Disclaimer/Warning: Everything mentioned in this story belongs to DC
comics. Only the plot is my own. This story mentions slash, so don't like
don't read.
Apologies: I'm so sorry to anyone who has been wanting another chapter sooner, but my life has been very busy. I had relatives over for a couple weeks, and then the washer broke and had to be replaced. Then the worse possible thing that could happen did happen, I got writer's block and everything I wrote while I had it seemed to suck. Thankfully the bunny seems to have come back to me and it is now nice and fat with plenty of ideas for this story. So I'll do my best to get the chapters out as soon as possible. Hope you enjoy the story.
Notes: In this story the Bat family is close and somewhat normal. Cassandra lives at the manor, as does Timmy. Also Tim's dad and step mom are much more neglectful. I'm not trying to vilify anybody, I just need them to not care for the sake of this story.
Awaken
I watch as Timmy curls into a ball as he sleeps. He looks so peaceful and innocent as he sleeps. He looks like the young child he's supposed to be. I wonder if we all do when we sleep. I gently brush some stray hairs from his face.
I sigh as I leave Tim's room and head downstairs for a snack. I've always thought better with a full stomach, and I have something very important to think about.
Little Timmy's first real crush. My baby brother is in love and said love has given him his first heartache. I can't believe it, it seems like a moment ago I was chasing him around the Christmas tree. I remember how he loved sitting on my lap as we opened our presents. I smile as I remember all the times he'd rub at his face and ruin his highly detailed make-up on Halloween. And when Alfie got angry, he'd just grin and all was forgiven. His baby face got me out of a lot of punishments as a child. And I remember stealing Alfie's freshly baked cookies for the two of us. I cherished him like the little brother I always wanted. When he was there everyone seemed to smile more. Real smiles too, not the ones for the press.
I frown as I also remember his little tear stained face when he and his family moved away. I promised him we'd always be friends and that we'd stay in touch. I broke that promise as my own life's problems got worse. I forgot the promise and my little brother as I was forced to grow up more quickly then I wanted. I never thought of him again till the day he showed up at my apartment, begging for my help for Batman.
I grin as that memory is replaced by the first time I saw him fighting in the suit he designed. His design was much better then the one I made, not that I'd ever tell him. He lived up to the name Boy Wonder from night one. Everyone knows it but him, but he's the glue that keeps the family together. Bruce is too Bat, I'm just like him, and Alfred prefers to let us deal with our own problems, just advising from time to time. Timmy forces us to deal with it in his own caring way. His voice is the one that enters our heads when me and Bruce get to close to the edge in one of our fights. He forced us to be an actual family again, and I know none of us could be happier about it. Even Bruce couldn't deny it, but he probably would.
"Good afternoon, Master Dick."
"Hey Alfie, Cassandra." She waves to me from her seat. I grab a stool and sit next to her. "Can I have a little snack too?" I ask in a little voice and give Alfie my best puppy eyes.
He just smiles and hands me the sandwich I knew he had hidden. No matter how good Bruce and I become at expecting the unexpected we'll never come close to the level Alfred has always seemed to live on.
"Is something bothering you Master Dick."
I take a bite of sandwich and think about it. If anyone could help it would be Alfie. His advice has always been the best.
"It's not really my problem, but Timmy's."
"And what is troubling Young Master Timothy?" Cassandra looks interested too.
I sigh and think about how to phrase this. "Well Timmy's had this crush on someone he sees' pretty regularly, and because Tim is Tim, he never made a move because he couldn't be sure of the outcome. He'd rather be friends and suffer in silence then suffer rejection." Alfie and Cassandra nod in agreement. I take a bite of the sandwich before continuing.
"Well today the guy decided to play a very mean joke on Timmy, and now Tim's not sure how he feels. But the thing about it is, I know this guy some what, and I'm doubtful that he would play this kind of joke on Tim."
"You think boy has other motive?" Cassandra asks.
"I'm willing to bet my next pay check on it. The only problem I have of getting the answer is how to approach the guy."
"Hmm, that is quite a problem, Master Dick. Might I suggest you speak to his mentor about this situation and then speak to the young man? Of course the decision is entirely up to you, young sir. "Alfie gives me the look. I grin, ya right is it up to me, good old Alfie, knows everything and the answer as well but tries to make us think its our own idea.
"I just might have to do that Alfie." I say as I finish my sandwich with a smile as the plan formulates in my head.
"Of course, Master Dick. Shall I inform Master Bruce of your absence?" He asks as he takes the plate to the sink.
I grin again. "Ya, Alfie, please tell Bruce that I'll be gone for the next couple days. But I'll be back soon. And that I'll also be borrowing the Batwing as well." I wave bye to Cassandra as I race to the Batcave.
Looks like me and a certain man in a blue, spandex suit with a big S on it will be having a chat about his junior self very soon. And besides, I'd been wanting a word with Clark outside of the spandex suits any ways. This just catches two birds with one net. Smallvile here I come, and hopefully after this trip my baby brothers' problem will be easier to solve.
