Hello, world. I never meant for this to be a chapter. I had this on my computer since the beginning of this story though and knew that it could never be it's own fan fiction. Therefore, it is now the 'bonus' chapter, taking the most important moment from Dick's point of view. Hope you all enjoy it.
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Out with Robin
You know there is this little thing about life that I occasionally can't stand, it's unpredictable and predictable at once. Like, I thought I had planned it out well enough to deal with the Joker. Tim wouldn't be like me, right? He's a good kid and probably as scared shitless of Bruce as I was.
Let's just say, I should've seen it coming way before the head manic started to chitchat about fucking little birdies.
"Robin?" I hissed. "What are you doing here?"
"I-" he never got to finish his sentence, seeing as how a bomb went off.
We both ducked for cover, remembering Batman's training very well. In my early days, I never would've thought that all those stupid exercises were actually helpful.
Coughing, I stood up. From the look of it, the Joker got away and I wouldn't be seeing him again that night. Not as bad as it could be certainly, but still pretty bad. I didn't really blame the kid, but I was pissed that I had let him get away and didn't keep enough of an eye on Robin.
Sighing I looked over at Robin, he appeared to be scared but fine. He opened his mouth to talk, but I stopped him. "Get in the car, now."
He nodded and scrambled to get in. If the night hadn't been so stressful I would've laughed at his haste.
Climbing in on the diver's side I started the car. "You've got until we get to Wayne Manor to save your ass from Bruce, start talking." And if I was correct, it would be literally saving his ass, Bruce use to spank me for every major and many minor screw ups. I'm sure he'd never changed that.
"You said you'd take me with you!" he accused. Yeah, like that was going to help his case at all. I had to resist rolling my eyes.
"I sure did, but I didn't say tonight." I glance over at him. "In fact, I believe I told you to home. So put that one on the list to tell Bruce." Oh boy, that list was just getting longer and longer for him too.
"Come on, don't tell him Dick." he whined.
"I thought you were too old to be whining." I ignored the annoyed look he shot me. "I can't ignore this Tim, so you're going to face big bad Bruce."
I looked back down at Tim who looked like he was torn between killing me and killing himself. I reached over to ruffle his hair, "Hey, kid don't worry. I've done much worst." Yeah, I don't think I'll tell him the stories until he's a little older though, I don't want Bruce accusing of giving him ideas. I almost had to smile, thinking about the mayhem I caused.
"But he's going to be so mad at me." Tim groaned, "And probably won't take me out with him for a month." I remember that being the ultimate punishment; a stinging ass only lasted for so long, but not being able to be Robin would crush me. Although, a burning rear was no fun either.
"Consequences, one of Bruce's favorite words." I muttered, but started to felt a bit bad for the kid. Yeah, he managed to put his life needlessly in danger, something Bruce made painfully clear to me never to do, but he was still just a kid. I remember when I was his age I was terrified of an angry Bruce. "Look, there isn't a way out of it. I know Bruce is probably going to give you one hell of a spanking." I noticed a blush creep up on his cheeks. "And ground you or whatever. But he's your guardian, and needs to know."
Tim frowned at first and grumbled, "Why cant you just to it?"
It's a damn good thing that I had my brakes replaced recently, although slamming on them didn't help much. "What?" I was blindsided with that one.
"Why can't you just punish me and not tell him?" he asked in a real small voice, looking rather terrified. That might be my fault for hitting the brakes so fast.
Damn this kid, he's way too smart to be doing dumb stuff(like I use to do). I went silent for a moment to think how best to answer this. "Hypothetically, I could. I'm not going to though."
"Why not?" he made it sound as if it was challenge.
"Cause…" Shit, shit, shit, I really didn't have an answer. I gritted my teeth, I didn't see a way out of this one. "Fine."
"Fine?" Tim sounded so hopeful, like getting spanked from me wouldn't that as bad as what Bruce would do to him. In all honesty, it might've been given that Bruce would surly tack on a few extra things as part of the punishment.
"If you want me to spank you, rather than face Bruce by your self, then fine." Relief seemed to wash over him, looks like I'm going to have to talk to Bruce about that one of these days. Bruce would never be abusive, but I'll have to see if he can lighten up on the kid a little, he couldn't be as bad as I was. "But, I'm not going easy on you kid, remember that." Turning the car around, I started to headed back home.
"Dick?" Tim squeaked.
"Yeah?" What now? I was little busy freaking out because I had to give a spanking. I actually think I'm more worried about giving a spanking than I ever was about receiving one. Funny, did Bruce ever have this issue? Then again, I never thought I would be in this situation.
