I don't own Young Justice


"Say, cheese,"

"What?"

A flash and a click camera was heard as Tim Wayne took a snap shot of his older brother Jason who scowled at him before throwing a pillow at him yelling to get out of his room. Laughing Tim ducked running down the hall before taking another snap shot of Dick who had just come out of the bathroom still looking like he was half asleep.

"Mornin'…" Dick yawned. "...Timmy…"

"Morning to you too," Tim laughed. "Long night of studying?"

"You know, Bruce. No good grades, no allowance and extra chores. Way too many chores."

Smiling Tim walked passed him. "You should get done earlier like me."

"Says the genius." Dick smiled and waved him off. "See you downstairs."

"Alright."

Running down the stairs Tim make a quick leap over the last five landing perfectly before rushing to the kitchen and quickly snapping the camera at Damian who was in the middle of drinking orange juice at the time.

"Are you going to continue to take pictures every morning or do you have no other meaning of life?"

Ignoring the comment Tim took out the memory card and inserting a new one before putting the old one in the small pouch that he carried all the time on around his neck. Going over to the table he took more snapping pictures of the kitchen table.

When someone appeared in the door Tim quickly turning it to burst snap that took six pictures at a time and rushing up to Bruce his adoptive father, each frame of the picture going form Bruce tying his tie on to the slightly surprise face before Tim hugged him.

"Good morning, Tim."

"Good morning." Tim smiled. "There's a young photography contest that's going on downtown today and I was wondering if I could go?"

"Sure, I'll have one of your brothers take you."

Frowning a little and messing with the camera a little Tim looked up. "You can't take me?"

"No." Bruce said as he fixed his watch. "I have a date after work."

"Oooo," Tim teased taking picture of himself smiling. "Lucky,"

"Since you are unable to find anyone who would except you as a person." Damian said smirking.

"Oh, shut up!" Tim said. "I'll have you know lots of people asked me out, I just refused to go."

"Sure, and pigs flying with tutus." Jason walked in. "Face it no one wants to date a nerd like you- Stop taking my picture!"

"Alright enough," Bruce said. "Let's eat so we can get our day started. Dick! Come down stairs or you won't have time to eat!"

"I'll be few minutes!" Dick called down.

As they ate their food, with more or less fighting than normal and the constant flash and click of Tim's camera the family managed to get a decent enough breakfast down before all of them left to garage where Dick and Jason took their motorbikes to school after waving them off, well Jason did but Dick had to get a hug from everyone and a kiss on the head from Bruce.

"Geez, Dick what are you five?" Jason asked as the other climbed onto his blue bike. "How long are you going to keep doing that?"

"Hey, a guy can get a kiss form his Daddy if he wants."

"For the love of God, your eighteen, stop calling him Daddy, just call him Bruce or Dad!"

Making a pouting face, Jason trying to look at it, Dick made a fake crying noise.

"Oh shut the hell up and let's go!" Jason yelled taking off on his red bike.

Laughing Dick followed.

Bruce drove the opposite way to drop Tim at Damian at his school before taking Tim to high school. After saying goodbye Tim ran off into the school meeting up with his friends Kon and Bart. They took a few goofy pictures together before taking a couple of good ones.

The trio went off to their classes before lunch came around. By that time Tim had used another memory card. Taking out another new one he clicked it in before taking pictures of the halls, still classrooms, trees, art projects, trophies, other students, the principal, among other things. When school was over Tim went to the car sliding into the front as he clicked in another new memory card.

"How was school?" Bruce asked.

"Great! Hey, I need to buy some more memory cards tomorrow?"

"Already? I just bought you some."

"I know, and their only 4GBs, Please, Dad?" Tim whined.

"You use those things up so fast."

"I know, but I want to keep them all in case my laptop dies or something. That way I'll never lose any of the pictures."

Smiling Bruce nodded as he drove to his youngest son's school. "Alright. We'll get you some more."

"Yes!" Tim laughed and leaned back into his seat and smiled up to his camera taking a picture of himself one again. "Oh, so are you still going on a date or can you take me?"

"I still have a date." Bruce pulled up to the school.

Damina jumped into the back of the car. "Hello Father."

"Hello, Son." Bruce smiled. "How was your day?"

