where Bruce was. He was over by the fountain having a conversation with the new librarian and wow! She was gorgeous!
But the party was mostly destroyed when screams erupted the whole party. The girls scampered around shaking their heads and acting like mad people.
At first glance Bruce thought it was the scarecrow's doing, that was until he noticed his two son's were having a giggling fit. Oh … they were so grounded.
After the party got back on it's feet and everyone calmed down Bruce was quick to punish the boys. They got grounded from the suit for a week. Alfred had them work on the cleaning around the mansion and of course his personal favorite polishing the cars. It sucked because there were so many! Too many if you counted the batmobile's.
As good as that trick was at that party he really was debating on weather it was worth it to smell like polish for a month afterwards. Oh who was he kidding, watching ten minutes of those annoying females running around screaming like lunatics was totally worth it.
But as he leaned against the railing overlooking the ocean form the Wayne Mansion he couldn't help but miss Dick. It would be fun with him there, constantly teasing Bruce and his playboy image. It just wasn't that fun talking to yourself…
He heard the loud laugh of Babs as well as Bruce's uncharacteristic laugh. The baby of the Bat family rolled his eyes. Man in public those two were out of control… perhaps they all were in a sense, they lived in a cave most of the time so out in public they were freaks among the people.
Tim looked away from the crashing waves and spotted a girl wearing a white dress that floated around her lithe body. His eyes widened when he realized just who she is. He slowly crept up to her making it seem as if he was just walking around.
"Beautiful isn't it?" She said breathlessly to him. Tim turned to look at her and nodded slowly. In the sun light she was even more breathe taking. Her skin which radiated off of the moon last night was glowing a pure angelic shade in the sun. Her hair was so dark it contrasted nicely with her pale skin. And her eyes… those eyes he felt stunned with last night were even more stunning then last night. The sun brought back the brightness and mixtures no normal human could possibly have. They were a stunning purple with midnight blue surrounding her pupils.
Tim nodded stupidly and gulped feeling like a thirteen year old again. She turned to him and looked him up and down. One perfect eyebrow arched as she reached his face.
"Names Alexia Paisley, but you can call me Lexi if you prefer." She placed her hand out.
Tim shook it, "Tim Drake."
That perfect eyebrow rose again, "Tim Drake? Bruce Wayne's ward? How nice it must be to live a life like this." She said surveying the area of the mansion.
"It's not always easy loosing your parents." He spoke quietly.
Lexi frowned, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. My mother helped with the plants at the Library but couldn't make it today so she sent me out for this social bore."
Tim smiled, "Yeah these things can be a drag. Come on I'll show you around the place." She nodded and followed him up the steps into the mansion.
Bruce eye's were on him the entire time. It was definitely time to call Dick. His Tim was starting to turn into a man. He excused himself and walked inside also but immediately snuck into the batcave. There he could survey the cameras hidden within the mansion in case of intrusion. There was something weird about how this girl from the night before was able to show up to his mansion … what a coincidence?
"Bruce taught me all kinds of sword lessons." Tim was explaining as he showed her the swords and fencing items.
"Is that how you got that bruise on your face?" she asked.
Tim's eyes widened slightly… shit she was there when he was kicked.
"Naw my brother dick punched me in the face on accident. We were messing around when we both fell from the attic down to the first floor he fell on me his fist came flying into my chin. I still say he did it on purpose."
"Where is your brother?"
Tim walked around and leaned against a couch, "Back in Bludhaven where he lives."
The conversation was of a normal talk between awkward teens so batman picked up the phone.
It only took three rings, "Yeah?" The voice on the other end seemed huffy and breathless.
"Tim needs you."
"….What do you mean?"
"he's been acting weird Dick and I think it's time he receives a visit from his older brother."
Even though he couldn't see him Bruce new he was nodding, "I'll be there in the morning."
Batman was going to agree when his eyes widened, Tim was explaining something when the girl stepped close to him, grabbed his neck and pulled forward claiming his lips in a heated kiss. it didn't take long for Tim to return the favor.
"How about tonight…?"
"Why what happened?"
"Tim's growing up." Click.
Nightwing looked at the receiver and rolled his eyes. Leave it to Bruce to freak out over something like this. 'Tim's growing up' meant that Tim has a girlfriend or about to get one. The old bat never could deal with that.
Tim blushed furiously. Her lips were warm and wet on his and her hands stayed above his waist, but tangled themselves in his hair then moved down to his shoulders. She was small but damn she could reach up to him. His back was pressed up against the glass case holding different artifacts and relics but the painful throb in his lower back from the handle pressing tightly in him was nothing compared to the feelings pooling in the pit of his belly. The excitement and adrenaline was nothing compared to jumping off of a building and grip hooking onto a nearby building only to propel off and twirl in midair to do a handstand onto the next building. But the pleasure he felt was nothing compared to jumping off of a building. The excitement was building and he wanted more, he could smell her, taste her, almost feel her heat radiating off of him. He was intoxicated and high off of her alone and as his fingers moved down from her neck down to her waist she pushed him away.
He was breathing hard and his face was flushed. He needed more of her but he had to control himself. Was this how it was to be a real man? Not knowing how to think when in the presence of a woman and feeling drugged and high? Thinking only on male testosterone? He didn't like it, didn't like it one bit. His brain was mixed up and he was disoriented and she just kept looking at him with a strange glint in her beautiful midnight eyes.
"I need to go. Call me later Timmy…" She whispered giving him a chaste kiss on the lips before she swung around and left leaving a piece of paper in his hand.
"fuck…" he muttered rubbing his forehead. That was weird… like he could throw her on the couch and take her right then and there, but he's never felt that way with anyone. He's kissed girls before but never has he felt like this.
It was time he should get back to the party anyways before he's missed.
Sorry that the beginning is a bit slow. This was sort of a prologue just introducing the characters but the story will progress into something more I promise!