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crossposted on my ao3 wc: 3k cw: canonical character death, grief, swearing
a/n: just want to put it out there that i haven’t read that many comics. this is for pure fun. okay thank you. have fun. inspired by a post i saw by @robs-your-robins a while ago. this is the backstory to it (i’ll try and find it 🤧🤧😭😭) (reupload cos tumblr was tweaking out)
tim’s trying. he really is. but when you mix a cloning device with sleep deprivation and an ungodly amount of caffeine you dont get anything good (or do you?) he just missed kon. he didn’t mean to make a baby. especially not one that looks like him. but he’s got one now and while he still misses kon, the ache is a little less painful with his son in his arms.
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tim is grieving. mix that with bad decisions at three am and caffeine you end up with a baby
tim just wanted kon back but now he’s got a baby.
Tim was quite frankly, exhausted. He was 18 years old, had just lost the love of his life, his dad, and Bruce had gone missing for a hot second and now he had a baby to take care of. While, yes, technically it was his baby, well his and Kon’s, he really didn’t have the mental/emotional stability to be looking after a baby. Especially one that looked like Conner. He would probably break down every time he saw it.
He cracked open another Monster can and rested his head on his desk. He never meant to create a baby. He just wanted Kon back. Was that such a crime? Apparently so, since everyone just gave him pitying looks every time they saw him. Cassie and Bart in particular.
It had been three hours since the cloning process had gone wrong. Sure, he could blame it on a lack of sleep, grief, whatever the hell he wants, but nothing takes away from the fact that he willingly put his and Kon’s DNA into the test tube.
Tim had simply run out of Lex’s DNA to mix with Clark’s and all he wanted was to have Kon back. He didn’t mean to mess up so spectacularly. He glanced over at the tube where the baby- his baby was still frozen. According to the scanner, it was around 10 weeks. He rubbed his eyes. God, what was he going to do?
He was in the freaking Titans Tower basement with a baby in a containment. His fucking baby, mind you. Jesus. He tipped back in his chair, eyeing the containment tube again. He should get the baby out and work from there.
He grabbed a spare blanket off the back of a chair and wrapped the squirming child in it once he got it out. A sob lodged itself in his thought when his baby opened their eyes and all Tim could see was Kon. (Steph would be proud of his swaddle though, he knew taking those baby classes with her would pay off one day.)
Blue eyes met blue eyes and Tim melted as his son cooed up at him, a smile flickering across his face. He could do this. He was Timothy fucking Drake-Wayne. A baby wasn’t a challenge. He could provide for, and care for, and love this baby with the same love he carried for Kon. First things first though, he needed to get out of this basement without anyone seeing him.
He swayed on the spot, his son curled against his chest, he could feel his head swimming from the lack of sleep, and the warm weight of a baby in his arms was making him sleepy but he needed to get out of here. But where would he go? It’s not like he could very well go back to the Manor, Bruce would immediately call Clark and Tim didn’t have the emotional stability to be scolded by both of them, and he would make a big deal out of it. Granted, that would happen no matter what he did, seeing as Tim accidentally made a biological baby of his and Conner’s.
He sighed, rubbing his temple with his free hand. What to do? He looked down at the now sleeping baby. Right, he should probably find someone who knew how to care for babies and wouldn’t tell anyone.
Jason.
The guy was always around Lian, he had to have picked up something by this point. Tim nodded to himself, that was where he would go, then he would go to his own apartment. It was the one place that B didn’t know about, Tim had bought it as a place to go when he and B got into arguments. Now, he supposed, it would be his refuge as he raised the child singlehandedly.
Before he left, he spotted Kon’s jacket, draped over his desk chair and he grabbed it before he could have any second thoughts. He would not leave this one part of his boyfriend behind. He slid the jacket on, tucking his sleeping son into it. The jacket was large enough that it fit snugly with both of them in it.
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His head was foggy by the time he reached Jason’s apartment, and that was without accounting for the headache that was forming since his baby wouldn’t stop crying. Tim was on the verge of tears, his baby was wailing against his chest, it must have been a sight to see when Jason finally opened his door, disgruntled that his sleep was being disturbed. Tim stared at him for a few seconds before promptly bursting into tears.
Jason’s eyes widened with alarm, Tim had never cried around him, this was new. He ushered his younger brother into his apartment and sat him on the couch, rubbing his back and pointedly not asking about the sobbing child in Tim’s arms.
When Tim’s sobs had petered off into soft hiccups, Jason finally asked a question, “Tim… Why the fuck are you here at 3 fucking am with a baby?” Tim sniffled a couple times, rubbing his eyes and nose with the sleeve of Conner’s jacket, “I didn’t know where else to go. You’re the only one I know who wouldn’t tell me to go to Bruce” Jason sighed, ruffling Tim’s hair, “The kid’s yours then.”
Not a question, a statement, there was nothing Tim could do but nod and spill the whole sombre story.
