So, this is inspired from the idea of Tim Todd on Batman: the Animated Series. And seriously, why hasn't anyone else thought of this?
Ages:
Jason: 12
Tim: 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman
Jason POV
"Jay, where are you going?" Tim asked as I lifted the window.
I paused, then looked back at him with a sigh. He was wearing one of my shirts as pajamas, the bottom of my shirt reaching all the way down to his knees. A sleeve was hanging over his shoulder, and dirt was all over the shirt from when we had both gotten rid of cops by crawling on the ground where they couldn't see us. I was trying to avoid this, but I knew it wasn't possible. "Timmy, I have to go." I said, shifting the backpack strap on my shoulder.
"But- but why?" He asked, tears slipping into his eyes.
"Because, it's not good here. We both deserve better. That's what I'm going to do, I'm going to get us something better." I said, looking away from his tear filled eyes. I couldn't stand to watch him cry because of me.
"Take me with you!" He said, running forward to latch onto my leg.
"I can't, Timbo. This place maybe a horrible, but it has food, water, and there's a roof of your head. Where I'm going, there won't be any of that." I said, pulling Tim off my leg.
"But, where are you going?" Tim asked, gripping onto my jacket now.
"I'm not sure, but I will get us more money. I'll send it to the address here, and you just have to make sure to actually look at mailbox without Dad finding out so he won't use it for his beers, okay? You can do that, can't you Tim?" I asked, looking at him with a gentle smile I only showed him.
"I- yeah, I can do that. But Jay, I don't want you to leave. I don't want you to leave me with Daddy alone." Tim said, tears slipping down his face quickly.
"Tim, I have to do this. If I don't you will never get out of here, and neither will I. Don't you see it? It doesn't matter if your smart out here, because nobody will hire a street rat like you or me for any decent job. The only job, the only life we can ever have is working for some villain because people are too stuck to believe that we don't fit into their stupid stereotypes of a street rat. But I'm going to make sure we get out of here. At least, I'm going to make sure you get out of here." I said, wrapping an arm around him.
Tim pressed his face into my chest, crying quietly into my shirt. "But I don't want you to leave." Tim sobbed.
"I have to, kid." I said, pulling him into my lap.
"Listen, I promise, we will see each other again. I'm going to come back when I turn 18, and I'm getting you the hell out of here. Until then, I need you to stay strong." I said, kissing his forehead after swiping away his dirty black hair.
He nodded, sniffing while hugging me tightly. "Just don't die, Jay." He said, his voice muffled by my shirt.
"I won't try to get killed, I promise you that." I said, giving him one last hug before pushing him back into our room, now his room, and slipping out of the window without looking back.
(2 years later)
(14 years old) Jason POV
I sat on the cold concrete ground, the pain from the crowbar the only thing I could feel. As the bomb ticked for the last few seconds to go by, two thoughts appeared in my head.
1) Bruce wasn't here. He wasn't going to save me. 2) I let Timmy down. I was going to die here, and Tim was going be stuck in Crime Alley. And it would be all my fault. The ticking stopped, and I felt a searing pain burn through me as the bomb went off. Tears fell from my eyes, and my final thought, I'm sorry Tim, ran through my head before I stopped breathing.
(8 years old) Tim POV
I shuddered, shivering even though it was summer in Gotham and boiling hot. A strange feeling ran through me, like something was wrong. Like, there was a disturbance in the force. Only except, I didn't have a clue what it was. What could be wrong? Well, besides my dad being drunk right now and the sun slowly killing me even though the small fan we had was on full force and I was wearing nothing but my boxers, well Jason's boxers.
Wait, maybe that what's wrong, Jason. But what happened? Did he die? Did he get thrown in jail? I didn't know, and I probably didn't want to know. But all I did know, I wouldn't see Jason again, even if he said we would see each other.
(1 year later)
(9 years old) Tim POV
"What are you doing here, Drake? Don't you live on the other side of town with the other street urchins?" Jimmy asked, sneering at my face.
I had been the first person willing to go into the new program for Crime Alley kids to go to decent schools, and so far, it was horrible. The kids that went here that lived in the nice houses with things that weren't broken or dirty didn't know what it was like there, how hard it was just to get by, so they didn't know when to shut their stupid mouths either.
