Tim, doomscrolling on his Twitter and reposting all the memes about him surviving being Kirk-ed before the Kirk-ed himself got Kirk-ed: ha ha, that’s hilarious
Tim, waking up in the middle of his sleep with a cold sweat: that was my offical account…
Tim, thinking about how much of a HR and public image nightmare this is going to be and how Tam and Lucius are tear him a new one and Bruce will probably give him those sad dad eyebrows or the scary bat-glare because Tim’s technically celebrating murder: oh no…
Tim, not even two minutes later: eh, he shoud’na died from something so easy to survive then.
Okay but imagine this, Bruce did go to therapy after his parents death, judge’s order. But the therapist was a shitty one just there for money, would tell Bruce all types of stuff and purposely naming ways Bruce could’ve stopped there parents death, and of course a lot of venting from Bruce.
What the therapist didn’t tell anyone is that they recorded almost every single session. And one day when Bruce is maybe in his 30s, being Batman for a whole, few people know about his identity and is apart of the jl. The therapist leaks the therapy tapes to the public
Oo did you see kits post this sounds similar
Bruce goes to W.E. and finds himself swarmed by paparazzi before he can even get out of the car. He steps out and is bombarded with questions and flashing lights.
"Mr Wayne do you agree with Dr Levi that you could've prevented your parent's murder?"
"Brucie! Do you still think it's your fault they died?"
"Mr Wayne do you regret getting your parents killed?"
"Mr Wayne are you still homicidal?"
"Bruce are you still medicated?"
And for all the years Bruce has has media training, he finds himself completely blindsided. Then an arm curves over his shoulder, and broad shoulders are cleaving a path through the vultures. His security manages to get him into the building, and Rogue attack barricades are slammed down to keep the doors closed, the shutters quickly following.
Someone guides Bruce to a seat, another person presses a glass into his hand, a vague voice shouts to lower the lights and the room becomes dim. Then the room goes quiet, and Bruce's heavy breaths are the only sound he can hear.
Then another hand slides over his shoulder, pressing in firmly, and Lucius folds an arm around Bruce, drawing him into an embrace that might be a pin. "In, out," he coaches sternly, pushing through the fugue, and Bruce slowly comes back to himself, and he blinks at the dark lobby, and small clusters of his employees doing their best to busy themselves and keep an eye on him at the same time.
"Tam," he gasps, locking onto a familiar figure. "Can you—"
"I've already called Tim, he is calling the others and they're holing up at the manor. Security teams are lining the perimeter of the grounds and Commissioner Gordon has dispatched some cars to clear the paps at the gates."
"Right," Bruce breathes, heart fluttering like a hummingbird's wings. "Okay." He sags back, and Lucius tightens his grip.
"Sir?" Bruce drags his eyes over to a hovering intern, who gives him a strained smile. "Legal has gathered in conference hall C, and will have a preliminary report within the hour, you are welcome at any time to join and advise."
"T-thank you, Jenny." She nods sharply and scurries off again, and Bruce finds himself trapped when he tries to get up.
"You are not throwing yourself right into work, Bruce. Not for this."
"Lucius—"
"Mr Wayne. For the love of god."
"Lucius. Please." Bruce turns, seeking out the older man's eyes. "Do not make me go home. I will take it easy, but let me work."
"You have the best minds in the city at your disposal—"
"Lucius."
His old friend grinds his jaw, then scowls. "Fine. But we're heading to PR first, give Legal time to scramble their report."
Bruce stands, and they head to the lift. One of Tam's lackeys rushes out of it, running up to them. "Mr Wayne, the board has called to mobilise. Diversion 34c is in place, so you'll have two hours before they arrive, and Miss Fox has authorised further tactics to employ against them."
Lucius grins proudly, and Bruce claps his shoulder hoping no one spots the tremble in his hand. "Thank you, son." He nods and runs off, and Lucius guides Bruce into the lift.
