Eliwatts22's request about Bruce becoming a father continued. (Hope you like it!) Bruce reflects on becoming Tim's Dad.
Chapter : The Baby
Bruce's POV
I remember driving home and seeing the red and blue lights of police cars shining from the Drake estates. They were our neighbors that lived about five miles from my own property. Curiosity overtook me as I pulled into their driveway.
Gordon was there directing the madness. In his arms sat a squirming small child, who appeared to be no older than six. I had no idea where the child came from. Jim had passed the boy to me, while trying to conduct the investigation. I never even knew the Drakes had a little boy.
I can remember how he looked up at me with his bright, baby blue eyes full of tears. He was so small, so afraid, and so fragile. Strangers were in his home. His parents were dead. My poor baby had been left all alone for most of his life. He had no clue what was happening.
Tim had no other family left in the world. He was all alone. I couldn't let him be taken to the orphanage; especially not after what happened with Dick and Jason. He was so small and helpless for a nine year old boy. I took him home instead.
Dick was so excited. He cuddled Tim practically every moment of the boy's life for the first couple of months. Jason on the other hand, wasn't too thrilled at the thought of becoming the middle child. But, he eventually got over it. Heaven forbid anyone say anything bad about the boy in front of Jason.
Tim was so small and so silent. He never said a word to anyone. I hired a speech therapist for him. But, nothing seemed to be working for him. About a month later, Dick burst through the front door carrying Tim and shouting that his little brother could talk. Taking my nine year old from my overexcited nineteen year old, Tim looked up at me and called me Daddy as he wrapped his little arms around my neck. Daddy; he had called me Daddy. I was a father again.
And then Jason almost died and I swore there would never be another Robin. But, Jason gave his little brother his new costume; the costume Jason would never get a chance to wear. And Tim disobeyed me. He went off after me, dressed in the red costume. And he saved my life. I allowed him to have the position, because Batman needs a Robin.
He always brings the best grades home and tries his hardest. He does as he's told. Tim constantly seeks for approval from everyone. But, he's never needed to try so hard; he's had everyone's approval all along. I'm so proud of him.
Tim is the weakest and the smallest. He has the worst immune system. It scares me how easily my baby gets sick. He has so many allergies. But, he's my baby boy and his mind and personality make up for it.
He's twelve now. He's a Titan. He's Red Robin. And I'm so proud of him. But, he's only twelve. I have a lot of time left with my baby. It won't matter how old he gets, he'll always be my baby boy.