I think it's about time someone got some one on one time. And I really think that if Bruce raised them from the beginning, this would have happened.

Tim-6

Skipping

Getting called in to talk to the principal was never a good thing in Bruce's opinion. Nearly every one of his visits to any principal was because of a fight or someone acting up in class. He hated having to deal with the aftermath of it: suspension, groundings, having to reason with other parents, he hated it. The last time he had to visit the principal(s) was because of all four of his children taking on bullies in the same day. Oh the headache that one was.

So being called in by the elementary school's principal was one thing he was not looking forward to. And for Timmy? His youngest? This was not good news at all. Until that one incident, he'd never been called in for him. But he was just six, so it wasn't that surprising.

"Bruce Wayne to see Principal Hayne," he informed the receptionist.

"Ah yes, Mr. Wayne," she started, picking out a yellow sheet. "He'll be seeing you in room four, that way."

"Okay…" that was odd. He'd always gone to the principal's office in the past. The room was something he was accustomed to seeing these days. But he obediently went down the other hallway and looked for the room in question. He saw Timmy sitting with a large book in hand just outside the door. He was clearly enjoying the read.

"The Hobbit?" He questioned as he saw the title. The kid jumped a bit, now realizing he was there.

"Daddy?" Timmy blinked in surprise several times before his dad smiled. "When did you get here?"

"Just now." He gave his son a curious look. "You didn't get in to a fight, right?"

"Nope!" the kid grinned. "I took a test."

"A test?"

"Yep! It was really easy and they said it was to see what my future would be." The boy was excited, nearly bouncing in his seat. He then lifted the book up a bit for him to read the title again. "Then Mrs. Lunt gave me this book to read. It's really good! Ever read it?"

"Once." He looked over his son once again. A test? What kind of test was that? "Isn't this one boring?"

"Nope!" Timmy was grinning as he started talking about it. "It's about a hobbit who meets a wizard and then some dwarves and then some trolls! Did you know trolls turn to stone in sunlight? They're really weird, and stupid."

"Huh." He hadn't read the book in years. But he was certain it was for people at least in their teens, if they wanted to read it. Not that surprising really. Timmy was always reading above his grade level. Jack Drake had his son on the 'my baby can read' program before his passing. "I need to talk to your principal now. Do you know why?"

"Mrs. Lunt said it was because I was too smart."

Too smart? "Okay… I'll ask her about that. Mind staying out here and reading your book? Hopefully it won't take long."

"Can we get ice cream later?" His boy grinned up expectantly at him.

The father smirked, messing with his son's hair. "We'll see."

A minute later he was inside room 4, which was the strangest office he'd been in for quite some time. It looked like someone went to hallmark and used their baby section to decorate the walls. Bruce cast a suspicious look around the room, then to the two people before him. The principal Mr. Hayne he knew well. He had talked to him several times to rectify what both Dick and Jason had done on campus. And currently they were in a joint investigation of one of the teachers there, Cassandra's. The other person he didn't know. A kind, older lady who had to be Mrs. Lunt. He hadn't had the chance to meet her before, but if he remembered the school staff records right, she was a guidance counselor and head of the tutoring program there. What did she have to do with Timmy?

"Mr. Wayne," Hayne offered his hand to him, a proud smile on his face. "I'm so glad you could make it."

"Principal Hayne." He took the man's hand, curiosity all across his face. "May I ask what's going on? Is Timothy in trouble?"

"Trouble, no. In fact," the principal grinned from ear to ear, looking over to the counselor, "he's as far from trouble as possible. Mr. Wayne, meet Mrs. Lunt."

The older woman took his hand gently but still gave a firm shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you at last Mr. Wayne. I've heard so much about you."

"And I've heard nothing about you. "

"That's to be expected I'm afraid." She gave him a weak smile as she sat by her desk, indicating to the others to sit down as well. "After all, when you brought Richard here, he had to be tested first to find the right class for him. He skipped a grade automatically."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Bruce sat down, still confused. Yes Dick was tested before entering the school system. He had to be. His home schooling records were indecisive and made him difficult to place otherwise. His time on the road at the circus though actually increased his education more than anticipated and he landed in a grade a year above his peers.

"Timothy is a very special child." The lady handed a folder filled with papers, drawings and test results really. "He's reading at a ninth grade level, can type better than most adults, and knows times tables."

"He learned those when Jason needed help practicing. He thought it was a number counting game. There was even a rhythm to it." It really wasn't that surprising. Kids learned a lot from their siblings when they really weren't trying. He looked through the file anyway.

