Thanksgiving Traditions -- Tim Drake x Reader, Batfamily x Reader
Happy Thanksgiving lovelies!! This is one of my favorite holidays and I felt the need to write a prompt for today! I hope each and every one of you has a wonderful Thanksgiving and are surrounded by the people who love you. So, from all of us here at ask-a-robin, have a fantastic Thanksgiving!!
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“This is ridiculous. Why do I have to watch this obnoxious parade?”
“Did I mention that there’s a dog show afterwards?” You asked sweetly.
Damian scoffed but seemed to settle into his seat on the couch. Your boyfriend chuckled at his brother’s actions. You both knew asking Damian to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade was a long shot, but for some reason he had agreed. You secretly believed Bruce had coerced him into it. Or it could be that the Son of Batman was starting to feel the holiday spirit. Either way, you were happy to have the extra company.
You snuggled in closer to Tim’s side as you watched the parade. He put his arm around your shoulders and gave your upper arm a gentle squeeze. Unlike the rest of his brothers, Tim had lived a relatively normal childhood, so doing mundane things like watching parades and having big dinners for Thanksgiving wasn’t as alien to him. He was more than willing to spend the better part of the day with you watching the parade and then the dog show. The fact that one of his siblings was also present was an added bonus.
An overly dramatic gasp drew your attention away from the marching band that had just started to perform on-screen. “You guys are watching the parade without me?!”
“Don’t sound so offended Grayson. It’s just a parade.”
“A parade,” Dick said as he dropped into the open armchair near his youngest brother, “that only happens once a year!”
“I never imagined you would be so into this parade Dick.”
“Are you kidding? This is a Wayne family time honored tradition!”
You gave the first Boy Wonder a droll look. “Really? Bruce would sit down with all of you and watch the parade?”
“I never said that. Still doesn’t mean I skipped watching it.”
Your expression softened at his last comment. The image of a young Dick sitting by himself in the TV room watching the parade all alone made your heart ache. You understood that Bruce’s job as both the CEO of Wayne Enterprises and as Batman kept him constantly busy, but that didn’t make it any more understandable as to why he would leave his sons to their own devices. It’s no wonder all of them joined the vigilante game.
The room fell back to silence as the four of you watched the parade. A snide remark from Damian here and there was all the conversation that went on.
It was about half way through the parade when Alfred stepped into the room. “Ah, I’d wondered where you all had wondered off to.”
“Happy Thanksgiving Alfred!” You chirped happily which made the butler chuckle.
“One ‘Happy Thanksgiving’ will suffice for the day Miss (Y/N).”
Tim motioned the older man over. “Come join us Alfred. You’ve missed most of the parade, but you can still see all of the dog show.”
“I’ll have to decline Master Timothy. Someone has to make the Thanksgiving dinner after all.”
“I’ll take Alfred’s cooking over takeout any day.” Jason spoke as he moved passed the man in question. His eyes narrowed at the seating arrangement. “Why is the only open seat next to the demon brat? I’d rather die again than sit next to him.”
Damian growled at the Red Hood. “That could be arranged.”
“Come on you two, it’s Thanksgiving! At least attempt to be brotherly for today, please?”
You gave the two the best puppy dog eyes you could muster. You knew your wide (E/C) eyes could make even the mighty Batman reconsider his actions. Jason’s exasperated groan and Damian’s incoherent muttering let you know that you had been successful. The dark-haired man plopped down next to his brother with an irritated look on his face. The tension only lasted for a few more minutes before the two become engrossed in the TV. The other two Wayne boys chuckled at them. Tim placed a tender kiss to your temple.
“You’re a miracle worker sweetheart.”
“Anything for family.”
BONUS!
Bruce was glad to finally be out of the office. He did his best not to work on holidays, but sometimes he couldn’t get around it. The Dark Knight counted his blessing for not working too late. It was still rather early and if he was lucky Bruce could relax for a while before dinner.
He had just stepped through the front doors when his ears picked up shouting from the TV room. Curious, Bruce walked closer to investigate.
“You’re even dumber than I thought if you believe that mutt will win.” Damian’s voice sneered at someone, more than likely Jason or Tim.
“That mutt,” Jason growled, “has won the past three dog shows.”
(Y/N) piped up, “I think the corgi should win.”
“That little thing? It looks like a bread loaf.”
“Your face looks like a bread loaf!” Jason snapped.
The sounds of a struggle soon followed. Bruce shook his head in amusement at their behavior. How they hadn’t already gotten into a fight yet today was beyond him. Knowing (Y/N), she probably guilt tripped his boys into acting somewhat civil. Again he shook his head and began to walk to the kitchen with a content smile on his face.
~Mod Nerd Bird
Here's a little something from my days on ask-a-robin. And for those who aren't watching the dog show today, the Pembroke Welsh Corgi won 1st in the Herding group!!
