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Chapter One
Tim panted slightly, more with anger than exhaustion. Though that was also a factor. He knew he'd just dug his own grave.
"Red Robin, you need to focus on keeping yourself ready for incoming attacks! Your attempts at planning fifthteen steps ahead in the type of battles we are practicing IS! NOT! PRACTICAL!"
Spoiler winced. Batwoman had been on edge the past few training sessions, but today she seemed particularly harsh on her "boot camp" trainees. Spoiler wasn't stupid, she knew Batman and their instructor must think some threat was encroaching on Gotham.
Orphan had taken her critiques then been dismissed and Batwoman had simply shaken her head at Clayface. Spoiler had been told her form was a bit off during close combat, but in the end she was dismissed as well without much verbal venom being thrown her way. The reason she lingered in the Belfry was because of Red Robin
"Until you have perfected your own technique, you can't afford to allow your focus to solely be on those-"
"SHUT UP!" Batwoman was cut off by Red Robin who had been fuming and mumbling through the entire beratement. Spoiler gasped but Batwoman was in too much shock and Red Robin was to focused on making sure his pointed gaze fell upon their instructor to notice her declaration of surprise.
"I've lead by OWN team and worked solo just fine! The amount of time this training is taking makes no sense! WHERE'S BATMAN ANYWAY!? Shouldn't someone we TRUST be here?" Red Robin screamed out, the acoustics in the Belfry making the statement sound even more enraged.
Before Batwoman begin to articulate a reponse, Red Robin turned and ran for a part of the Belfry Spoiler had never been to. Both women stood in shock. Batman was going to upset, to put it mildly.
Tim sat in a corner of the Belfry, a part which he had purposely neglected to tell anybody on the team about. Except for Bruce. He felt guilty about yelling at Batwoman, but he just hated how much time was being eaten up by just training.
He wanted to be out in the city helping people or spending time with Stephanie. Part of Tim also wished he would be able to spend time with Bruce. Even if it was just training with him or helping him with a case. Tim missed his adopted father. As he sat in a corner of the Belfry with only a few monitors giving him light, Tim began to think about he was going to explain his behavior.
Bruce leaned back in his chair. Not even Alfred's best tea could help with the headache his cousin had just inflicted on him. Apparently Tim had lashed out at Kate the night before and Stephanie could corroborate this. Stephanie had also said Tim had never answered any of her messages and she was worried. Even Kate herself seemed to feel bad about accidentally working the boy up like that. Bruce couldn't blame her however, considering the eminent threat they had to deal with, she had the right to be on edge a bit. Tim may have suspicions, but still had no right to lash out that way.
Bruce had assumed Tim would be able to understand his intentions, but evidently his adopted son was not thinking rationally and was disobeying him through Kate. Harding his demeanor, Bruce dialed Tim's number.
When Tim arrived at the manor he did his best to look at ease. He knew Bruce was likely going to talk to him about his lashing out at Batwoman, but maybe if he mentioned his Ivy University opportunity Bruce would understand the stress he was under and maybe even be a bit proud.
Walking to the front door he halted. He hadn't been to home in so long. He'd been living in his own apartment or staying with Stephanie. Opening the door Tim looked around. He knew Damian was currently traveling so he wasn't going to have to add arguing with his brother to his offensives. Alfred hadn't been there to greet him which made Tim sigh a bit. Alfred was like a part of the manor. Without seeing him Tim could feel his facade of calmness begin to fall.
Rubbing his hands together he began to walk upstairs. Bruce had mentioned he was in his study when they had talked briefly on the phone. The call was rather quick. Bruce had said he needed to talk with Tim at the manor and while Tim at first felt a mixture of joy at the prospect of seeing Bruce out of the cowl and apprehension at the scolding he was going to get he agreed to come with no argument.
Now however he felt almost overcome with emotion. Sure he'd seen Bruce out of uniform plenty over the past few months, but never just to talk about him. Tim just wished he was going to be chewed out.
Tim's eyes fell on the door of Bruce's study and without thinking he knocked.
"Come in Timothy," Bruce said from the other side of the door, his voice lacking in distinctive emotion.
Walking into Bruce's study Tim noticed the arrangement had changed slightly since his last visit. The largest trait of note (literally) was the seating arrangements. While originally the chairs in his study at been medium sized, now they seemed much larger and seemed suited someone solely of Bruce's height. There were four on each side of a small table.
Tim saw his father and sucked in a breath louder than he meant to. Bruce was in his typical business attire san suit jacket. He was reading something on his phone when Tim had first walked in but a few inches into the room he turned and Tim was met with the same calm stoicism Bruce regarded his family with often. It was often comfortably familiar yet Tim knew that he was likely disappointed, angry, or both with Tim at the moment.
