This fic was inspired by a comic panel I saw a while ago. Damian and Tim were beating up some guy and Nightwing was in the background, just standing there menacingly. I was like 'aw, he's supervising them.' And then somehow got an idea out of that.
Not sure why but this is also set in an AU where Damian and Tim are the same age so they both became Robin and menaces to society. They started out at age ten and are thirteen by the time this fic starts.
Kinda got attached to my henchman OC along the way so he might show up again in some other fic in the future.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own Batman but DC Comics does.
Double Trouble
By Bilbo-sama
Broden "Brody" Thomas, Two Face's second lieutenant, just finished going over the reports (and their duplicates) and had packed them away when he heard a bang outside of the office. He silently cursed and pulled his gun out of its holster.
God he hoped it was some of the newbies messing around or a would be squatter. If it was a rival gang looking to start shit, he'd have to alert Two Face who might flip the coin and they'll have to abandon this place because the stupid coin said so. Getting all the important stuff out in one night would be a pain in the ass.
Broden sighed and opened the door that separated the office from the main floor of the warehouse.
He found nothing.
"Find a new place to squat for the night," he called out.
"Not really up to my standards anyway but all right," said an unfortunately familiar voice.
Nightwing emerged from the shadows and leaned against one of the printers that served as part of the warehouse's counterfeiting operation.
"Hey Brody," he drawled casually, "how's business going? Looks like its going pretty well over here."
"What do you want, kid?" Broden demanded as he carefully watched the vigilante for any sudden movements. He didn't last as long as he did without keeping an eye on the Bat's feral children if they ever showed up.
The second Robin never hesitated to bite if you got too close.
"Not a kid anymore," complained Nightwing, "I can legally drink!"
What the fuck. Broden would be happy to unlearn that the original Robin is in his twenties if only to get rid of the sudden rush of the horrifying realization on how old Broden is.
He then remembered that his step-daughter, who lives in Central now, is trying for a baby last he heard. Fuck.
He was startled out of his impending mid-life crisis when he spotted movement in the corner of his eye.
Ah hell. It's a Robin. One of them at least.
A few years ago there was a rumor going around that the newest Robin had to be a meta of some sort because he was always spotted in multiple places at once.
It turned out to be worse: there were two of them and together they were unholy terrors worse than Nightwing had been when he was their age. At least Nightwing never had a seemingly infinite amount of knives on him.
They had both worn identical costumes updated to include hoods with their capes and green armored tights just so it would be harder to tell them apart at first glance.
Two Face and his compulsive need for two of anything loved the idea until he found out the Robins thought it would be funny if only one of them shows up to a Two Face operation.
The Robins weren't completely identical. As their tenure continued, personality quirks started to pop out like you would expect from twins figuring out the concept of individuality. One of them had a soft spot for animals and would be more vicious if he caught you in the act of hurting one. The other Robin showed more interest in technology and it was becoming harder and harder to keep him from remotely snooping into your files.
"Sup, Moon-Moon," said the Robin and Broden groaned in annoyance. God he hated that nickname. The younger members of the gang wont tell him what it means but he's heard them giggling over it. Must be an internet thing.
A second shadow appears over the printer Nightwing's been leaning on, "Oh. It's just Moon-Moon," the other Robin said with disappointment in his voice.
"Be nice, kids," Nightwing half-heartedly scolded, "he's our current lead on the drug shipments."
And now that they found out about it, the counterfeiting as well. Fuck.
The Robins emerged from the shadows and the other rumor he's been hearing about confirms itself as the young vigilantes reveal their new uniforms. One was wearing mostly black and red and kept the hooded cape while the other kept the classic traffic light colors but the cape was yellow in the inside while the outer layer was black.
"Tonight's a training night," revealed Nightwing as the Robins circled around Broden, "and they gotta practice certain skills somehow."
And he was a convenient target. Double fuck.
"Tonight, Robins," Nightwing's voice now had an instructor's tone, "we're going to focus on the art of interrogation."
"I'm not going to reveal shit," growled Broden and was rewarded with two horrible grins.
"Sure you will, Moon-Moon," said the traffic light Robin twirling a small metal stick before extending it into a bo staff.
"You say that but keep in mind they're thirteen. You know what thirteen year olds are like. You've already lost the fight, Brody."
Broden took a step back when the still hooded Robin revealed a freaking katana.
"Why the fuck do you have a sword?" he demanded.
"Why not?" said the kid with the sword.
"It's awesome, that's why," added the bo staff Robin.
"That too."
"Training begins," Nightwing pretended to check an invisible watch on his arm, "now."
The Robins pounced.
Yeah I lost steam towards the end there. But I'm sure my man Brody will be okay. Probably.
According to some baby name sites, Broden means 'Second Son' and Thomas means 'Twin' and that's why he's spending the next few hours hearing every Moon Moon meme ever made until he cracks.
Two Face: I thought you had two Robins but all I'm seeing is one. I'm not vibing with this.
Non-visible Robin practicing their stealth that night: Sounds like a you problem, loser.