"Truth be told Mr. Wayne, Timothy isn't being challenged in his class." Mrs. Lunt smiled kindly. "He finishes all his tasks early and asks for more constantly. His teacher doesn't have anything else to cover with him. According to my assessments, he should be able to handle third grade fairly well, maybe even fourth."

He looked through the tests, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. Timmy was getting hundreds left and right. Nothing was too hard for him, not math, not English, not even geology. He had drawings on the sides of certain tests he finished early, showing how bored he was. The kid really didn't have anything to keep him busy.

He thought about how his boy was at home. Always off playing on the computers or reading one of the books from the study. It took Dick's prodding to get him to practice acrobatics or martial arts. Jason would tease and prank him into kidnaping defensive projects. Their hardest task was getting him out of the study to socialize or exercise. The kid always preferred solo tasks over anything else. Course that would change at a moment's notice if his siblings were involved.

"You want to transfer him to third grade?"

"That pretty much sums it up." Mr. Hayne smiled broadly. "Course he'll have to go through a few private tutoring sessions to make sure he's up to speed but that shouldn't take any more than a month or so."

"A month." Would it really only take that long?

"With his skills, he'd be able to cover everything within a month," the lady insisted. "Maybe two. And with your support and assistance, I'm sure he'd be a good student in that class."

"So what do you think Mr. Wayne? " the principal started. "Are you willing to help the little genius' mind develop to its best potential?"

"I'm more worried about his social development." Bruce looked over the papers again then came to a decision. "I need to run this by Timmy first. It should be his choice. But if he decides to change classes," he focused his gaze on the principal, "he has to be in Cassandra's class. She'll get him out of his shell faster."

"Excellent." The two before him grinned. It was important for the school to spit out a few protégées every once in a while. Bruce knew that, but wasn't offended. Timmy's personal development would be a priority for his birth parents as well. And no doubt the kid would like knowing that he could get out of school faster if he did this.

He took the paperwork in hand and stood up, a small smile on his face. "If that is all, I should probably get Timmy home and see what he wants to do."

"Very well Mr. Wayne." The principal took the man's hand before heading towards the door. Wayne shook Mrs. Lunt's hand next before opening the door to greet his little one. Timmy was still reading his book, completely absorbed in the story. "Timothy?"

"GAH!" The kid jumped about a foot off his chair at the sudden sound. He had a hand to his chest, something he must have picked up on TV for when people were startled. "Nearly gave me a heart attack."

"Really." His father smirked as he came forward, grabbing the kid's backpack. "Time to go home."

"Can I keep the book?" Clearly the boy was enjoying himself with the old novel. Mrs. Lunt giggled at the door.

"Of course dear. You can borrow it until you're done."

"I think we have a copy at home actually." Bruce took careful notice where the boy was in the story. "Alfred's quite fond of fantasy novels."

"Oh. Okay." Timmy closed the book then passed it back to its original owner. "Thank you for letting me read it Mrs. Lunt."

"You're very welcome Timothy." She gave the boy a little handshake before looking over to his father again. "Make sure to inform us of your decision by the end of next week. The sooner we get started, the better."

"Understood." Bruce placed a hand on his son's back to guide him out the door.

"What happened in there?" He looked up innocently at his father, still not knowing what had transpired.

"Oh nothing much." The man hid a smile for the moment. "Tell me, are you enjoying your class?"

The kid fidgeted slightly. "Sometimes."

"Does it get boring?" He watched his son as they walked through the colorful halls. It was a short walk to the car but it was one he usually dreaded. It wasn't long until they were outside.

"Uh huh."

"Want to try something a little harder?" The boy cocked his head inquiringly. "That was what the meeting was about. They think you'd like to be in Cassandra's class. They say it may be a challenge for you then. Are you interested?"

The kid thought about it for a long moment as they got into the car. The kid didn't say a single word for a while, scowling in thought, just one of many traits he learned from his family. Bruce let him have all the time in the world to answer as he settled into the driver's seat. He learned from experience that quick answers were usually not their honest ones.

Eventually he answered. "Do I get ice cream if I say yes?"

A/N: =D yes, Tim gets to skip to third grade. and he'll be in Cassandra's year from now on. Gotta love the boy genius. As for Timmy reading the hobbit, well, since he plays 'wizards and warlocks'(D&D) I'm sure he'd read that too, at an early age. Alfred was caught reading artemis fowl so I'm certain he'd have a copy of Tolking's work too. ^^V

Hmmmm... need to work on the next year of their lives next. Lots of 6 year old Timmy I'm seeing. Need 7 year old adventures. Any other solo adventures for the kids and Bruce you'd like to see? Or duo?