"Same."

Tim turned around taking a couple of pictures of Damian bucking his seat belt before turning back. "I wish you could take me. It would be fun."

"There will be plenty of other contests for you to enter. Speaking of which do you even have a picture you want to enter?"

"Yes, I do." The clicking of a camera went off as they passed some rose bushes. "I'll show you guys later tonight after you get home. Are you going to be home for dinner or are you going to eat with your date?"

"I'll be home right after dinner."

"Alright. I bet I'm going to win."

"I bet you lose." Damian said as he flipped glared at him. "All you do is take senseless pictures."

"I do not!"

"You do too!"

"Hey!" Bruce yelled. "No fighting in the car! Do you understand?"

"Yes, air." They said.

The car drove into the driveway, two bikes already parked inside showing that both Dick and Jason had gotten home right on time like normal. Tim got out with his camera sneaking inside, down the short hall spotting Jason eating some chips as he was completely ignoring his homework and playing his video game.

Click click click.

"Really, Tim?!" Jason yelled. "Can't you part form that camera for one second?! God, you think it was attached to your bones!"

"Aw, but you guys are my favorite things to take pictures of!" Tim looked around. "Where's Dick?"

"Probably in the kitchen cooking dinner or something." Jason turned back to his game.

Running to the kitchen Tim started to take picture, laughing when Dick posed for him acting like a professional chief and a few of them just acting like a goof, however it stopped when Dick laid himself across the table right when Bruce walked in giving him a look and Dick fell off not expecting for their dad to walk in right at the moment.

After that Tim helped Dick cook and Damian set the table, Jason got his game taken away until he took out the trash and helped out with dinner. Bruce got ready for his date before leaving telling one of the older boys to give Tim a ride and to pick him up after the contest before he left.

At four everything was ready and set. The dinner would slow cook until six when they normally ate dinner. Smiling Tim went up to get ready, throwing on some black pants, a red hoodie, black boots, his small bag that he wore on his wrist, and of course his winning picture, along with his beloved camera.

Jumping on the bed he took a picture of himself smiling. Getting up he ran downstairs and ran up to Damian grabbing him around the shoulders with one arm and snapping a picture of them. Furious his] little brother pushed him away.

"Damn you Drake!" Damian yelled using Tim's former last name. "I hate you!"

Laughing Tim ran up to Jason jumping onto his back. "Say, cheese!"

"Wha-? Tim!"

"Oh, come on, Jay," Tim said looking at the picture that had just taken. "It's fun to take your picture taken."

"What the point in having it taken every single time you enter the room?"

Pulling up his hood Tim smiled. "It's too cherish the moments."

"We have plenty of those." Jason said taking out his phone.

"Yeah, but think about it this way," Tim gave him a side hug. "Once the picture is take that moment in time is gone forever. It's never going to come back."

"Whatever."

"By the way are you taking me or is Dick taking me?"

"Dick is." Jason stood up. "Where are you going anyways? To a geek convention?"

Rolling his eyes Jason started to leave the room. "Whatever moments in time."

"It's true though!" Tim called. "They don't come back."

"Yeah, yeah, do me a favor and don't come back."

"I love you too, Jay!"

As Tim grabbed his phone off the charger just as Dick walked in. "Hey, ready to go Timmy?"

"Yep!"

"Alright let's get going." Dick tossed him a helmet. "Better safe than sorry."

As Dick drove him to the place where they had he contest they passed by a few of Tim's friends who waved at him. Once at the contest Dick let him hop off the bike. Handing him back the helmet Tim and Dick hugged.

"I'll be back to pick you up before dinner."

"Alright. It'll be over right about then."

"Call me when you're done."

"Alright,"

"Love ya, baby bird!"

"Love you, too!"


Bruce picked up his phone as it rang at six thirty, in the middle of his dinner date and when the kids should have been eating dinner. For a moment he considered not answering it but after an afterthought he answered the phone.

"Hello-"

"Bruce! Oh my god, Bruce!" Dick's voice was hysterical

"Dick? Dick what's wrong?!"

"Oh god, I don't know what to do!"

"Dick, I need you to calm down and tell me what's wrong-"

"Oh, God, Dad help me! Timmy's missing!"


TBC.