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Jason leaned back against the couch, his hands running through his hair, “Damn…” Tim sighed, tucking his knees up as much as he could and rocking his still crying son in his arms. Though the cries had waned into small whimpers, Tim could feel his heart break with each tiny one, especially when he looked down and saw watery blue eyes, Conner’s eyes. “I just… need help. I can’t exactly do this myself. I’m eighteen, for fuck’s sake. Jay.. just. Help me please. You must know something from being around Lian all the time.”
Jason rubbed his jaw and nodded, getting off the couch, “One sec.” He disappeared down the hall, into what Tim assumed was his bedroom and came out a couple seconds later, dragging a half-asleep, half-naked Roy.
Tim’s ears went red; he did not want to know why Roy was here. He looked down at his son again, stroking the kid’s wispy curls off his forehead. God he looked so much like Conner.
Jason dragged Roy over to the couch and pointed at Tim’s baby, “He needs help with that.” Roy blinked owlishly, his head bobbing incredulously between Jason and Tim and his son, and back again before Jason whacked his shoulder, “Seriously Roy. I don’t know what to do with a baby, Timbo sure as hell don’t.”
Tim pasted on a smile for Roy and nodded, “Help.” Roy exhaled through his nose, “So. Someone’s going to explain this to me when we’ve got you settled. First things first, what’s the little guy’s name?” Tim blanched and glanced over at Jason who had a similar expression. Tim hadn’t given his son a name.
He looked down at the baby in his arms and back up to Roy, who was waiting expectantly, “I- uh. Hadn’t gotten that far along. I was mostly still panicking. But I can do it now. Uhm.”
The three of them sat in silence while Tim tried to quiet his kid and think of a name on the fly. He finally nodded to himself and held up the whimpering boy to his brother and his brother’s boyfriend, “Meet Sebastian Thomas Drake-Wayne. Bruce’s is also Thomas so… And I’ve always liked the name Sebastian, I think Kon would have as well.” He smiled wistfully down at Sebastian, tears pricking his eyes. Jason rubbed his shoulder and looked expectantly up at Roy, “What now?” Roy held his arms out for Sebastian, who let out another all cry when his father transferred him over. Roy gently rocked the boy, his expression softening, “It’s been a while…” He looked back up at Tim, “Have you fed him yet?”
Tim grimaced and shook his head, his fingers curling into the leather of the jacket, “I came straight here.” Roy looked mildly disappointed before turning to Jason, “Go to the 24-hour shop round the corner and get some diapers, baby formula and if they have any, baby clothes, if not though we have Lian’s old ones in the storage room right?” Jason stood up and grabbed his wallet, “Sure, I’ll check later.” He looked over at Tim, “Don’t worry baby bird, we’ll get ya all sorted out. And bonus, B won’t know till you tell him. If you want to at all.”
Tim nodded absently, he seemed to be nodding a lot lately, and tucked his knees up on the couch, letting Roy take the lead with Sebastian for a second while Tim took in the fact that he made an actual baby. He, Timothy Drake-Wayne, had created a baby of his and Kon’s in attempts to bring back Kon. He was a disaster, but at least he wasn’t alone anymore.
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Jason came back from the shops quietly enough that it wouldn’t disturb his younger brother, who was currently dead asleep on his couch, Roy sitting next to him still cradling Sebastian. Jason huffed out a soft laugh, running a hand through his hair. It was kind of insane. That was his nephew. Damn. He didn’t think Tim, out of all his siblings, would be the one to end up a teen parent (he had chosen to pretend Steph’s didn’t count. He knew it still hurt her to talk about).
He set the bags down on his counter, gesturing for Roy to come to the kitchen so they could feed his nephew and not disturb the exhausted teenager on his couch. Roy ambled over, sleep still clouding his eyes, the curiosity of the whole situation fighting to be the most pressing concern of his boyfriend’s.
Jason rummaged in the bag for the baby formula and handed it to Roy who handed him the baby. Jason’s eyes widened in alarm, holding the child like it was a bomb, actually, he’d probably held bombs with less apprehension. Roy just raised an eyebrow at him like; that’s your nephew Jay. Deal with it.
Soon enough, Tim had woken up to feed his son for the first time, and they were both settled in the spare bedroom of Jason’s apartment. Roy had taught Tim how to change a diaper, so baby Seb was comfortable in a clean diaper and an old romper of Lian’s that Jason had found in one of Roy’s drawers. He wasn’t entirely sure why it was there though.
The younger boy slept for a solid three hours before Seb woke him up, crying for something. By this time, Jason and Roy had gone back to sleep, their door cracked open just a little so, should he need them, Tim could get them.
Tim was slightly frazzled, his hair was a mess, his son was whimpering in his arms, and the damn kettle wasn’t boiling fast enough. He just wanted a bottle for Seb and then to sleep again before he had to deal with the reality of the situation.
He thumbed at his phone, scrolling through his message while he swayed around the kitchen in an attempt to sooth Seb. He had many unread messages from Cassie and Bart, so he sent off a quick text, letting them know he was alright and that he was just taking a break after everything. They both responded instantly with reassurances and promises to get him anything he needed.