Okay so I accidentally started writing an actual fic and I cba reworking this so off into the wip pile it goes to get dusty dor a lil while wups
Pt2 of dp x dc au where Danny is the 99th attempt to clone Kon by Tim. Danny is an overprotective 2 year old who hates Ra's Al Gul with a passion.
[Pt1: here] [pt3: here]
Tim is more than ready to leave the LoA and stop having to dance around Ra's. He doesn't feel safe, but he needed the resources. Dick made getting them any other way impossible, with him telling the whole hero community he's crazy and needs help and shit. Tim is more than pissed about it, but he can't help but be amused by the outcome.
Sure, Ra's is trying to wife him, and that's awful and terrifying and all, but watching Ra's try to win over a 2 year old who despises his very existence is hilarious. Aedan, or Danny as the toddler is insisting to be called, goes out of his way to be petty to Ra's and clings to Tim any time the man enters the room. Danny has torn or spilled things on paperwork and clothing, left things just out of sight to trip Ra's, put foods in unexpected places as the man steps or sits in it, purposely and maliciously coloured on and destroyed things he found out were Ra's and Ra's alone, and so much more. Tim is kind of proud of the chaos.
But Tim also has to shove down the anxiety that Ra's might have actually did something to Danny while on his missions. Danny was left on base because it was too dangerous to bring him. He tries to get back as fast as safely possible, just in case, though. Danny hasn't said anything yet on WHY he despises Ra's, but Tim is keeping an eye out.
All in all though, Tim has no remorse as he packs up and leaves with Danny in toe, blowing up every base he knows about and draining their accounts on his way out. He leaves Danny with Tam during his final showdown with Ra's, making sure Dick is in the area to catch him. He's not leaving his baby early.
"So I have everything I need to prove Bruce is alive and how to save him. I'm NOT crazy." Tim tells Dick when he wakes up after his fight with a pissed off Ra's, before remembering Danny and chuckling, "Actually, I'm a little crazy. Not about the Bruce thing, or what I did to prove it, but I did do something else insane."
"I believe you... about the Bruce thing." Dick eyes him in concern. "What did you do?"
"I maaaay have cloned Kon."
"You WHAT?" Steph looks absolutely flabbergasted. All his family members do actually, including Alfred.
"Yeah, so, I had a little bit of a mental breakdown." Tim stares at his hands, picking at the nails. "I was really missing Kon and spiraled and now I have a son... surprise.."
There's so much sputtering before Steph slams her hands on the medical bed, silencing everyone and getting Tim to look at her. She's flung her Spoiler mask off and leaning way too close.
"You have a son?? How old is he?? When can we meet him?? What's his name??"
"Er.. his name is Aedan Drake, he insists on being called Danny currently. He's about 2. And you'll be meeting him as soon as I can call Tam. I didn't want either of them near when Ra's came for me." Tim leans away from her. "Especially because Danny seems to hate the guy and puts himself between us at any chance he gets."
"That's concerning" Dick mumbles.
"Yeah.." Tim blinks hard. "I'm not even sure why Danny hates him. I have no idea if Ra's did something to him while I was otherwise engaged. It terrifies me not to know, but I only have the word of a creep and a 2 year old to go off of."
No one seems to know what to say to that. They all silently agree to keep an eye out for any signs Ra's did something to Danny.
"Can you pass me my phone?"
"Sure, Timmy." Dick hands over the phone. "Who do you think is going to be his favourite aunt or uncle?"
"Fuck if I know, the kid is completely different from Kon when it comes to interests. I love it, but it makes guessing what he'll like interesting. Currently, he's obsessed with space and ghost stuff. He likes watching space documentaries over cartoons." Tim chuckles while locating Tam's number.
Steph laughs. "Of course your kid is as weird as you!"
He sticks his tongue at her, and she does it right back. The call connects.
"Tim?"
"Hey, Tam! Not dead yet!" He grins at her groan. "I'm at the manor. Tell Danny to be careful of my ribs before you bring him over."