"Thanks, for not telling Bruce." This kid is really is something. I would so be kissing up right now, but I knew Tim wasn't. That boy is nothing like me.
"Mh, you say that now." I hummed, knowing he wouldn't be so thankful when I'm beating his butt.
The rest of the ride was quiet, both of us dreading what would come next when we got back. I will give Tim some credit, he had guts. In no way would I have the balls to do what he did tonight. The only problem was, now it was me that was spanking him.
"Upstairs, suit off, shower. I'll see you after that." I sounded stricter even to myself, but that was really nerves.
"Yes, sir." He replied, nearly sending me to an earlier than planed death, he never called me sir. In fact, I hate that word in general.
But, twenty all too short minutes later I was up in the guestroom faced with a teen that had a spanking coming to him. My, my how things have changed. I remember a lot about being on the other side, unfortunately.
He looked a little put out by this whole things, at least that made two of us. I sat down on the bed, "Pants down, come on."
"But Dick!" he whined, his eyes wide and innocent
"Tim, it's late and I'm sure Bruce is enjoying his weekend off. But if you want to go wake him…" I didn't like playing the angry batman card on him, but I didn't see much choice.
"But this isn't fair!" I wanted to snort, since when was anything fair when you were thirteen?
"Kid, you chose this punishment." And mine, regretfully. I should've watched him more, cause I would've and did the exact same thing before. I so wasn't an angel back in my green tight wearing days. Speaking of, who let me outside wearing green tights? That is certainly a fashion don't.
"Sorry," he dropped his eyes to the floor. "You're right."
I positioned him and his white ass over my lap as best as I could. Forcing myself not to hesitate, I brought my hand down. He jerked with surprise, but didn't cry. Trying to keep my nerves under control I unleashed a series of hard smacks on his bottom that was rapidly becoming pink.
Since I'm already overly familiar with Bruce's methods, I decided to apply a few. "What's this for?" I targeted a few for the tender thighs. I was dead serious about not going easy.
"You, ow, can't be, ah, serious!" He protested wiggling about.
"I am." I stated simply.
"Ow, for not obeying!" I hoped that he would play along, then again it was very unlikely that Bruce gave him much of a choice usually.
"And?" He wasn't getting off the hook that easily though.
"What?" he snapped at me.
I sighed, that was exactly what I was talking about. "That rude mouth of yours is getting to be a pain, Tim."
"Ow, I'm sorry." I could've gotten hurt. The joker got away. It's my fault. I'm sorry." he started to bawl right about then. I knew it would happen soon, spankings are terrible like that.
"Tim, you could've gotten killed. What would I tell Bruce then?" I asked him, truly terrified of that possibility. I liked the kid, I couldn't handle letting him get more than a little scratch or bruise. How the hell does Bruce do it? Or Alfred, who generally just deals with the clean up after. "Plus, I like you way too much kid for you to get hurt over something stupid."
I looked at his red ass, and debated if I should use the belt or not. But after hearing him cry, I decided that was enough. I'm sure Bruce wouldn't pussy out on something like this, but I couldn't help it. I landed ten more hard smacks to end it.
Gently I pulled him up and into a hug. Like I said, Bruce's method. I half expected him to hit me or something. I think I might've if I was him. But, he cried into my shirt instead. Just another way that got me to feel even shittier about myself.
I let him sit there, knowing that was the best thing for him at the moment. "You're going to listen to me from now on, right?" I asked, hoping he was still okay about this whole matter.
"Yes, Dick. I promise." Funny I made the same promise and broke it a few million times.
"And you know that this is a one time thing. Any other time and I'm going to report you to Bruce." Heaven and Lord above help me, I can not be doing this again. Like ever.
Tim nodded a bit, sniffling. "Yes."
Good thing, he want fighting with me over that. "Okay, so we have two choices now." I watched him squirm a little and smirked. "You can either go to bed right now, like a good boy. Or…" I gave a dramatic pause. "You can come down stairs and chill with me. I might even throw in some ice cream."
The choice was obvious, "Really Dick?"
"Kid, do I ever lie to you?" I said smiling, yeah he'd be okay. I mean his ass would only be sore for tonight and maybe the morning. I think I was going to recover pretty much too.
The night ended peacefully. I almost laughed my ass off when Tim was pretty much falling asleep into his ice cream, he was such a kid. But, I think that's what I like most about him. That and he has a long road ahead of causing Bruce headaches, not that I'm going to encourage it. I'm just not going to discourage it.