He laughed quietly; he loved his friends. They were always there when he needed them. He was going to tell them about his son. Eventually. He scrolled down in his messages, hovering over Dick’s contact. He wanted to tell his family, and his older brother was a good place to start but he just didn’t know how the man would react.
Well. He’d probably be overly concerned and would take it in stride, but Tim really didn’t know if he had any tears left in him. So, he just sent him a message asking him to come by Jason’s apartment with reassurances that he was fine, just had something to tell Dick.
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His broken sleep was shattered by someone banging on the door, he groaned and rolled over onto his back. Seb was already staring at him, blinking owlishly while he broke into a small smile. Tim cooed at his son, running a finger over his small face. The two of them lay there for a bit before Tim remembered that he told Dick to come over. He sat bolt upright just as the door burst open.
Dick was standing in the doorway, Jason looking exasperated behind him, ”Sorry Timmy, I tried to stop him, but ya know how he is.” Tim nodded, swallowing nervously as he tugged at the sleeves of his jacket (which he had not taken off yet. He was attached, let him live). Dick’s gaze roamed over him, checking for injuries before he smothered him in a hug, “I was so worried Tim. You just disappeared from Titans Tower and then I got your message and- why the fuck is there a baby in your bed?”
Dick pulled away from Tim, who in turn scooped up his son, cradling close to his chest, “See that’s why I called you over… Uhm.” He held up the boy, “Meet your nephew, Sebastian Thomas Drake-Wayne.” Tim smiled awkwardly while his older brother choked on his spit, “What!?”
After he repeated the whole story to Dick, the older man wrapped him in another hug, “I’m so sorry you went through that all alone. I should have been there for you Tim.” Tim shook his head against Dick’s shoulder, shifting the weight of his son in his arms, “It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I just- I just wanted Kon back, and now I have a whole kid to look after...”
Dick leaned back, his eyes roving over Tim once more, “Let us help you then.” Tim shrugged one shoulder, “If you want to, you don’t have to feel obligated to though-“ He was cut off by Dick ruffling his hair, ”None of that. Now, can I hold my nephew.” He grinned and held his hands out expectantly. Tim laughed softly and handed Seb over, the boy squirming as his dad gave him away.
He whimpered in Dick’s arms, before the man looked down and cooed at the baby. All tears disappeared and the boy cooed right back, comforted by familiar blue eyes. Dick looked up at Tim, his eyes teary, “He looks like the perfect mix of you and Conner. He’s gorgeous, Timmy.” Tim gave his brother a wry smile, “That’s what you get when you accidentally make a baby while trying to clone your boyfriend.” Dick shoved his shoulder playfully.
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Dick didn’t let go of his nephew for the next few hours, only relenting when Tim had to change his diaper. The three brothers spent the whole learning how to care for a baby from Roy, who was begrudgingly wrapped round Seb’s tiny finger.
When his older brothers went shopping for baby clothes, Tim stayed in the apartment, he wasn’t ready for the world to know about his son. He took a much-needed nap, Seb curled on his chest, the two boys dead to the world for a while.
Tim was sitting in an armchair, feeding Seb when Dick and Jason finally came back, bickering amicably and they dumped bags of clothes onto the floor. Tim glanced up at them as they unpacked the bags. He did think they went a tiny bit overboard.
“So, we got clothes bigger than ten weeks ‘cause obviously he’s going to grow and- wait- I just gotta-“ Dick grinned and held up matching Batman and Robin onesies, “Jay picked these out, we got the whole gang.”
Jason was rubbing the back of his neck, his ears red, “They were on sale.” Tim shifted Seb to one arm, letting the boy grab at the bottle and reached out for the clothes, a smile spreading across his face, “No one would ever believe you were such a sap Jay.” Jason chucked a balled-up receipt at his head, his ears red. “I was joking, Jesus. Always have to go straight to violence.” Tim chucked the receipt back.
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The next challenge was getting to Tim’s apartment without anyone seeing them, none of them wanted Seb to be public knowledge. So, Tim, armed with his brand-new baby holder and Conner’s jacket, covered his son, essentially smothering him, and put on his own reinforcements, just so they could all get to the nearest Zeta tube, which luckily was only a block down. Also, no one recognised them on the way, so Tim counted himself lucky, maybe this was the universe being nice to him after like shitting on him. Continuously.
When they reached his apartment, he let his brothers go, promising he would be alright and that he would call them if he needed to. Tim was perfectly content to be alone with his son for now. That’s how it would be from now on, so he would have to get used to it.
As soon as the door closed, Tim slid down to the floor and let himself cry. He missed Kon, he was eighteen and a parent, and even with the support of his brothers, it wasn’t the same as having his boyfriend back. He didn’t even know if Kon ever wanted kids, and he certainly wouldn’t want them to be created the same way he had been. So, Tim cried. And then he picked himself up off the floor and was a dad to his son.
He could do this. He would be great at it. The next step was to inform his entire family. And maybe the Kents. (Well… maybe not the Kents just yet).
He sent out a message to their siblings group chat and hoped for the best when they all turned up at his door in the morning. This would be so fun.
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