Apologies: I'm so sorry to anyone who has been wanting another chapter sooner, but my life has been very busy. I had relatives over for a couple weeks, and then the washer broke and had to be replaced. Then the worse possible thing that could happen did happen, I got writer's block and everything I wrote while I had it seemed to suck. Thankfully the bunny seems to have come back to me and it is now nice and fat with plenty of ideas for this story. So I'll do my best to get the chapters out as soon as possible. Hope you enjoy the story.
Notes: In this story the Bat family is close and somewhat normal. Cassandra lives at the manor, as does Timmy. Also Tim's dad and step mom are much more neglectful. I'm not trying to vilify anybody, I just need them to not care for the sake of this story.
Awaken
I watch as Timmy curls into a ball as he sleeps. He looks so peaceful and innocent as he sleeps. He looks like the young child he's supposed to be. I wonder if we all do when we sleep. I gently brush some stray hairs from his face.
I sigh as I leave Tim's room and head downstairs for a snack. I've always thought better with a full stomach, and I have something very important to think about.
Little Timmy's first real crush. My baby brother is in love and said love has given him his first heartache. I can't believe it, it seems like a moment ago I was chasing him around the Christmas tree. I remember how he loved sitting on my lap as we opened our presents. I smile as I remember all the times he'd rub at his face and ruin his highly detailed make-up on Halloween. And when Alfie got angry, he'd just grin and all was forgiven. His baby face got me out of a lot of punishments as a child. And I remember stealing Alfie's freshly baked cookies for the two of us. I cherished him like the little brother I always wanted. When he was there everyone seemed to smile more. Real smiles too, not the ones for the press.
I frown as I also remember his little tear stained face when he and his family moved away. I promised him we'd always be friends and that we'd stay in touch. I broke that promise as my own life's problems got worse. I forgot the promise and my little brother as I was forced to grow up more quickly then I wanted. I never thought of him again till the day he showed up at my apartment, begging for my help for Batman.
I grin as that memory is replaced by the first time I saw him fighting in the suit he designed. His design was much better then the one I made, not that I'd ever tell him. He lived up to the name Boy Wonder from night one. Everyone knows it but him, but he's the glue that keeps the family together. Bruce is too Bat, I'm just like him, and Alfred prefers to let us deal with our own problems, just advising from time to time. Timmy forces us to deal with it in his own caring way. His voice is the one that enters our heads when me and Bruce get to close to the edge in one of our fights. He forced us to be an actual family again, and I know none of us could be happier about it. Even Bruce couldn't deny it, but he probably would.
"Good afternoon, Master Dick."
"Hey Alfie, Cassandra." She waves to me from her seat. I grab a stool and sit next to her. "Can I have a little snack too?" I ask in a little voice and give Alfie my best puppy eyes.
He just smiles and hands me the sandwich I knew he had hidden. No matter how good Bruce and I become at expecting the unexpected we'll never come close to the level Alfred has always seemed to live on.
"Is something bothering you Master Dick."
I take a bite of sandwich and think about it. If anyone could help it would be Alfie. His advice has always been the best.
"It's not really my problem, but Timmy's."
"And what is troubling Young Master Timothy?" Cassandra looks interested too.
I sigh and think about how to phrase this. "Well Timmy's had this crush on someone he sees' pretty regularly, and because Tim is Tim, he never made a move because he couldn't be sure of the outcome. He'd rather be friends and suffer in silence then suffer rejection." Alfie and Cassandra nod in agreement. I take a bite of the sandwich before continuing.
"Well today the guy decided to play a very mean joke on Timmy, and now Tim's not sure how he feels. But the thing about it is, I know this guy some what, and I'm doubtful that he would play this kind of joke on Tim."
"You think boy has other motive?" Cassandra asks.
"I'm willing to bet my next pay check on it. The only problem I have of getting the answer is how to approach the guy."
"Hmm, that is quite a problem, Master Dick. Might I suggest you speak to his mentor about this situation and then speak to the young man? Of course the decision is entirely up to you, young sir. "Alfie gives me the look. I grin, ya right is it up to me, good old Alfie, knows everything and the answer as well but tries to make us think its our own idea.
"I just might have to do that Alfie." I say as I finish my sandwich with a smile as the plan formulates in my head.
"Of course, Master Dick. Shall I inform Master Bruce of your absence?" He asks as he takes the plate to the sink.
I grin again. "Ya, Alfie, please tell Bruce that I'll be gone for the next couple days. But I'll be back soon. And that I'll also be borrowing the Batwing as well." I wave bye to Cassandra as I race to the Batcave.
Looks like me and a certain man in a blue, spandex suit with a big S on it will be having a chat about his junior self very soon. And besides, I'd been wanting a word with Clark outside of the spandex suits any ways. This just catches two birds with one net. Smallvile here I come, and hopefully after this trip my baby brothers' problem will be easier to solve.