A/N: Timmy doesn't want to eat much at times. So he grabs a banana. Big Brother has other ideas.
A/N: Needed to fix the text area.
Banana
by
AJRedRobin
Tim was tossing and turning trying to get comfortable. He always suffered from nightmares, some of them came from his childhood. Others from traumatic experiences beyond his control, both as Red Robin and as himself. This morning however was slightly different. It wasn't so much a nightmare as a feeling of foreboding. Tim wasn't getting much sleep so he got up to get some breakfast and to find out why Cynthea Walker, his receptionist at Wayne Tech was so reluctant to send over the computer chip he requested. He decided to send her a quick text and ask her.
TW: #What do you mean you THINK there's a flaw. There either is or there isn't.#
CW: #They assured me that the chip was made correctly. . .#
TW: #But you're not so sure.#
CW: #It's just what the tech had said was strange.#
TW: #What did he say# CW: #Something about the circuits being in the right order and the hardwired commands being imputed . . . #
TW: #You're not sure are you. Why didn't you bring this up last night.#
CW: #You're the boss . . . Whatever you say goes.# TW: #Not if the chip I gave my brother might have a defect.#
CW: #That's just it, I'm not sure if it does. This is the most important chip we've designed. We just want to make sure it's right. So much has been hardwired into it. A mistake could send us all back to the drawing board.#
TW: #I know you're nervous. I'll keep an eye on it.# Tim texted one of the technicians that worked on the design of the chip just to be certain.
TW: #Could you send me all the schematics and programming data on the chip you sent.# Tim gave him the number on the chip.
Tech: #Do you want what's current because I stopped working on that chip six months ago and our new tech was working on it.
TW: #Who was that tech?#
Tech: #His name is Roger Corman.#
TW: #Just send me everything you've got. I'll talk to him later.#
Tech: #Right away.# TW: #Thanks.#
Tim set his phone down by the bedside once he completed his correspondence. He thought about trying to get more sleep, but it was useless. 'I might as well go to the gym. I need a workout away.' Tim needed to get rid of the foreboding feeling that he had, like something was watching him even though no one was there. It was like an itch he couldn't scratch. Tim changed into a tank top and some shorts then started his gymnastics routine starting with the uneven bars then working his way to the balance beam then the rings. While Tim was working on the rings for the third time, Dick had come into the gym.
"Hey Timmy...what's up?" Tim was finishing up his routine. He spun around twice and dismounted but landed wrong. His feet slipped out from under him. It was the third time that happened. "DAMN!" Dick chuckled. Tim looked as if he wanted to throw a tantrum on the floor. There was a very angered pout on his face. "Now don't look like that. Do it again." Tim didn't pay attention to Dick's gentle teasing. He got up off the mat and jumped up and caught the rings. He hung there for a moment to make certain he was steady. He then pressed on the rings until they were down by his sides. Then he slowly opened his arms until they formed a cross. He held it for a count of ten then bringing his arms inward Tim did a handstand. When he was ready, Tim flipped around and came into a seated position. He then bent over and did another handstand, but he ended up being off balance and fell out of the form and ended up tumbling off the rings and onto the floor landing hard on his side.
"HHHHHSSSSSShhhh . . . OOOWW . . . Dammit that's the fourth time I've tried that and I keep falling off!" Tim could feel the bruising on his left shoulder starting to form. "How about you take a break." Dick went to go and grab Tim's arm to help hm up, but Tim lashed out and decked Dick in the eye. "OW….What the heck, Tim," Dick grumbled and rubbed his eye. "Oh gee Dick . . . I'm sorry . . . Either I'm off or the equipment's off . . . I didn't mean to hit you." Tim apologized. Now he felt bad. "Eh…it happens to the best of us...jeez...you got a mean right hook. Someone must have been taking lessons from Jason." "I guess I have been working pretty hard," Tim replied. "What time is it?" "Jeez...i don't even know. Has to be some time in the afternoon though." Dick pulled out a side project he was tinkering with that he wanted to show Tim. "I call it the pocket buddy. I don't know its use yet, but it fits great inside of your pocket, look." Dick slipped the small device into the pocket of Tim's tank top. Tim pulled it out to examine it. "That reminds me of the portable search hook-up I created. It was hooked into the bat computer, but it's not as small as this. It hooked onto my belt and it just had a few buttons and a much smaller screen." Tim's stomach gave out a loud growl. "Oh boy, I don't remember eating breakfast. I came down here right after I texted Cynthea and the technicians at Wayne Tech about that chip. They've been working on it for a year, doing tests, but I was supposed to look at the schematics and the programming, but wasn't able to. All of it's hardwired. Guess it can wait until after I have something to eat." "Let's go get something," Dick said. "I wonder if our brothers are home." Dick wrapped his arm around Tim and lead him back to the kitchen. Damian was sitting at the island with a new hoodie. "Where did you go last night?"
"Big brother Jason took me to a concert," Damian's voice sounded hoarse. He could barely speak above a whisper. "You may want Sammie to take care of your throat. You sound terrible."
"It's not great...*cough* terrible….Besides...look at your shoulder." Damian took a sip of water and handed over his phone. "Look at the pictures big brother."
"On your Instagram?" Dick asked.
"Yeah and FB."
Tim tried to look over Dick's shoulder to see the images that Damian had taken with his phone.
