Brunch
A Word: Request for them raising a kid whose parents were killed in a gang fight. A son was specified but I forgot that part until after this was written. My mind will never stop associating Carrie Kelley or John Blake as the adoptive kids though.
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Tim is quick to snap a picture using his cellphone. The fact that taking a picture is his first response doesn't surprise him, but it does say a lot about his suitability to be a father. He'd brought it up when Jason first came home with a tearful lump, a fistful of papers, and the dumbest look of buyer's remorse ever.
"Carrie, sweetie," Tim tucks the phone away and moves to stop his daughter from running face first into the wall again. She's giggling, the sound echoing under the Red Hood helmet she somehow managed to get a hold of. Tim's going to blame that on Jason and his inability to properly care for his gear. "How'd you get a hold of Papa's mask?"
"It's not Papa's!" The girl's shrill voice is muted since the speakers aren't even on. Tim doubts she can even see through the lenses properly as she latches onto him. The helmet bobbles in a way that's pretty funny to watch. "I'm Red Hood!"
"I thought you were Robin?" Tim asks as he picks her up and surveys the damage. A side table is overturned with a small array of files spilled on the floor. The initial clatter that let him know all was not well. He's pretty sure that Carrie still has one of Damian's old capes somewhere in the disaster area that's her room.
"Noooo! I'm Red Hood, and I'm going to put my boot up the behinds of all the bad guys!" Carrie does an almost perfect imitation of the growl Jason does when he tells their daughter what he did at work every night before breaking down into giggles as Tim stops outside the open door of his room.
Jason's sprawled out on their bed. Unconscious and looking a little worse for the wear. Tim's a bit worried that he didn't hear the man coming in since it looks like Jason's left a trail of clothing and gear from the window to the bed. It answers where the helmet came from though.
"Looks like Papa's tired," Tim eases the helmet off of Carrie and carefully places it on the nearby dresser. Jason doesn't appear to be in pain or bleeding out so Tim hooks the door with a foot and gently closes it. "How about we let him sleep for a bit and then have brunch together? You can tell him all about how he's been fired then."
"Alright," Carrie blows some stray strands of red hair away and squirms a little in his arms as he walks them back down stairs. "Can we have ham sandwiches too?"
"Maybe, do you actually want ham or are you just wanting to go see Alfred?" Tim asks because the girl's obsession with the food is tricky. Sometimes she eats nothing else, and other times she uses the food as an excuse to get them all to the manor. Because Alfred makes a special ham sandwich that just can't be replicated by anyone else.
"No, I just want ham. With a pickle," Carrie shrugs and starts squirming harder when they're on the ground floor. Tim bends to put her down and she spills out of his arms with a hop that really should have landed her on her head, but Dick's been a very attentive uncle. "And bread."
"Sandwiches come with bread," Tim says with a laugh as he watches the girl skip into the living room where he thought she was watching cartoons until the noise started up.
"Yeah but I want extra!" Carrie stops to declare. Hands on her hips as she makes her demands. "Because Red Hood really likes bread."
"Then we'll have bread with lunch," Tim says with a grin, and he's regretting not keeping his phone out to record this conversation a little. The in home security feeds are good, but the audio still needs tweaking in some places. Jason is going to die laughing when Tim tells him about this later. "I'll let you know when we can wake Papa up."
"Okay!" The word is yelled as Carrie bolts away to the television she only pays partial attention to most days. The majority of her attention almost always absorbed in the books that Alfred steadily feeds her, and the paper pads that Bruce seems to buy by case loads.
Tim shakes his head and turns to go back up to clean the small mess.
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