When Bruce walked into Tim's apartment he barely recognized it.
Tim was a genius and like most geniuses they tended to be mess. Things everywhere and become sorta of like a hoarder. Tim had so many things stacked everywhere and had piles and piles of random items in each room and even back at the Manor if Alfred didn't keep on Tim than they would come into the teens' room to find piles of things everywhere.
At the moment the apartments had things stacked up and put away and the sides of the walls had everything in a neat order with papers taped on them marking what they were so books, markers, papers, lines paper, comic books, books A-C, books D-G, and so on until it reached the end and why in the world did Tim have five encyclopedias?
The kitchen would have met Alfred's strict standards. Seeing a cup of coffee sitting there Bruce turned to where the noise of things being moved here and there and wandered to the master bedroom which was also clean so that meant Edward had gotten here and started right away. The sound eached from the bedroom.
Walking to the door he watched as Edward was fixing the medicnie cabient and putting Tim's mesince ins order and he was refiling the Mondday thruough Sunday med box before handing it to Tim who was just standing there watching and listening to Edward talk about one of his favorite riddles.
"Ahem."
"Bruce!" Tim hurried over ot him. "He cleaned everything!"
"You should be thanking me!" Edward chided. "I opened the door and thought I would be swallowed by the sea of decay."
"It's not decayed and I needed everything in each room."
"I doubt that." Edward closed the cabinet before started to clean the mirror. "By the way Mr. Wayne your son is a hoarder and do you realize a seventeen year old can't live alone?"
"I own the building." Bruce said. Well, he owned it now. He bought it as soon as he came back from being lost in time and made sure that Tim never had to pay rent even if Tim floated between apartment and Wayne Manor. "I let Tim have the penthouse."
"Well, that can't be right." Edward frowned. "I'm supposed to live here with a roommate."
"It must be an error." Bruce moved Tim out of the bathroom and his son looked up at him. "I need coffee."
"Alright, I'll get you some."
"Edward, do you have a paper or an email saying that you were supposed to room here?"
"Yes," Edward reached into his pocket pulling out a letter. "It's signed and everything."
Bruce took it out and looked over it reading and had it not been for a slight misspelling of an word that had at least forty charters in ti than he would have to dug a bit deeper before findoing out that Jason had tampered it it, most likely to get under Tim's skin.
"Ah." Bruce smiled at him. "I'll be back."
"I'll come with you."
"Is that a stain in the tub?"
"Where?" Edward whipped from before grabbing some more cleaning supplied. "I be there in a little bit."
Ah, thank you god for letting Edward be a little neat freak.
"You're a jerk." Tim hissed at hidden shadow outside his balcony. "What if he had found something?"
"What's wrong replacement? Can't handle it?"
"Jason." A voice growled and both former Robins shrunk back a little. "Explain. Now."
"It was all good fun."
"Fix this." Bruce gave him a warning glare. "Now. Tim, let's go."
Tim glared at Jason before turning to lave.
"Daddy's boy."
Tim ignored the comment and went inside to see if the coffee was ready before taking out two-no, three cups out and putting the old coffee cup in the sink before pouring out three cups. Placing sugar and creamer down Tim picked up the black mug he kept aroudn for Bruce and handed it to him.
"Thank you, Tim."
"Your welcome." Tim took one and sighed as he sipped. "So, now what?"
"Let him finish your apartment." Bruce looked around. "I can't believe it..."
"What?" Tim blinked looking at the floor too. "What is it?"
"I've never seen the floor before." Bruce smiled when his son tried to stifle a laugh before they both rook a drink and heard the water running. "I have this feeling he's not leaving."
"Well..." Tim looked around. "It is nice to see the floor... and it does feel kinds lonely with no one else here."
"You can always moved completely back into the Manor."
This seemed to make Tim uncomfortable and Bruce could see his mind racing about something. Reaching over he caressed his son's right side of his face bringing comfort to his still traumatized son.
So many things happened when he was gone. Most of which had happened to Tim and Tim was never one to bring attention to himself nor was he one to complain but Tim moving out of the Manor? The obvious strain on his brother relationship with Dick? That wasn't normal and now that Tim was missing a spleen and on so many medications had him concerned.
To be honest Bruce wanted all his kids under one roof and yes, some where old enough to live on their own he could tell that Tim needed healing first. Sure enough Tim moved until he was in Bruce's arms hugged tightly. Holding his son close Bruce figured they would have to spend some time together out of the office.
"Alright, the tub is clean," Edward walked out wearing an apron and taking off rubber gloves and a smile his face. "Everything is officially clean!"
"Thank you." Bruce said as Tim turned to hid his face in Bruce's chest because he didn't' want anyone to see him being sad. "Edward, about you staying here-"
"I understand... I can leave and get an hotel tonight and look for a place to live..." Edward looked at Tim. "I understand not wanting an ex-con around your child."
"I was going to ask if you would stay." Bruce looked at Tim. "He comes to the Manor most of the nights but when he's here it's easier if someone else is here and you did clean up the whole place... I know you've changed Edward."
"Um, thank you," Edward smiled before picking up some suitcases. "i'll see myself to the guest room."
"Oh no..." Tim mumbled into Bruce's chest. "He can't open the door."
"Why not?"
Edward opened the door only to be buried under hundred of clothes, that Tim may have wore once, but most where still in their bags and boxes screamed as posters and more books fallowed and the only thing you could see was some redhead sticking out.
"Tim... remember when I asked you if you had a shopping problem and you said no...?"
"...I lied..."
Hello everyone! I know, I know...I've been gone and I'm sorry. I lost my muse of writing BatFamily. HOWEVER! I met someone on Archive of Our Own and she had given me amazing ideas and have gotten me back into writing! Would like you all for reading this story!
To This-person-can-t-write: Nope, they have no idea what's in for them! XD
To grandshadowseal: Lol Cupcakes everywhere! Edward knows no bound with them XD OMG thankyou so much for your reviews! I loved them and I know this is over a year old but thank you again! 8D
To PinkBat7941: Lol Tim needs coffee and maybe a nap before using Damian as a defense! XD Thank you Pink for your review!
To a-fanfictioner: That might actually happened lol