So, this is a prompt I got from A Clown and his Pipe, which I have to admit, I'm flattered to get.
In this Tim and Adam (you'll have to read to see who he is) are both around 8. The same time Tim started going after Batman.
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman or any DC Comics. Though, if I did, Stephanie, Cass, and Wally West would all be in the New 52, and Damian wouldn't be dead.
Tim POV
I looked down at my camera hanging around my neck, fiddling with the buttons to get the best outcome for the picture whenever Batman and Robin came around for patrol.
It was dark out, only the busy cars of the never ending low life of Gotham at the bottom lighting the night. There was a slight breeze in the air, carrying the stink of cigarette smoke and filth that made me wrinkle my nose a little bit.
"You shouldn't be out here, Tim." A familiar voice said behind me. I frowned, looking back at Adam.
Looking at Adam was like looking into a mirror for me. He had black hair cut just like me, his eyes were the exactly same ice blue color, even the same pale skin as me. The only thing different about us was our voices since Adam's were a little deeper. Besides that, no one else can tell a difference. Not even our dad. The only one who's been able to tell us apart is Mom, but she went through birth pain with us, so it would be kind of sad if she couldn't tell us apart.
"Why not? It's a nice night, don't you think?" I asked, looking around for Batman and Robin again.
"We have an outside balcony you could set on if you wanted to see the night that badly. Why are you out here?" Adam said, sitting down next to me.
I looked around, and my lips twitched into a smile when I saw the flutter of capes pass by. Quickly, I snapped a picture, right before the dynamic duo continued to fly into the night with practiced ease. "This is why." I said, showing him the picture.
Adam look at the picture, his nose wrinkling slightly. Huh. Did I always look like that when I wrinkle my nose?
"Tim, this is ridiculous. Batman and Robin aren't the only ones on the rooftops. The rest of the villains come by here, too. You could get hurt. And when Mom finds out, she'll be mad." Adam said, frowning at me. I bit my lip at the last comment.
Don't get me wrong, Mom is amazing. She takes us to her work when she can, plays with us with her own special games, and actually treats us like we're two different people. Not many people thought we were different. For some reason, people think that if you look a like, your one in the same.
But when Mom got mad, she wasn't someone you wanted to be around. As a matter a fact, me and Adam would both sooner jump off a roof then deal with Mom's unholy wrath if we could. Sadly, we'd never make it to the roof before she catch us.
"Adam, she's always on a trip. The only way she'll know without being in the same house, is if you told her. You won't tell her, right?" I asked, staring at him with slight fear.
The thing was, despite what people think, me and Adam do not act the same. I was more shy, awkward, and less social than Adam.
Adam was the oldest out of the two of us, though, and thought that him being older meant he had to protect me. Now, what his idea of protecting was, I wasn't sure. But, if he did tell Mom, it wouldn't shock me since he would think he's just 'protecting' me.
Adam didn't say anything, making my eyes water. Adam's silence always meant 'yes'. And if he was going to tell, my days of watching Batman and Robin were over.
"Adam, you can't!" I said, pleading with him through my eyes.
"Why not, Tim? Your just going to get hurt out here. And, the fact that your stalking Batman and Robin is... kind of creepy." Adam said, wincing when I gave him a glare I've been slowly learning from watching Batman glare at villains.
"Adam, I'm not stalking." I said, standing up and walking towards the fire escape.
"Then what do you call what you're doing out here?" Adam asked as he followed me down.
"I call it looking for excitement. There's nothing wrong with that." I said, glaring at him.
"It is when you look for danger, too." Adam said, snatching the camera away from me and started running back towards our house.
"Give it back." I yelled after him, running behind him as he ran through the crowds of people towards our house.
"No!" Adam yelled back at me, running even faster towards our house, which was only 2 miles away since the Bat's just started patrol.
I ran as fast as I could, but sadly, Adam had a head start that was desperately needed when trying to get through crowds, and as much as I spent my nights running around on the rooftops, Adam was more athletic than me from playing on his soccer team, or whatever other sport he decided to do.
"Adam, you can't tell Mom!" I yelled at him as we neared the house, just as I was starting to finally catch up. My lungs were burning, my breaths were coming out sort and ragged, and my body was shaking.
"You can't tell me what?" A familiar voice asked, right when I tackled Adam to the ground and started wrestling him for the camera.
I froze, looking up at Mom's hesitantly before gulping as dread filled me. "Tim's trying to get himself killed!" Adam said, tossing the camera gently over towards Mom where it landed on the grass in front of her.
"No I am not, Adam's being overprotective again." I said, scrambling off of him to get the camera.
Mom picked it up before me, her carefully painted blood red nails pressing against the camera's buttons to look through the pictures. "These are good photos of them, Tim. I'm guessing you had to jump on the roof tops to get these, correct?" She asked, as Adam stood next to me.
"Yes, ma'am." I said, hoping manners would make my punishment less horrible.
She didn't say anything for a while, just looking through the pictures before finally sighing. "Adam was right Tim, you're going to get yourself killed doing this." Mom said, making me hang my head as tears formed in my eyes.
Adam's fingers wiggle through mine, squeezing my hand gently in a comforting way. As overprotective Adam was about my safety, he was also my twin. Meaning, he knew exactly how miserable I was feeling right now.
"If I tell you not to go out anymore, would you actually listen?" Mom asked, handing me the camera again.
I shook my head, shuffling my feet. Mom sighed, though it sounded somewhat fond. "Then I guess you'll just have to be trained." Mom said, making my head and Adam's snap up at her.
"What do you mean?" I asked, biting my lip.
"I mean, I can't help it if you leave since I'm gone a lot, so I'm going to have your uncle train you." Mom said, making me and Adam look at each other confused.
"We have an uncle?" We asked at the same time.
She nodded, leading us inside the house. "Mom, if Tim's going to be trained, I'm doing it with him." Adam said, making me snap my head towards him in shock.
Like I've mentioned before, Adam was the total opposite of me. He was popular in school, no one beat him up or teased him, he was in almost every sport possible, and girls chased him all the time during recess. Point being, Adam was normal.
I, however, am not. I'm awkward, people tease me and push me around if they see me at all, and I take pictures of Batman. We were complete opposites who almost never did anything in public together, heck, we weren't even in any of the same classes at school. So why would Adam want to do this, something completely and totally not normal with me?
"I wouldn't expect any different. I'll call him tomorrow, and you can meet him." Mom said, sounding proud of Adam's choice while closing the front door behind us.
Mom sent us to bed right after, a frown pulling on my lips the entire way. "Why are you doing it, Adam?" I asked while I got changed into my night cloths.
"Doing what?" Adam asked, as if he didn't know.
"Agreeing to train. I mean, we never do anything together outside of our house." I said, tugging my shirt over my head.
"True, but I don't know uncle. He may be our crazy uncle we never knew we had and try to hurt you. Besides, I already train." Adam said as if it was obvious.
My frowned deepened, and I turned around to face Adam. "Your my twin, not my protector. I'll be fine by myself." I said, only getting an eye roll in response.
"I'm still going with you." Adam said, laying down on his bed with his back turned to me.
I glared at his back, but stopped to go to my own bed. Besides, it wasn't the worst thing that's happened to me before. Just a close second.
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