"Take a seat Tim," Bruce stated.
While Tim's eye glanced to the seat a table length from Bruce, Tim couldn't help but take the opportunity to get closer to his father. Walking around Tim took the seat to Bruce's left, he was in arm's length of Bruce now. Sitting in the huge chair and under Bruce's gaze Tim could feel himself huffing a bit.
"Calm down, Tim," Bruce said.
Bruce looked at his son and took note of how nervous the young man seemed. While he may want to reach out and offer comfort now, he knew he had to end Tim's little rebellion regarding his and Kate's training now or it would weaken them as a group.
"Tim how you spoke to Batwoman the other night was out of line. I understand you have some grievances about this training we are giving you and the others, but lashing out at your instructor was vastly inappropriate." Bruce told Tim, giving his son a firm look.
Tim's nervousness stopped. At that moment he felt his feelings shifting. This was the first time in months his father had been so interested in him and he was scolding him?
"Tim I understand you have complaints and we can talk to Batw-" Bruce was caught off by Tim standing up. Bruce's eyes followed him and from Tim's stance he seemed to be trying to make himself seem larger. This was of course futile.
"You have NO right to lecture me like this Bruce! I'm more capable than anyone on that team! You have us training with Clayface as if he's our equal !" Tim shouted taking a step forward and putting himself in Bruce's proximity.
Bruce looked in shock, Tim tone and words were so overwrought and lacking in the precision Tim tried to conduct himself with that it through Bruce off-kilter for moment. He looked Tim up and down. The boy's knees had subtle shake as he stood in the same place and he seemed to shifting from to foot. Tim features looked to be mixture of feigning rage and an upset anxiety.
"Timothy Drake Wayne, not only are you out of line in speaking about one of your team members in such a way, who is offering to help you I might add, you are also wrong on another count, " Bruce stood and despite Tim growing much since Bruce has taken him in he still outmatched boy in size. "I have EVERY right to scold you when you act like such a foolish little child! Not only am your mentor, but I'm your FATHER!" Bruce bore down on Tim who averted his gaze and taken a step back, but a only moment later pushed himself up on the heel of his foot.
"BULLSHIT!" Tim's face was red and his breathing shallow. That was the last straw for Bruce.
Tim was likely forming another thought when Bruce reached to Tim's side and gripped his wrist with such force Tim yelped. Outside of sparring and instances where Bruce offered his affection there was only one reason for such out of nowhere physical contact and Tim could feel his rationality return with a vengeance when he realized what was coming.
Bruce allowed himself to fall back gracelessly into the large armchair pulling Tim's wrist with him. This through Tim completely off balance. In a typical fighting situation this would have done nothing to Tim, but the fact it was being done by his stronger and more controlled father shook Tim's response system out of whack. He was brought to Bruce's eye level, steadying his free hand on Bruce's knee after being pulled to the floor.
Bruce looked down at his son and took the boy's other wrist into his grip, the material of Tim's sweater wrinkling. Tim's look of unsteady anger was replaced with one of fear. His eyes were looking up at Bruce begging for this not to happen. Bruce had thought Tim would maybe just need a light punishment, but it hurt Bruce to know that he was going to have be more stern leave an impression on his son.
"Timothy Drake Wayne," Bruce loosened his grip on Tim's wrists a bit, he didn't want to come off as aggressive. He needed to remain composed. "Not only have you acted inappropriately in your position as Robin, but you have shown me blatant disrespect! I was only going to have you sit out the next few patrols, but I'm afraid you've earned yourself a proper spanking young man," Bruce said with a monotonous conviction.
Tim heard the word go off in his mind like an alarm. Before Tim could even and pull in Bruce's grasp, Bruce had let his wrist go but place his hands under Tim's armpits. He brought Tim to his chest before moving to toss Tim's legs over arm the chair he wasn't facing. Tim was in shock until removed Tim's face from his chest and placed his upper chest over the other chair's arm. Leaving Tim from his stomach to his legs draped over Bruce's lap. Bruce placed an arm on Tim's lower back and pressed down firmly.
"Tim," Bruce said his tone giving off an air disappointment. "I don't want you going on a single patrol unless I state otherwise and you will apologize to Batwoman and follow her orders in regard to training. Do you understand me son ?"
Tim was shaking a bit and simply laid over Bruce's lap, his eye wide. He was already on the brink of tears. Bruce could tell his son was already feeling remorseful, but he couldn't let that stand in the way of the boy's much need discipline. Bruce lifted his palm up into the air and brought it down twice on the seat of Tim's jeans.