"Yeah, I thought the trash was in Crime Alley, where it belonged." James taunted.
"Well, since people like you go here, I guess trash does go to this school." I said with a shrug.
Tommy scowled at me, then threw a punch at my face, one that I blocked. Really, did he think he could beat a Crime Alley kid at fighting? "Thomas, leave Tim alone. You don't know where he's been, you could catch a disease from him." Mrs. Ander said, making everyone laugh and point at me.
Anger bubbled up inside me, but I kept my fists tightly clenched at my side. The lady who brought me here made it very clear that if I tried anything, even if it wasn't me who started it, I would be sent back to Crime Alley. She said she couldn't help it, because she promised the principles that the kid's in the program wouldn't be a problem. And Jay wanted me to get out of Crime Alley, so I had to do this for Jason.
"At least I'm not spoiled brats like you guys." I muttered, walking over to a tree and sitting next it with my back turned to everyone.
"At least these kids aren't prostitutes." Mrs. Ander said before walking away. I flinched, hot tears pricking the corners of my eyes. I was told that what I ever I had done in Crime Alley to stay alive would be kept secret from the other kids, but I should have expected the lie. After all, everyone lied when it came down to Crime Alley kids.
Really, there hadn't been a choice. Ever since the small amount of money that Jay sent to me for food that I managed to use to stay alive stopped coming in, I had to do something to stay alive. It's not like Dad helped, after all, all he did was use any money we had for smokes and drinks with his friends, or he lost it in a poker game.
Some of the kids looked confused, but the older kids who knew what the word prostitute meant laughed even harder while spreading rumors to the other kids. "Assholes. Don't listen to them Timbo, they don't know anything. Hell, they would probably die the first hour in Crime Alley." I heard someone say next to me. Someone who sounded way too familiar.
My head snapped to the side, and I caught a quick glance at Jason's face smiling sadly at me- pale white, slightly older and bigger from when I remembered him last- before he disappeared like a ghost. He was a ghost.
"Guess Jason really is dead." I muttered to myself, holding back my tears till I was alone and no one could hear me sob over the wails and screams of the people in Crime Alley.
1 more year later
Bruce POV
"Barbara, come here." I said, gesturing for her to walk over to the computer.
"What is it? Did you find out where Two-Face is hiding?" She asked peering over my shoulder.
"No, but I searched Tim Drake's parents. His mother is Janet Drake, she died in a murder, leaving Tim's father with two sons to raise in Crime Alley." I said, scrolling through his file.
"Who's his dad, and what happened to the other kid? Tim said he lived alone, and I saw the place he lived at, there was only cloths for him." Barbara asked confused.
I scrolled down to a picture of his father, and said, "He took his mother's last name, so you wouldn't recognize who is father is, but his file says his dad is Willis Todd. "
"You mean, Jason's dad?" Barbara asked, shocked.
"Yes. It shows on the file that he's also related to Jason, but that wasn't added till three years after Jason's death when Tim joined a program to go to a school out of Crime Alley." I said, staring at the old picture of Jason.
"So, where's his dad now?" Barbara asked after the news that Jason had a sibling sunk in.
"A hospital found a John Doe with prints that match his father's." I said, leaning my chin on my hand.
"That means my old man's dead, doesn't it?" Tim asked behind us.
"Well, we aren't exactly sure if-"
"Yes." I said, interrupting Batgirl. I read the file. The John Doe was reported deceased, no need to sugar coat it.
"It doesn't matter. He wouldn't have come back. He was too scared of Two-Face to do actually think about me." Tim said, one single tear falling down his face before he wiped it off to show he was lying.
"What did Two-face want? What was your father so afraid of?" I asked, kneeling down to him.
"I don't know. I'd tell ya if I did." Tim said with a shrug.
"Master Bruce, I believe there is something on the television that you might want to watch." Alfred said, walking down stairs.
Batgirl turned on the TV on the batcomputer, showing Two-Face threatening to gas Gotham. "We need to find him, quickly." I said, walking towards the Batmobile.