"You go get something to eat," Dick turned to face Tim. "Okay," Tim grabbed a banana and a bottle of water. He downed part of the water and looked at the time. "Jeeze has it been that long? I was in the gym for four hours." All he was aware of was practicing each routine for at least three or four times. He had other bruises he didn't want to mention. He fell hitting the balance beam. When Tim did a flip, he landed wrong then fell on the floor. He hit his ribcage against the beam. 'Today was just not my day to practice,' he thought. 'I couldn't seem to keep my head in the game.' Tim walked by Dick as he thought about the schematics of the chip. He wanted to look that over when Dick stopped him in his tracks. "Go get something to eat." Dick snatched the banana from Tim. "That is not lunch that is a snack." "The banana will help with soreness," Tim argued. "It's got potassium." "I don't think so Timothy," Damian stated as he was texting a friend. "Get more food before he force feeds you. The look on Big Brother's face should be proof of that." "I don't know what to eat," Tim said. "I'm really not that hungry." Tim tried to snatch the banana back. Dick lifted it out of Tim's reach. "Go eat, or I'm telling Jason. Better yet, I'm telling Alfred."
"You wouldn't. Give me back my banana," Tim argued. "I would . . .," Dick lifted it higher. Tim tried to jump up, but Dick continued to hold the banana out of his reach. Tim got a gleam in his eyes when an idea occurred to him. He used the stool as his launch pad and pressing his hand on Dick's shoulder, he launched himself up higher and grabbed the banana. He then flipped and landed back on his feet, triumphant. "Got It!" "You mean you got half of it," Dick declared. "ALFRED TIM IS REFUSING TO EAT!" Dick ran to find Alfred tending to the silverware in the dining room. "I'm not refusing to eat, I just wanted a banana!." Tim peeled what he got and ate a portion. "And Alfred can't hear you he's doing laundry. It's near the gym." "Nah uh he's in here," Dick countered. He was looking at Alfred. He gave him a wink. "Now Tim is turning into a liar."
Alfred got up and stood beside Dick near the door leading to the kitchen. He got Master Richard's unspoken message and decided he needed a bit of help with Master Timothy. "I don't see him," Tim said as he entered the dining room.
Alfred grabbed Timothy by the collar. "I am right here, Master Timothy. And Master Richard is correct. You need to eat a proper meal. Or I will have him sit on you until you do." "I've done it to Jason and I'll do it to you, too," Dick threatened. Tim gulped. Dick was using the rest of the banana as a pointer close to Tim's face. It was an opportunity he couldn't resist. Tim snatched it. "Only if you can catch me." Tim twisted out of Alfred's grasp and ran out of the dining room with the rest of his water and the rest of the banana. "Ah! Get back here!" Dick ran after Tim. "Haahahaha," laughed Tim. He wasn't, however, watching where he was going. He ran right into Jason. "Oooof!" And landed right on his butt. "What are you doing?" Jason questioned. "And why do you have half of a banana in your hand?" Jason looked up to see Dick running in his direction. Whatever it was Jason decided to snatch Tim up. He ran from Dick all the time wondering what was going on. Were they playing some new game?
"JASON! PUT HIM DOWN!" Dick ran faster. Tim stuck his tongue out at Dick and popped the banana into his mouth. "Um Jason, where are we going?" "I don't know," Jason replied. "I don't even know why I'm doing this, but this is fun." Dick almost cornered Jason until he used the wall and catapulted over Dick's head.
"You two are in so much trouble!" Dick yelled. Dick didn't notice that Tim tossed the banana peel downon the floor near his feet. 'I swear in all my life i have not been so disappointed in myself.' Dick's foot stepped on the peel and he fell backwards. "Oof!"
"AHAHAHAH oh man . . . OH MAN." Damian was watching from the ceiling when he saw the entire scene go down. "Ooooops. . . . Um . . . Jay . . . Jay . . .Um . . .," Tim saw the stormy look in Dick's face. Jason started to laugh so hard at big brother. He looked so done with what just happened. "OH my god...ahaha...AHAHAHA!" Jason was wiping tears from my eyes, he was laughing so hard.
Dick was lying there on the ground as one by one, his brothers laughed. Tim tried to hold his in but it kept slipping out. "Dick . . . .," Tim smirked " . . . . . Dick . . .," Tim snickered again. ". . . I'm . . . I'm . . . really sorry . . .," Tim continued smirking. " . . . . I didn't know that would really work . . . Hehhheehhhee." "I caught it on video! I GOT IT!" Damian exclaimed. He was cracking up. He showed the video to big brothers Jason and Tim. They laughed hysterically.
Dick couldn't bring himself to be upset. Hearing his brothers, especially Jason, laughing made him smile. Then he sat back and thought about the joke and what Tim meant and started to laugh as well. Tim wiped away tears of laughter. " . . . I'm really sorry . . . " Jason couldn't hold him any longer from the laughter and he put Tim down. Tim came close and leaned over to check on his big brother when Dick snagged him by the shirt. "Hey!"
Dick pulled Tim down to the ground and held him. "Now you must go and get something to eat." This time, he was the one who picked Tim up and threw him over his shoulder. "And I will sit on you to make sure that you do."
Tim shrugged his shoulder. Looks like he lost this round for the moment. 'Oh well, maybe next time,' he thought. 'Maybe I'll try a banana cream pie.'
End
