Tim doesn't seem to have much as far as fanfictions, and even less with his civilian life. I decided to write a fanfic with him and his dad. I hope you like it!
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Tim looked up from his homework and at his clock. 8:30, he'd better get going or he'd be late for patrol with Nightwing.
"Bye, Dad I'm gonna go study with some friends!" Tim yelled as he ran out of the door.
Unfortunately he was in such a hurry, he didn't notice his father follow him. Despite what most people thought, he knew his son was hiding something. He knew whatever it was, was dangerous. He wanted to know what his son was in. What he didn't expect was to see his son stop by an alley and say "I know I'm late, just hand over the uniform."
He certainly wasn't expecting Nightwing to step out of the shadows and hand his son a bag.
He especially didn't expect for Robin to walk out of the alley his son had walked into about a minute ago.
He was surprised to hear himself say "Tim?"
Tim spun in surprise. "What are you talking about?"
"Tim, I followed you. Oh God, my son is Robin." Jack Drake said, sinking to the ground.
"Dad I-"
"No, just give me time to get used to this." Jack Drake stood up and put his hands on his son's shoulders and said "Be safe. We will be talking about this tonight when you get home."
"Yes sir" Tim said looking anxious.
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The bonding started that night when Tim came home with an open gash on his arm, saying he'd treat it later.
"Oh no you don't." Jack Drake steered Tim into the kitchen and took out the first aid kit. He dabbed at the gash with hydrogen peroxide. "This looks like it needs stitches."
"It does. I can grab my first aid kit in my bathroom and-"
"No you don't. I'll get it." He returned a few minutes later. Tim reached out and took a needle and some thread out of the kit. He prepared the needle and began stitching his arm. He could feel his Dad's eyes on him, watching his every movement.
Once he was finished he said "Dad, I know you don't want me doing this, but I'm not Tim anymore. I've never been and never will be the Tim you want me to be. I'm sorry I can't be perfect, but this is who I am, Dad. Please don't make me give this up."
"Tim, you could've died tonight!"
"But I didn't! I've been trained not to die. I've trained for months before even being allowed to patrol. Batman and Nightwing have protected me!" the unlike you was left unsaid.
Jack Drake let loose a deep breath and said "Fine. But, no unnecessary danger. If you don't feel well or are injured, I want to know and you won't go out that night. Am I clear?"
Tim grinned, the most emotion Jack Drake had ever seen him show, and hugged him. "Okay, Dad. Thanks. I think I'm gonna go to bed, now if you don't mind." He said, hopping off the kitchen table.
"Goodnight, Tim"
"Goodnight, Dad"
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