"Can do. Be there in 20. Danny? Do you want to say hi to your daddy?" Is all the warning Tim gets before his son screeches.
"HI, DADDY!" He can't hold in his laughter. The siblings closest to him look amused, clearly having heard the yelling.
"Hi, Danny! Tam giving you candy?"
"Nooo" Danny is a terrible liar. Tam says something. "See you soon, daddy."
Tam takes the phone before Tim can reply. "He didn't want to sleep before he saw you. I expect he'll crash after seeing your okay, candy or no candy."
"It's fine, Tam. I don't care so long as it doesn't become a regular thing. Now, drive safe."
"See you soon." And the call ends.
Dick sniffles. "My little Timmy is growing up!"
Steph points dramatically at him. "You're a teen dad!!"
"I mean, I'm a teen vigilante and a teen CEO. Being a teen dad is the most normal thing I currently am." Tim says, raising an eyebrow at her. "Beside, you technically were too. Only difference is I'm just keeping the baby I made... Er.. I mean that in the least insulting way possible. I respect your decision, just respect mine."
"Okay, but you virgin Mary-ed your baby. I, at least, got laid for mine."
Tim flushes. "Dude!"
"I'm sure we can still find you someone our age into dilfs and get your cherry popped." Steph grins at him.
"Steph! Shut up about my sex life!" Tim throws a pillow at her and struggles out of bed. "I hate you so much right now."
"Master Tim, please take the crutches if you're planning to leave the med bay." Alfred calls out, and Tim grumbles, but complies. Detouring to the locker room and throwing on a sweater and some sweatpants that's been sitting in his locker for a year. They smell a little musty, but they're clean and cover the bandages. Hopefully his son won't freak out too bad. Losing his spleen traumatized the poor kid.
He heads upstairs to wait near the front door. Dick, Damian, and Steph following behind him like the worse ducklings he could think of. Dick, at least, grabs a chair so Tim can sit while they wait.
"Master Tim, does Master Danny have any allergies? And what are his food preferences?" Alfred asks as he passes out post patrol drinks. Tim doesn't accept his, he doesn't want it to be in the way when Danny comes flying in. Literally. Danny figured out how to float about a month ago, and his feet have barely touched the floor since.
"He's got the same weaknesses as all the other kryptonians. He's not a picky eater and doesn't seem to be allergic to anything food wise, but he hates toast." He smiles at the looks his siblings send him. "Don't ask me why. He just hates toast. Veggies, no problem, but toast? Toast leads to temper tantrums."
Steph cackles loudly at that while a confused Dick chuckles.
"I shall keep that in mind." Alfred sounds amused.
"I've gained massive respect for Ma and Pa Kent. Superpowered toddler tantrums are rough when you're just a human." Tim knows he has a dopey look on his face, but couldn't care less. "Danny's such a sweet kid, though. He gets so distraught if he accidentally hits me and does everything in his childish power to apologize and "make up" for it when he does."
Tim frowns. "Which is another reason I'm worried Ra's did something. Danny would hit, kick, and bite the man anytime he got in range. It seems out of character and more personal than just not wanting to share his dad."
"That is concerning." Dick shares his worried frown. They wipe the looks off their faces when there's a knock on the door. Steph dances over and opens it.
"Hell-"
"DADDY!" A tiny blur darts around her and skids to a stop in front of Tim. He can hear his siblings melt as this tiny child holds up his arms. "Up!"
"Just remember to be careful with my ribs, sweetheart. They got hurt." Tim says while scooping his son up. "You ran right past your aunt and uncles, think you can say hi to them?"
Danny looks at his siblings, seemingly debating if he vibes with them, before waving a tiny hand. "Hi.."
Steph and Dick being overly dramatic and acting like they just suffered a heart attack from cuteness, spooks the poor kid. Danny hides his face in Tim's shoulder. Damian edges closer, blocking Dick and Steph's view. He makes sure to lean down to be more at Danny's eye level.
