Summary: Tim is the biological son of Bruce Wayne and Janet Drake, and was born a metahuman. Watch how this affects the flow of the DC Universe.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Tim wasn't clueless. He knew very well of his own gift. For much of the time she had been in his life, his mother always called him special, for she also had a gift. Like her, Tim could control certain things. However, they weren't the same things his mother could control. He could control his environment. Elements and tempests. She... Tim wasn't quite sure what she could control. But she always seemed to be able to make others calm with ease, and happy. Among other things. She always expressed pride over his gift, but the man whom she married did not. In fact, he reacted with fear. The moment he found out about his mother's gift, he was fearful. And hateful. So very hateful.
Not that Tim cared for the man's opinions.
But he did, however, care for his father's opinions.
Tim was in a loop. He suspected his daddy knew, being Batman and all, but at the same time he feared confronting him with it. As Batman, his daddy had a thing against metas or powered people in Gotham, as their presence would impose any kind of authority he would have as Gotham's protector. Tim didn't want to be disallowed.
He leaves it alone for a while, learning to better control his emotions. He tends to loose control of his gift when his emotions flare. In particular, fear and sadness.
One day, he hears Dick pestering Bruce on wanting to go to the zoo. Bruce is ready to agree, but the morning they are ready to depart, its raining.
Dick is downtrodden.
Tim wants to help.
He squints at the windy, cloudy sky, and seconds pass before the clouds dissipate completely, the storm ceasing. Sunshine and blue sky fill Gotham.
Dick is ecstatic, and as he skips merrily out to the limmo, Bruce gently places his hand on Tim's shoulder. Tim looks up at his father with curious eyes.
Bruce smiles. "You have a wonderful gift. Your mother would be proud."
Tim's relieved and joyful expression warms Bruce's heart, and the pair walk hand in hand to the limo.
"Hey, whatcha doing?" Dick asked one day.
It was summer vacation, and Dick was finally free from school for the next three months. For now, though, he had been bored and went off in search of his little brother. He found Timmy out in the garden, sitting comfortably on a stone bench with a book in his hand.
Tim smiled up at Dick. "Watering the planets."
"Oh," Dick said. "Why?"
"Because Alfred wanted me to."
"Oh. Okay," Dick said, and looked around at the garden. That was a lot of flowers for just one kid to take care of. "Do you need some help? Cuz I think Alfred's got more watering cans in the shed-"
"No thanks," Tim said, smiling. "I can handle it."
Dick watched as the five year-old looked up at the sky, and Dick resisted jumping back when the blue of Tim's eyes actually started glowing. Dick blinked then as the sun, which had been shining brightly, vanished as a cascade of dark clouds just suddenly materialized up in the sky. Dick gazed upward in wonder, and when it started raining, Dick realized that none of it was falling on them. Slowly, Dick stuck his hand out to the side. Not a single droplet of rain, not a single speck of water. Not a single thing, yet it was pouring around them, drenching everything else, namely the flowers. A perfect circle around him and Tim. The ground as dry as it was before it began to rain. It was as if someone had placed a cylinder on the top of them, nothing penetrating the barriers.
"What... how...?" Dick stuttered.
Tim, meanwhile, smiled and blinked his eyes a few times. The rain stopped immediately, and the skies cleared up, the sun shining on the garden.
"All done."
Dick's head snapped to Tim, who cocked his head curiously at the look his big brother was giving him.
Dick immediately spun towards the manor and ran inside, screaming, "BRUUUUCE!"
Tim just watched him leave, and shrugged. He picked up his book, and lounged back on the bench comfortably, starting his reading.
Bruce was in his office doing paperwork, signing a deal with LexCorp, when it started raining. He gave a chuckle when it stopped only a few moments later.
"BRUUUUCE!"
Bruce sighed at the call of his eldest son. Dick had been living at the manor for a little over a year now, and he knew he'd have to explain this at some point. It took a lot longer than he expected, though.
He looks up from his desk. "Yes, Dick?"
The child is vibrating with both fear and confusion. "TimmadeitrainbutIdunnohow, hewasjustsittingandthenhiseyesmaderainbutwedidn'tgetwetsoI-"
Bruce puts his hand up. "It's okay, Dick. Tim was just using his gift."
"Gift?" Dick squawked. "What gift? You knew he could do that?"
"We were meaning to tell you," Bruce began. "But it took some time for Tim to come to me with it in the first place. Tim is special, and I'm not just saying that because I love him, but he's special because he has a gift. He's a metahuman."
"What?" Dick said, blinking. He knew about Bruce's rule against powered people in Gotham. He didn't want Tim to be sent away! "But... your rule..."
"He's my son," Bruce said firmly. "Rules don't apply to family. As long as he doesn't use his gift to interfere with patrol, I could care less. He's still very young and inexperienced. Not at all like his mother was."
"His mother?" Dick said, both surprised by the revelation and the fact that Bruce even brought up Tim's mom. Janet Drake was a rarely spoken topic here at the manor, and Dick only saw a few pictures of her. He wasn't going to lie. The woman was breathtaking. She had a gentle visage that displayed so much maturity and wisdom that Dick blushed just by looking at the pictures. Bruce always spoke so highly of her, so much that for a while, Dick presumed she was some sort of mythical creature capable of turning water to wine and walking on water.