"AAH," Tim screamed out. Tears began forming in his eyes. Pressing his face into the arm of the chair.
"Tim, I'm content with sitting here all night until you respond to me," Bruce said.
"I understand Dadd-SIR," Tim said, voice shaky and muffled.
Bruce caught Tim's near slip. While Tim had often called Bruce "Daddy" before, it was often we he was curled up with him or seeking comfort. When Tim's punishment was over Bruce was going to talk to him about that. However, at the moment he had to make sure Tim's little outburst didn't become a pattern.
Slipping his palm into the back of Tim jeans, Bruce pulled them down leaving Tim in his black boxer briefs. The motion caused Tim to kick his legs a bit, inadvertently making his jeans fall off. Then Bruce began the spanking.
Lifting his arm up, Bruce smacked Tim's left cheek. Tim jerked upward and squealed. Bruce slapped his right cheek and then repeated the process again. Tim began to shift a bit before Bruce pressed his hand down bit harder on his back. Tim was letting out a small whimpers and was pushing his head into the arm of the chair as hard as he could. Smacking each of Tim's cheeks again, Bruce decided that the real punishment should begin.
Pulling down Tim's briefs to the boy's knees, Bruce looked down at his son's body. Compared to Dick or Jason, Tim was much lankier and lacking in muscle. The boy was only a bit taller than Damian and still fit over Bruce's knee. Tim's small bottom already has a bit of pink, the boy was so pale. Alfred would have a field day at pointing out Tim's health failings.
Tim kicked his legs slightly and Bruce took that as the opportunity to resume. Spanking the center of Tim's bottom on the bare made Tim speak for the first since they started
"N-N-No," Tim reached back to try and cover his bottom, his voice sounding small and hoarse. Bruce sighed and grabbed the thin wrist and he onto Tim back. He hated having to resistant any of his sons during a spanking. It reminded him too much of having to the same to criminals.
Bruce began the spanking again, harder this time. Tim's small bottom was already becoming red and was bright against his pale skin. Tim let out his first sob and Bruce lifted his knee and smacked his Tim's sit spots a few times under each cheek.
This action caused Tim to let loose. He began to tug at his arm and kicked his legs a bit. Tim was bawling now. Bruce, however simply returned to smacking the boy's cheeks individually. Tim's breathing was pained and he was gasping now. Not out of shock but rather out of working himself up.
"Timmy, I hate doing this, but I can't let you talk to others that way," Bruce stopped for a moment before giving the hardest smack yet to Tim's up thighs.
"OWWWW," Tim screamed and slammed his head down on the couch, screaming into it. His bottom hurt so and now his thighs were also burning. Tim couldn't help but struggle, despite the fact he was pinned tight under Bruce's hand.
The spanking continued and Tim thought he might pass out from the pain. Why was Bruce being so harsh? Before Tim could even begin to process that, Bruce began slapping the lower part of Tim's bottom. The new pain caused Tim's mind to flood with only one desire. He wanted it to END.
Looking at Tim's bottom Bruce decided his little bird had had enough. Tim's upper thighs were light pink and whole of Tim's bottom was bright red. Bruce released Tim's arm, but pushed it away before Tim could start rubbing. Reaching for Tim's underwear, Bruce pulled them back up. There was yelp in Tim's continued crying.
Bruce stood himself and Tim up for a moment, so Tim wouldn't feel confined. Tim however was clinging to him tightly now, sobbing his heart out. Bruce put hand on the back of his head began to stroke the boy's back. There were little coughs every now and again, and when Bruce noticed he began to worried.
"Shhh Tim calm down," Bruce said, doing his best to comfort his son.
Tim legs were still shaking and his crying continued as well, Bruce was beginning to think his son was having a panic attack, but the moment he tried to push him off of his chest Tim wailed loudly and let his knees buckle.
Bruce thought about how lucky he was Wayne Manor was so from removed from other resistances because power of Tim's cry had been the second time his son had shocked him today. Tim was still holding onto Bruce shirt selves and bawling. Bruce looked and saw Tim's face was red and wet. It was almost hard to see when tears we coming out. Bruce bent down lifted Tim up by the small of his back, catching the boy's legs as well. Bruce took his place back in the armchair and held Tim in arms.
"Timmy you need to talk to me. Are you getting sick?" Bruce trying to find some way to help the boy. Tim let out a hard cough before replying.
"I-I'm s-s-sorry Daddy," Tim said between little hiccups. "I-I," Part of Tim was trying to tell his Daddy why'd being acting so bad, but every time he tried to get out the words he just kept crying.