"Hello, Aedan. I am Damian Al Gul Wayne. I hear you dislike my grandfather. A valid response to meeting the man." Danny peaks at him, and the teen gives him a small smile. "Ignore Stephanie and Richard, they can be a lot, but they mean well."
"Baby Bat!" Dick sounds like close to happy tears.
"Demon Brat! That's the nicest thing you've ever said about me!" The grin is audible in Steph's voice.
"They are, unfortunately, also idiots." Damian says sagely.
"There it is." Tim chuckles, running a hand through Danny's soft feathery hair. Danny looks between Tim and Damian, there's a calculating look on his face, clearly deciding if he should give this "Al Gul" a chance. "It's fine, Danny. He's very different than his grandfather. If you ask him nicely, I'm sure he'll introduce you to his pets."
"Pets?" Danny blinks and turns to fully look at Damian.
"Indeed. I currently have a cat, a dog, a cow, and a turkey." Danny literally vibrates at the news.
"Can I meet them?"
"I'd be more than happy to introduce you tomorrow." Tim has never seen Damian look so soft. "You and your father should get a good night's rest. You'll have more energy to play that way."
Danny pouts, but agrees. "Okay."
"Thanks for babysitting, Tam." Tim calls out to the woman watching everything unfold with amusement.
"No problem. He was an angel, even while sugar high." She grins. "I'd be more than willing to do it again sometime. I'm going to head out now. Bye, Danny!"
"Bye!!" Danny floats a little to wave wildly at her as she leaves. Damian keeps his surprise off his face and not moving in the way of the tot's goodbyes.
"Aedan, may I carry you?" Damian asks once Danny is settled back in Tim's lap. "Your father unfortunately needs to use crutches to get to his room."
Tim is amused by the calculating look sliding back onto Danny's face. He can only imagine the kid's internal debate; let Damian pick him up and the Drakes can retire and cuddle in Tim's room or stay right where he is. It never ceases to amuse Tim on how Danny can ping pong between normal toddler behavior and being ridiculously serious. He blames himself for forgetting to adjust the knowledge download when making him. The kid knows about more things than he should, and it's made him more jaded than a 2 year old should be.
"Okay... on'y cause it's bedtime." Danny informs Damian while holding his arms out. Damian gently picks him up.
"Of course." Tim can't believe how cute his murderous little brother is being. Guess he can add small children to the things that make the teen loosen up.
Tim struggles a little getting up the stairs, but he gets there. Damian waits patiently with a worried Danny at the top. Tim is positive that only reason he isn't being teased is because his siblings don't want his protective baby to dislike them. It's funny, but actually really nice. He's really tired of his family's culture of making fun of any weakness. Danny's cute baby face and hatred for bullying is really going to change this place, Tim just knows it.
Dick carries Danny's baby bag upstairs after them. Tim can feel Dick wanting to coo, but holding it in because Danny keeps eyeing him warily. Just adding to Tim's amusement.
Once in Tim's room, and after good nights are exchanged, Tim and Danny get ready for bed. Tim cleans himself up by taking a bird bath in the sink, not fully willing to commit to a shower just yet. He mostly just doesn't want to change his bandages. He also wants to cuddle his son, who's patiently waiting on the bed with his wolf plushy. He named it Wulf, which was a hilariously Kon thing to do. Tim nearly died from cuteness when Danny told him the plushy's name.
Tim lays down and tucks Danny to his chest. "I love you, kiddo."
"I 'ove you, too, Daddy." Danny mumbles before conking out. Tim can't help his smile. He dozes off to Danny's tiny snores.
Tim wakes up to Danny wiggling around. The tot waking up, but not wanting to. A glance towards his alarm clock, 10:30. They've actually slept in. Nice.
"Morning, Danny."
"M'ning." Danny mumbles directly before unintentionally smacking Tim in the face with Wulf. Tim huffs a laugh and sits up, his spin cracking as he stretches.
"You hungry?"