"I might know where he is. I followed my old man down to the old Jenis movie theater when he was working for puke face. He might be down there." Tim said, looking up at me.
"Alright, stay put." I said before walking to the Batmobile with Batgirl.
He ran up to the Batmobile just as I started the engine, and said, "I want to go."
"No." I snapped.
"But I have a stick in this." He said with a glare.
"No." I said before pressing my foot against the gas pedal and driving away.
"He reminds me so much of Jason." Batgirl said softly, and I had to agree. He had the same look that Jason had whenever he didn't get to do something he thought he needed to do, only except it was on a much younger face. I couldn't let the kid go, he was too much like Jason.
Tim POV
"He's not one for debate. Used to make Master Dick furious." Alfred said before leaving. Then I got an idea.
I put on the Robin suit, happy to find that it was just my size. Perfect.
I grabbed a grappling gun, then made my way out of the batcave. This would teach Batman not to leave me out on things I was involved in.
I used the grappling hook to swing my way to Jenis movie theater, walking into the middle of a fight.
Batman and Batgirl were hiding behind a crate so they wouldn't get shot at, and I managed to kick on of the guy's gun away before kicking the same guy in the face. "oops, excuse me." I said with a sarcastic grin.
I looked at Batman and Batgirl, frowning slightly at their shocked face. Batman's was really weird though, like he was seeing a ghost. "Oh no." He said.
Two-Face took off his gas mask just in time for me to throw an old movie reel at him, then another. "It's your kind of movie, puke face. A double feature." I said with a grin.
A shadow fell over me, and not Batman's shadow. I turned around and was met with a crowbar to my face that hit me so hard, it landed me right at Two-Face's feet. Not good. Not good at all.
He picked me up, wrapping an arm around my neck in a choke hold. "It's been a long time, Bird Boy." Two-Face said before turning towards Batman with his gun.
"Let the kid go, Two-Face." Batman said, his voice hard and cold.
"Make one move and I'll wring his feathered little neck. Not that it will matter in one minute." He said, his gravely voice right next to my ear.
"Plenty of time." I said, taking out a bat-a-rang and throwing it at ropes that held up an a metal beam to the ceiling.
Two-Face let go of me, and I scrambled out of the way before I could get hit. Sadly, Puke-Face didn't get hit, but one of his minions did, so it was a small win.
What I saw next was the coolest thing I've ever seen. Batman was beating Two-Face up, punching him hard into a wall so he passed out while Batgirl ripped out cables so that the bomb would turn off.
"We did it! We got them! I set them up, you take them out. 1, 2, right Batman!" I said with a grin as I jumped off a crate next to him.
I stopped smiling though when I saw the glare he was giving me. It was scary as shit, and it almost made me wish I stayed in the cave. Almost.
I grunted as Bruce hit me with a pole thingy. I forgot what they were called, put it was a long stick with two padded styrofoam ends on each side that made it look like a giant cue tip. "If you're going to work with me Tim, your going to have to follow the rules. Rule number 1, you give me everything you have." He said, blocking one of my hits.
"Rule number two, then you give me more." He said, attacking me once, making me block.
"And rule number three," He said before tripping me.
I hit the ground, and I slammed my fist on the ground in frustration. I have got to do better than this if he's going to let me patrol as Robin. "I make the rules." Bruce finished while helping me stand back up.
"Watch out for the last one kid, it's a killer." An voice said that I've never heard before.
I looked over and saw the others eyes widen. Who was this guy? "Dick." Bruce whispered quietly to where I almost didn't hear him.
Wait, this guy was the first Robin? I felt a grin grow on my face, and Dick smiled kind of sadly back. Maybe, just maybe, this could all work.
Jason POV
I stared at the streets of Gotham while inhaling smoke from my cigarette. Gotham hadn't changed much since I died, but I hadn't really expected it to. "Well, I'm home." I whispered to no one, walking back to Crime Alley.
My first plan was to make sure Bruce paid for not killing Joker, and I was going to make him pay. But first, I was going to make sure Tim was okay. My plan could wait, Tim came first. After all, I haven't seen my little brother in 4 years. I was overdue for a visit.
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