"Aw, the baby's so cute," Edward smiled hugging the little baby close. "I'm Edward, what's your name?"
"He's name is Bruce." Tim said before turning to Dick and Jason. "You two are going to have to take care of Bruce tonight."
"Whoa, whoa, hell no." Jason glared at Tim. "You take care of him."
"Jason, I can't, I'm drugged up on my medication." Tim pointed to himself. "Just for tonight and you have Dick and Damian so you guys are fine."
"I can take care of the baby." Edward said hugged little Bruce close. "I can be a Nanny."
"Yeah, let the little pipsqueak take care of, Bruce, right…" Jason glared back at Tim who had his eyes close swaying. "Go to bed, brat."
"Your such a jerk." Tim turned. "Good night."
Tim was asleep peacefully catching up with sleep and from his passinfg out so he was relaxing when something laid down next to him. Opening his eyes Tim saw Edward and Jonathan in his bed and between them was Bruce.
Wait.
They had the baby?!
They had Bruce!
What?!
WHAT?!
"Where's Dick and Jason?" Tim sat up looking at Bruce as he fussed. "Here, let me hold him."
"They left a long time ago." Jonathan said. "We found food to feed him."
"And we gave him a bath." Edward said. "And he only fell under the water three times."
Dick answered his com. "Hey, Red Robin-"
"YOU LEFT THE BABY WITH TWO KIDS!"
"Uh, they said they could handle it?" Dick laughed. "Besides we've only been gone for half hour."
"It's been five hours." Tim growled rubbing his face. "You need to get home. Now. They can't watch the kids and I'm still dizzy."
"Alright I'll be home soon." Dick promised. "See you in a little bit."
"Alright." Tim said before hanging up. "Ugh, alright let's watch a movie well they get home. How about this movie? I bet you two haven't seen it."
"What's its called?"
"It's called Toy Story." Tim smiled before putting it on. "I'm going to change Bruce and put him in the crib but here are some snacks, Okay."
"Are you coming back?" Edward asked looking worried. "And do you know when Bruce is coming back?"
"I'll be back and don't worry," Tim ruffled their hair. "I'm sure when baby Bruce goes home big Bruce will be back."
"Can we stay up until then?"
"No, because when don't know when he's coming back." Tim picked up the baby and waited until everything was set up before going to put Bruce in sleeping clothes. "There, that's much better."
The one year old stared at him with those cute eyes.
"I'm amazing they didn't accidently kill you." Tim took Bruce back to his room before laying him down in the crib. "Alright, you jut sleep and I'll just lay down."
Getting back into bed Tim slowly drifted off with two kids sitting at the end of his bed watching a movie and eating and baby Bruce rolling around in the crib. Dick would be there soon so that would be so than he could take over. With that in mind the third Robin drifted off to sleep.
But only for a few minutes because Dick never showed up.
Damian heard panicking voices and sobbing. Wondering what the hell it was he stopped by Drake's room and listened in to the panicky voices but they were too mumbled by door. It was almost twelve in the afternoon and he had yet to see anyone.
However wondering got the best of him and Damian knocked on the door. "Drake. Open."
Nothing.
"Open the door!"
Nothing.
Instead of waiting Damian checked the nob and it was open. Pushign it open he was met with Drake passed out on the floor, two crying children and his Father as a baby just sitting there staring in what seemed to be shock.
Jason and Dick had expected a few thing when finally coming home that evening. One was a good meal, probably take out since they really didn't cook and some music, bother the brats and late take off into the night to beat up some bastard.
What they didn't expect was for Damian to sneak up behind them and slam their heads against the wall.
"What the fu-"
"Damian?!"
"The hell is wrong with you idiots?!" Damian glared. "Leaving Drake in such a state! Had I not come home early from school, he might of died and I would have had to watch the little rats and Father!"
"What?!" Dick jumped. "I know I didn't come home but Tim would have forgiven me."
"You idiot, Drake's been sick and now he's on bedrest at the hospital." Damian nodded his head into the Manor. "And Pennyworth is back early and wishes to speak with you.
Oh hell.
"I'm fine, Kon really," Tim said through his phone. "Just a little sick but they make a big deal out of it. I just need to rest for a few days."
"Still, you gotta be careful. I'll visit you as soon as I'm done fixing Grandma's tractor."
"That'd be fun. Oh hold on, someone's here. See you later." Tim hung up before scowling at who walked into the room. "What do you want Damian?"
"I was sent by Pennyworth and was told to bring you these." Damian handed him a bag with some fresh pajamas and some books. "Also, I'm avoided the mess of children. However I did enjoy watching Grayson and Todd cower in front of Pennyworth's gaze."
"Alfred can be scary…" Tim sat back. "So, how are the kids?"
"I don't know."
Rolling his eyes Tim paused seeing Damian stake a seat next to him. "Um… what are you doing?"
"I'm not going back or I'll watch to watch them and apparently putting them in a closet to play this hide and seek game is apparently the wrong way to play."
"What did you do?!"
"I locked the door of Crouse."
"I pry you never have any children, Damian, because they would be so much therapy Bruce woul go bankrupted."
"Tt." Damian stayed silent. "Hey, Drake?"
"What?"
A scary grin formed on his face. "Want to play a game.
'Help me…'
Edward was playing a game of chess with Jonathan when someone came over ad leaned over them. Looking up they both stared at the person.
"Edward? Jonathan?" The sixteen year old said. "Is that you?"
"Um…?" Jonathan frowned at him. "Yes?"
"It's Bruce!" Edward cheered. "Whoa, how did you grow so big?!"
Bruce had questions and he wanted answers.