Danny flops over, grumpy to be awake. "Yeah."
Tim grins and scoops Danny up. "Let's eat breakfast in pajamas!"
Danny looks surprised. Tim insisted they be dressed in light armor the whole time they were on the LoA, so the suggestion must seem insane to him. He scrunches up his face. "It's safe here?"
"This is probably one of the safest places for us to be." Tim kisses Danny's forehead. "I'll admit, it hasn't always been that way for me in particular, but we're working on it, and I trust them to not stab me in the back... You're allowed to be as petty as you want if you find them dissatisfactory."
"Like wif Rawthy?" Tim takes a deep pleasure in Danny's deliberate mispronouncing of Ra's name. Danny knows how and can say it properly. He just chooses not to. Tim loves it.
"Exactly." Danny is now completely awake and buzzing to cause chaos. It's adorable.
"Yay!" Tim starts carrying Danny to the kitchen, completely abandoning the crutches he was told to use.
"Just remember to play nice first. You don't want to accidentally bully someone who doesn't deserve it."
"Fine.." Danny pouts. Tim kisses his cheek.
"Thank you, sweetie."
"Master Tim. Where are your crutches?" Alfred jump scares the Drakes.
"O-oh! Hi, Alfred, I was just taking Danny to the kitchen for breakfast!" Alfred raises an eyebrow and Tim pouts. "And I didn't feel like using them."
"Oh yeah!" Danny remembers that Tim was using crutches now and is wiggling to be set down. "You're hurt, Daddy! Put me down!"
"Okay, okay, starlight!" Tim chuckles, setting the boy gently on his feet. "Better?"
"No!" Danny drags him to the kitchen's small breakfast table. "You'll never heal! Sit down! We'll get your crontches!"
"Crutches, Danny. And how about we have breakfast first. The crutches aren't going anywhere." Tim smiles at his son. "You can even ask Alfred what my wound care should be after we eat. He can explain everything and you can hold me to it."
"Indeed." Alfred sounds amused, possibly not thinking this 2 year old will hold them both to it, but Danny will.
"O'ay" Danny then blinks. "What's fo breakfast?"
It's all pretty peaceful. Tim just enjoying a lazy morning with his son. As soon as Danny is done eating, he drags Alfred away to get the crutches and explain Tim's wound care to him. Tim can only watch on in helpless amusement.
"He's adorable." Dick grins as he enters the room and sits across from Tim.
"Yeah." Tim is still smiling at the doorway Danny and Alfred left from, but it takes a sad tilt. "Losing my spleen really traumatized him. He polices my unhealthy habits and does his best to get me to take care of my injuries when he's sure they won't be used against us."
"YOU LOST YOUR WHAT??"
"It's been a crazy year."
"Tim, Timmy, my caffeine addicted little brother, I'm going to need more information than that!" Dick is stressed, but Tim is still feeling a little petty, so he answers nothing.
"I forgot my meds, actually. I usually shove them in a pocket after dressing, but I didn't get dressed... oops." Tim shrugs. "It got Danny to feel safer with being here, since I'm not insisting on light armor or anything like on base."
"Tim! I have questions!" Dick is flailing.
"Daddy!" Danny flies into the room (literally) and is shoving his pillow divider case into his hands. "You forgot!"
"Thank you, Danny. I was just realizing that and was planning to grab them after you got my crutches." Tim runs a hand through Danny's hair before dry swallowing his medication. Alfred slides into the room with the crutches.
"It warms my heart to see a youth so dedicated to keeping track of other's health." Danny turns and beams at Alfred.
"I like helping!"
"That's very admirable, Master Danny."
Danny frowns a little. "I'm too little to help a lot yet."
"Any help is more help than before." Tim cuts in, giving a lopsided grin. "Besides, your dad is atrocious at self care. You got to help your dear ol' dad. I'd simply die without you."
