Tim rushed into the Damian's bedroom seeing Damian glaring daggers at Bruce as the ten year old picked up the knocked over items on the carpet and Tim winched seeing that it was three gifts that the demon child actually cherished from his few friends.
Running over Tim picked up Bruce who was squealing with laughter trying to reach for the things on the floor. Damian kenneled down picking them up before setting them back in their spot carefully before standing up.
"Can you handle one simple job Drake?!" Damian yelled clearly angry about his things before touched. "You stupid imbecile!"
"Shut up, Spawn! I was setting up the crib and he crawled off!"
"You lack the skill to keep an eye on him!" Was Damian's growled reply. "If had been doing your job than this would not have happened!"
"What were you doing that you didn't notice Bruce was in your room or the fact that he had gotten to your stuff?!"
Their fighting continued to get louder and the toddler in Tim's are looked uncomfortable and soon his eyes started to water. Bruce started to whimper as the two voices continued to increase in volume and soon Bruce started to wailing.
Damian jumped back. "What did you do?!"
Worried Tim quickly sat on the floor and tried to bounce the baby. "Shh, it's okay, Bruce, it's okay. We were just playing that's all."
"You and I do not play." Damian growled.
"Shut up, Damian," Tim said keeping his voice light and happy smiling at the crying toddler who was starting to calm down. "Just look happy and say something nice."
"Get out of my room."
Tim glared at him.
Twelve am in the morning.
It was twelve am in the morning when a wailing screech was heard causing all four of the bat brothers eyes to snap open. Being trained by Batman meant you could snap awake and be ready for anything.
They never covered childcare.
Tim got out of bed quickly since the crib was in his room and turned the light on low before picking up the crying toddler. Bruce continued cry so Tim decided to take the screaming child downstairs to the kitchen and sat him down in the highchair before going to the kitchen to look in the fridge before pulling out some milk, honey and grabbing some of the left over jar of baby food.
Setting them down he gave Bruce a toy and the little boy took it stopping his crying. Tim rubbed his eyes before opening a jar and putting it in a little kid bowl and warmed it up and next made some milk with honey before sitting down with the food and attempted to fed Bruce who just plain refused to eat.
"Come on, Bruce, just eat and drink your drink and we can go to bed." Tim yawned before trying to push the spoon into Bruce's mouth. "Please?"
Saying something in gibberish Bruce smacked the spoon out of his hand. Frowning Tim picked it up before washing it and scooping up some more before trying to fed him more but Bruce dind't want any and this time he started to bang his little fist on the tray.
"Come on, Bruce... I know you haven't eaten much today."
Bruce laughed before opening his mouth. Smiling Tim fed him the food when suddenly Bruce spit it out and it hit Tim right in the face. Tense up Tim slowly opened his eyes in shock not believing that Bruce spit at him.
"Ugh," Tim stood up grabbing a paper towel wiping off most of the stuff before going to the sink and washing his face. "Ew, this stuff smells bad."
After he was done Tim looked over at Bruce playing with the food.
"Wha- No! Bruce, No...!" Rushing over Tim took off the tray and set it aside. "Now you need another bath."
Bruce giggled before pointing at some fruit that was sitting there on the counter. Looking over Tim picked up the bowl and held it out to the little toddler and Bruce picked out a banana and an apple.
Blinking Tim took the banana and peeled it before breaking it into pieces watching Bruce eat it before taking the apple and peeling it and cutting it into slices. Setting them on the little bottom part of the tray he watched as Bruce ate them.
"Alright, you don't like baby food. Got it." Tim sighed. "Just hurry and we'll wash you up and back to bed."
Once Bruce was done, bathed and dressed in pajamas Tim laid him down back in his cribbed and Tim laid back down.
Bruce was wide awake sitting in the crib looking out of the bars staring at the person who had fed him. The person was asleep. Looking back into the crib Bruce looked at the toys in there at the foot of the crib.
Crawling over Bruce picked some up looking at them before playing with them happily. Trowing two them up in the air one came back down but the other fell out of the crib causing Bruce to pause looking at where it had fallen.
Crawling over to the side of the bed Bruce stared at it for a minute before getting his other toys and standing up and tossing them out one by one all while laughing happily until the last toy was out and than paused.
Now that all the toys where out of the crib he had nothing to play with. For a minute the toddler looked around before sitting down and staring at the person one the bed before he threw his head back and let out a wail.
"What?!" Tim screamed jumping out of bed and falling off it scrambling to get up. "What?! What?! What happened?!"
Bruce continued his wailing until Tim rushed over and picked him up and set the little boy on his hip before looking at the toys he was stepping on. Getting off of them he leaned down to pick them up. This time holding onto Bruce so Damian wouldn't kill Bruce if he wandered off again.
Putting them back in Tim put Bruce back into the crib. "Now sleep. Please."
Bruce sat down before plopping onto his side closing his eyes. Tim went back to bed not noticing that Bruce sat up again before tossing the toys out again and this time waited for Tim to fall asleep before screaming again.
This louder.
"Stop it!"
Bruce just laughed smiling at him.
"You are going to sleep."
Dick came down yawning a little ready to get something to eat, go for a morning work out and than figure out what to do about the mini Batman they had when he walked into the kitchen to see Tim dressed and ready for work except he should have been out the door at seven and it was almost right and he was slumped backwards in his seat asleep.
"Tim?" Dick walked over shaking his shoulder. "Hey, Tim, wake up."
After a few more shakes Tim jolted in up in his chair. "What?!"
"You okay, Tim?"
"No." Tim grumbled getting up and rubbing his neck. "Ugh, I think I got a crick in my neck..."
"Up late on a case?"
"No." Tim gave him a dirty look which might have worked if he wasn't so tired. "I was up all night with Bruce, but it's not like anyone came to help."
"I thought you could handle one little baby." Dick laughed. "Come on, Tim, it can't be that bad. Look he's sleeping in the playpen as sweet are can be."
They both looked over at the little boy who was sound asleep in the playpen looking like a little angel, which Tim would argue was not and he was holding onto a little teddy bear in his sleep.
"You stay up all night with him than." Tim said going over to the coffee pot before noticing that it was cold. "Wha... What time is it?!"
"It's... well know it's one minute till eight."
"Oh my god- I need to get to Wayne Enterprises! I have a meeting at eight thirty!" Tim rushed over to the counter where he had set his briefcase, grabbing it before rushing towards where the car keys hung taking only a moment to pick out one. "I'll see you guys later around six."
"Wait, what about Bruce?"
"Surely you can handle one little baby?" Tim gave him a smile before leaving out. "Good luck."
"Alright. Can be that hard." Dick smiled. "Good thing he's asleep."
Almost as if hearing him Bruce sat up suddenly crying loudly.
"... JASON? DAMIAN?"
Somewhere two doors slammed shut.
To PrettyKitty-Luvs-U: Yes, Bruce is out get his mini revenge. Watch out, boys, the cuteness is upon you. Thank you I'll try to fix them asap
To Sapphire-Roz: Tim to the rescues! Lol poor Tim
To Renx27: Alfred knows everything lol.
Tograndshadowseal: They shall find out soon. 8D