Part of Bruce was happy to at least hear his son using words again. Tim was sitting on his lap still and had both hands wadded into Bruce's shirt. He stroked Tim's back and kissed the top of the boy's head. Whatever was causing Tim this much grief, Bruce was going to stop it.
"Shhh Tim, you're fine. Tell me what's wrong the best you can," Bruce left one arm wrapped around Tim and put the on the chair's rest.
Tim was trying hard to gather himself. He butted his head against Bruce's chest lightly and laid there for moment, his breathing heavy.
"I- I yelled at Batwoman because I wanted you there," Tim looked and scooted himself in closer to his father, not caring that his bottom's pain was still as strong as ever. "I wanted you to train us Bruce. I got mad earlier because I wanted you to know without telling you. I knew it made no sense, but I c-couldn't help it, I'm s-sorry," Tim ended his confession with a sniffle and nuzzled into Bruce's neck.
Bruce looked down at his son and sighed. Tim face was still red and his hair was fussed up because of when he'd be rubbing his head on the arm rest. With his other arm around Tim side, Bruce also moved to stroke Tim's knee. Tim let out a sigh and Bruce knew he need to finish talking this out so he could get his son to bed.
"Tim, I accept your apology. I need you to know I haven't been avoiding you to be hurtful," Bruce wanted to tell the truth about the cameras that had been following him and the other members of the team, but he didn't want to cause Tim anymore stress.
Tim pressed his face into Bruce shirt again and whimpered again. He looked up to Bruce, his eyes red and still ready to shed more tears. Seeing this Bruce shifted Tim to where he was cradling him and could face him.
"Tim, I'm not upset with you anymore. If you want you can stay here tonight. Would that make you feel a little better?" Bruce smoothed Tim's hair down while the boy looked up at him.
"P-Please, could I? I really miss it here, Daddy," Tim paused and looked Bruce in the eyes before giving him a small smile, "and you," Tim said.
Tim let Bruce's shirt go, wrinkles were left from how tight he'd been holding on, and brought his arms to his chest. He was trying to compose himself a bit, breathing in and out. Bruce couldn't help but smile. The sight of Tim breathing deeply while nestled into his chest with eyes closed made it look like he was trying and failing to look asleep.
Tim smiled and a moment later and reached to wrap his arms around Bruce's neck. He leaned forward and put his head on his father's shoulder, sighing and making it clear he didn't want to get up.
Bruce sighed and wrapped his arms around Tim. He felt a bit guilty that he'd caused his son to get worked up and scared. He leaned back into the chair a bit and rubbed Tim's back. He'd have to call Stephanie and Kate tell them Tim was safe with him.
Knowing that if he let Tim lay on him like this much longer the boy would pass out, Bruce placed a under Tim's legs and stood up. Tim brought his face out of Bruce's shoulder and was able to meet his father's gaze since he was being held at eye level.
"Dad," Tim finally said smiling at Bruce. "I love you," Tim told him before kissing Bruce on the cheek.
Bruce pulled his son closer and squishes him into his chest. Despite being years older than Damian, Tim managed to still be so light and lanky. Bruce carried him out of the study and towards the boy's room.
Tim smiled to himself as Bruce held him. He had missed his father so much and he still felt bad about causing everyone trouble, Tim couldn't help but take comfort in the fact this was all he wanted at the moment. To be held close and be protected. To have the Dark Knight of Gotham be his Daddy and watch over him.
Bruce walked into Tim's room and gazed at the drawn windows, while it was only just now late afternoon he knew Tim need to get some rest. Bruce sat on the bed and rubbed Tim's back slightly.
"Tim, let me tuck you in. I'll tell Alfred you're staying tonight and have him make something special," Bruce said bringing Tim to meet his eyes.
The boy disheveled to say the least. His hair tousled and his face still red from all the crying moments ago. Tim's sweater must have been tucked into his jeans, which had been left in the study, as it now hung to his upper thighs. Bruce could see the boy's thighs and bottom were still red and pink in his black briefs and made note to lay him on his stomach.
Bruce smoothed his hand over Tim's cheek and returned the kiss from earlier to Tim's other cheek.
"I love you son," Bruce said lightly hugging the boy one last time before laying the boy down and tossing the cover over him. Tim's eyes drooped the moment his head hit the pillow. Bruce was about to get up when Tim reached for his hand and clutched it in his own. Bruce rubbed his fingers over the Tim's. He waited for him to fall asleep.
Sorry if it was too short! I kinda have a second chapter planned, but it might be a hot minute
Also yes I wrote Tim with longer hair than he has in the current Detective Comics.
Comments and Critiques are appreciated.
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