"You're not old." Danny mumbles, blushing at how thick Tim is laying it on. Tim noticed early on that Danny needs to feel needed or helpful, or he'll spiral and get depressed. He's not sure why Danny is like that. Tim's 90% sure it's not something Tim downloaded into his brain or said to Danny, meaning it could be something he picked up from Tim's own behavior, or possibly someone at the LoA manipulated into him, or is just something Danny naturally had. Tim has no idea on the why, but makes a point to let Danny help him, even when he really doesn't need the help. He wants his baby happy, and does try to talk to Danny about not having to help. But, ya know, pot, kettle, and all that. Tim knows his own need to be useful is just as bad.
He should find them therapists for it now that he's thinking about it. Last thing he wants is Danny to end up like him. Tim has done some insane and stupid shit to help and/or please people.
"My joints disagree." Tim jokes.
"I feel that." Dick chuckles. "Good morning, Danny!"
"Good morning..." Danny says shyly, floating into Tim's lap.
"Do you have any plans for the day?" Dick asks.
"Dam'n's pets?" Danny looks hopeful.
"Ah, he's looking forward to introducing you." Dick aims his 100 watt smile at Danny, who doesn't seem to know what to think of the man.
"Indeed I am." Damian choses that moment to enter the room. "Hello, Aedan."
"Hi!!" Danny carefully gets off of Tim's lap so he can zoom to his uncle. "What is their names??"
Tim grabs the crutches Alfred left nearby. He spends the rest of the day dodging Dick's questions, watching Danny be delighted by Damian and his pets, and passing on the information on Bruce. It's a very nice, peaceful day.
So, of course, it can't stay that way. It's Duke meeting Danny that unintentionally disrupts the peace.
"Hello, Danny. I'm Duke Thomas. I'm a meta like you." Duke greets Danny cheerfully, but Tim can't help but notice Duke doesn't take his sunglasses off.
"Hi!!" Danny floats about a foot off the floor. "What powers do you have??"
"I have photokinesis." Duke makes a tiny rainbow in his hands. Danny oos and aaas over Duke's explanations before he totting over to Damian to play with Alfred the cat. Duke stares after Danny for a minute before turning to Tim, who's getting more and more worried.
"Duke?"
"Do you know Danny glows?"
"He what?" Tim's ribs hurt from how hard he jolts.
"Okay, okay, was pretty sure I was the only one who could see it." Duke mumbles before finally pushing his sunglasses up and making eye contact with Tim. "He glows the same way Jason does during a pit rage episode. Danny's glow is more stable and constant and a brighter shade of green, but it's definitely the same thing."
Tim can feel himself shaking in barely concealed rage. "That motherfucker. I should have completely destroyed everything he loved."
"Who?" Duke asks warily.
"Ra's. He had to have done something to Danny. There's no reason Danny should be glowing like that." Tim takes a calming breath, not wanting Danny to see him angry.
"I'm sorry." Duke offers his sympathy.
"Not as sorry as Ra's is going to be."
"Are we planning a murder over here?" Jason jokes as he enters the room through the door next to Tim and Duke and sees Tim's face.
"Debating the pros and cons of it currently." Tim takes another deep breath.
"Oh, shit, for real?" Jason looks shocked.
"Danny glows similarly to you." Duke explains. "Meaning Ra's definitely did something to him behind Tim's back."
"Ooooh! Yeah, okay, that's very murder worthy." Tim smiles a little at that, feeling validated.
"Thanks, Jason."
"No problem, I'll help. I got beef with both Ra's and Talia, so I can take all the blame if Goldie or Demon Brat ask." Jason offers. "Before that, introduce me at the kid. Dick has been insufferable all day. Squealing and sending pictures and shit."
Tim chuckles. "Yeah, I do that. Hey, Danny! Can I borrow you for a second?"
Danny pats Alfred the cat one last time before trots over.
"Danny, this is your Uncle Jason."
"Hel-"
"Why do you smell green?" Danny cuts Jason's greeting off. He's staring hard at his uncle.