Bruce had loved her dearly. That much Dick could see.
Bruce nodded. "Janet wasn't born in Gotham. She was adopted. She came from a line of people who were born with gifts. But she didn't trust these people, so she left and came here. That's how we met."
Dick nodded slowly, processing this. "What was her gift?"
Bruce gave a deep breath. "She could... I can't totally describe it. She could bend light to a degree, but that was only part of it. When she touched you, she could make all your anger and sadness just vanish. The calmest I ever felt as a child was when I was around her."
Dick saw that Bruce was getting distant. He knew that look. It was the look he got when he didn't really want to dwell in the subject, so he decided to drop it for now.
"So, he can make rain?"
"Rain, sleet, snow, hail, wind. Even lightning." Bruce listed off. "And that's just what I've seen."
Dick furrowed his brows. "So, on the day we went to the zoo..."
"Yep."
"And the snow day after we stopped Bane..."
"Yep."
"And the false tornado warning..."
"Yep."
Dick was speechless for a few moments, before a splitting grin formed on his face. "That is totally aster! That means we can get snow days whenever we want right?"
Bruce gave Dick a pointed look, and Dick pouted. "Fine. But still, my brother can control weather! I can't wait to tell Wally..."
"Dick," Bruce stopped him. "I'm happy you're accepting of this, but I'm not ready for our friends to know about this yet. Tim needed a lot of love when I finally got custody of him. His stepfather was the type of person who was afraid of the unknown, and everything about Tim's powers can be considered unknown. If we're going to tell anyone else, it will need to be on his consent. Understand?"
Dick's expression turned soft, and he nodded.
"Good," Bruce said with a smile. "Now, go get your brother. We're going to Metropolis for a board meeting."
"Sweet!" Dick said as he bounced out.
Bruce suppressed a chuckle.
Dick and Tim were practicing gymnastics together in the Batcave while Bruce was out on patrol. Today, Bruce had decided to bench Dick because both the Joker and Ra's al Ghul were out tonight, and being Batman's most dangeorus adversaries, he didn't want to put his son in that level of danger.
Fortunately, time spent with his little brother was a good substitute.
Dick and Tim both did handstands on the balance beam, and Dick smirked, reaching one hand out and tickling Tim's exposed stomach when his shirt slid down to reveal his stomach. Tim squealed and swatted at Dick's hand, losing his balance. But in a split second, Dick snatched Tim in midair and did a backflip, landing perfectly on his feet in the middle of the beam.
"Gotcha!" he said as he landed, and poked Tim's nose.
Tim made a face and snapped at Dick's finger, earning a laugh from the eleven year-old vigilante.
He hops down from the beam when the noise of the Batmobile (the name Dick having come up with on one of his earlier patrols having stuck, much to Bruce's chagrin) filled the cave. Tim in his arms, Dick went up to greet their father, but whatever cheerful thing he was going to say never came as Batman emerged from the Batmobile leading a small boy whose wrists were tied behind his back.
The child was dirty and dressed in ragged street close, and he looked close to Tim's age, maybe a few years older. Like Bruce, Tim and Dick, he had dark raven hair, but instead of blue eyes he had green.
He grumbled as Batman led him to the other two boys, and when he actually noticed them, he blinked in surprise.
"Boys," Bruce said. "Meet Jason. He'll be staying with us for a while."
Jason was about to snap at Batman that he was dragged here against his will, but instead gave an indignant 'Hey!' when the youngest Wayne child sprung from his older brother's arms and wrapped his arms around Jason's waste in a hug.
Tim smiled up at Jason with sparkling, doe-like eyes that made whatever Jason was going to say die in his throat. "Hi."
Jason inwardly cursed. That's the last time he tries to nab the tires off someone's car.
Short, yes. Next chapter will be all about Jason fitting in, and will hopefully be longer. Meanwhile, here are the pairings people have suggested.
Kon/Tim: 2
Tim/Steph: 1
Son of Whitebeard: will damian be in this story at all?
Yes. And maybe he'll be less of a little arsehole towards Tim this time...
Daziy is Soniq: Awww, thank you very much! I didn't expect to have a chapter written because of me! You're very good, though, very good that while answering my questions, you made me ask more. So Janet's also a meta? Who is this 'them' Janet escaped from? Who exactly is Mr Drake? And why did Janet marry him? Can't wait for the next chapter!
Oh, and I just realised something from the first chapter, Tim automatically called Bruce 'dad' in a public place, and no one ask why. Did Drake also knew who is the father of his wife's son?
The answer to each of those questions is quite fascinating. I hope you'll be satisfied when you find out what they are. I can answer a few regarding Mr. Drake. First off, he's Jack Drake. Like in the comics, except like I've said he is NOT Tim's biological father. Why he and Janet got married? Money. No love. Sad I know. And as for people knowing Bruce is Tim's father? It wasn't really a secret. I had tried to make that apparent in the very first chapter. Must not have doen a very good job at it. Oh well. And yes, his dad knew. It was another reason why he kind of resented Tim's presence in his life.
Thank you for reading and reviewing. Feel free to put in more reviews and let me know what you thought.