"Smell green?" Jason head tilts and squats down to be closer to eye level with the kid. There's still a foot of difference between the two, but it's the thought that counts. "What do you mean?
"You smell green." Danny frowns, thinking hard on how to get them to understand what he means. "Like Rawthy. And the weird lake thingies."
"Rawthy?" Jason and Duke both look confused.
"That's his name for Ra's. Danny gives the people he doesn't like awful nicknames to mess with them." Tim smirks at the looks his siblings give him. "He's fully aware of what he's doing, and I see no reason to stop him."
"Oh! He's petty!" Jason grins. "Just like his dad!"
Danny beams at Jason, clearly proud of himself.
Jason preceeds to give the simplest and kid safe version they've ever heard of his story. "To answer your question, I got really hurt by a bad man, and so your uncle Damian's mother dropped me in the green lake to heal me, but the green got stuck."
Danny seems to think about what he was told before holding his hands up to Jason. "Hug?"
"Sure, kid." Jason scoops Danny up into his arms and stands. Jason seems to stiffen as Danny melts. "Huh?"
"What up?" Tim asks, eyeing Duke in a way that demands the picture Duke just took be sent Tim. He wants that picture. Duke smiles and nods.
"Your kid just calmed the Pit." Jason gives Tim a stunted blink. "It's completely silent."
"Huh??"
"Dude, I don't know!" Jason hugs a snuggly Danny closer to him. "I'm pretty sure I could argue with Bruce about his stupid rules and keep a level head right now. I'm hugging your kid anytime I see him if this is the vibe I get each time."
"Only if he agrees to it." Tim flounders with this new info. "I'm still trying to teach him boundaries and consent."
"He's definitely tied to the pit in some way." Duke says, texting rapidly. "It's unfortunate that we won't be able to locate and murder Ra's before Bruce is rescued."
"I should have taken my chance." Tim grumbles.
Damian walks over, eyeing Jason and Danny. "Something happen?"
"Apparently, Jason smells like green, like Ra's and the "green lake", and can calm Jason's pit." Tim explains. Damian looks pissed at the first part, understanding it means Danny was exposed to the Pits, but he looks like he's not sure how to take the second part. Which, mood.
Danny starts wiggling. "Down, please."
"Oh! Sure, little man." Jason gently puts Danny down. Danny slides up to Damian.
"Can I still play with kitty Alfred?"
"Let's go see. He might be done hanging out and we must respect that." Damian takes Danny's hand and leads him back to Alfred the cat. The remaining siblings watch them for a minute.
"He's sweet." Duke turns a smile towards Tim.
"Like sugar." Tim has his own fond smile. "I don't regret making him at all. Best mental breakdown decision I've ever made."
"You terrify me sometimes, Timbers."
"Only sometimes?" Duke jokes, but Tim can see there's some truth to Duke's joke. There's a wariness in his eyes. But Tim just shrugs, not offended in the slightest. He knows he's a bit much, and Duke is the newest to his brand of crazy.
Tim does end up giving Jason and Duke more concrete answers to his year away, unlike when Dick was asking earlier. Mostly because Tim and Jason started to bond before they both left Gotham and can commiserate, and he tells Duke because he's there and it's funny to watch his reactions to what Tim and Jason are saying. It reminds Tim that he's watched his sweet 2 year old troll the hell out of ninjas and Ra's.
The rest of the night is tame. It becomes apparent that Danny prefers the "calmer" family members. He shies away from anyone being rambunctious, so mostly Steph and Dick. Everyone else is just abandoned for a new person if they start yelling or shouting. Tim thinks it's probably because he's not used to Steph or Dick's energy, having not met anyone like them before, and his ears are sensitive. Tim starts looking for noise canceling headphones for him at that realization. He didn't notice because the LoA bases were always quiet, outside of the training grounds, so it wasn't an issue before.
Danny still polices Tim's wound care, much to everyone's amusement. He memorized everything Alfred the human told him about Tim's injuries and takes it very seriously.
