imagine tim is bruce’s bio kid, and is immediately given to bruce when he is born, but bruce already has an eight year old (dick) and a four year old (jason) at home.
just imagine how the boys would act at a baby brother omg
Jason: B? When is Timmy gonna be old enough to play with me?
Bruce who is currently holding a two week old Tim in his arms: Not for a while, Jaylad. Why don’t you go play with Dick?
Jason: No. Dickie isn’t fun, and I want to be a good older brother and play with Timmy.
Bruce: Jay, you’re already a good older brother, but you have to wait until Tim grows up a little more until you can play with him, okay?
Jason: Hmpf, fine. But can I hold him, pretty please??
Bruce: Sighs, fine, but you have to be gentle. I’ll teach you how to hold him properly, okay?
————
Dick pointing to a two month old Tim in a baby bouncer: B! Why does all Timmy do is stare at me? He’s not acknowledging all my cool big brotherness!
Bruce: Sighs, he’s a baby, Dick, that’s what he does at this age, but don’t worry, he’ll be more expressive in a couple of months.
Dick: A couple of months?! But that’s soooo long! I want him to start laughing and stop crying, it’s not fun when he cries.
Bruce: You’re going to have to be patient, chum. But I’m sure when Tim grows up, he’s going to appreciate you and Jay being awesome big brothers.
Dick, smiling: Thanks Bruce! When Timmy grows up, imma teach him all my gymnastics moves AND all my Robin tricks!
Sigh. . . Tim Joker Jr. AU incorrect quotes because I don't wanna start writing the fic till I plan everything out and have a decent understanding of Stephanie, Cass, and Babs as characters and the timeline. The. Timeline. But gods, my own AU lives rent free in my head and I'm the only one able to make the content I want of it...
Context: Bruce stuck Tim in Arkham following the J.J. incident, Dick didn't exactly agree, but he didn't protest, nobody visited Tim for the two years he was there. Jason came back and decided Tim was his now. Now take backs.
Jason: Whatchu... Whatchu doin' there, Little Red?
Tim, glaring at the ice in his drink: Trying to see if you drugged me...
Jason: Why would I drug ya?
Tim: Same reason the guards and docs at Arkham did, 'cause I'm "crazy" and "dangerous."
Jason, taking a sip of Tim's drink before handing it back: See? Not drugged.
Tim: . . . Thanks, riding hood.
Jason: No problem, little red.
—
Tim: . . . I don't feel real.
Jason: Ya look real.
Tim: Is time real? I don't think it is... I think it's made up. It doesn't feel real, what is time but an illusion of control humanity made to call the spinning of our planet?
Jason: . . . Let's just get you a weighted blanket.
—
Clark: I hear things have been rough in Gotham lately, new vigilantes?
Bruce: It's under control.
Clark: Yeah, yeah, of course! I'm just saying, if you ever need help—
Bruce: It. Is under. Control.
Clark: . . .
Jason who's taken over the Iceberg lounge and became the most notorious and dangerous Crime lord in Gotham city with territory in Crime Alley, the Bowery, and Robinsville:
Tim who has been equipping Jason and his trusted goons with tech that rivals the bats and setting random things on fire, including tampering with the Bat computers files:
Stephanie who has been sabotaging Batman and co. for weeks and planting evidence against various enemies to get them served longer sentences and running circles around Cass (it's enemies to friends to lovers, trust, gang) while also actively helping Jason take down Black Mask:
Selina who fully ditched Bruce and has been assisting the Red Hood and Spoiler while stealing from the rich in Bristol:
Bruce, sighing: So under control.
—
Dick: So, uh, B, y'know how Jason's back..?
Bruce: Yes, things are... Complicated, but I'm hoping that overtime we can come to an agreement an—
Dick: He broke Joker Junior out of Arkham.
Bruce:
Bruce: F#&$.
—
Jason, sighing heavily: Just me,
Jason, looking to Selina: My emotionally adopted Mom,
Jason, looking to Stephanie: My emotionally adopted pest,
Jason, looking to Tim: And my emotionally adopted little brother.
Tim: :D
—
Cassandra, sitting beside Stephanie on a rooftop: You're the enemy.
Stephanie: What makes me the enemy? Because I work with the Red Hood, or 'cause I'm fine with him killing?
Cassandra: Both.
Stephanie: . . . Y'know, I became Spoiler at first for the rush, 'cause it made me feel like I finally had power over my life. I could stop my Dad and the drug dealers and help my Mom, I could actually... I could actually do things, y'know? I'm not, like, just some random bystander. Batman didn't think that was a valid reason, I guess.
Cassandra: . . . Why do you still do it . . ? Still for the "rush?"
Stephanie: Now? Well, now... Now I do it 'cause it makes me happy. It feels right, y'know? It's given me everything Stephanie Brown never had, like Tim and Jason. I... I never really had a family before. Not a proper one.
Cassandra: I . . . understand that. Didn't like my family, Father or Mother. Oracle? I feel like I am... Home. Batman feels like... family.
Stephanie: Well... I'm glad you like your family. Sorry I hate 'em.
Cassandra: Sorry I hate yours.
Stephanie: 't's whatever. I'll still beat you up next time you try to attack Red Hood or Catwoman though.
Cassandra: You'll lose again.
Stephanie: I'll hit you with a brick again.
Cassandra: . . . I hate you.
Stephanie, laughing: Why!?
Cassandra: Because you... Make me feel. I don't like the feeling you give me.
Stephanie: Why not?
Cassandra: It makes me think things Batman wouldn't like...
Stephanie: Like what?
Cassandra, whispering: Like I should kiss you.
—
Tim, standing in the middle of Selina's apartment: Permission to pet all your cats?
Selina: . . . Permission granted.
Tim, cackling as he begins to pet every single cat:
Jason: How long ya think that'll take him?
Selina: At least five hours.
Jason: Damn.
—
Jason, standing in front of a flaming warehouse in Black Mask's territory: And what do you two have to say for yourselves!?
Tim, holding his flamethrower behind his back: I love you?
Stephanie: Womp womp!
—
Tim, standing next to Jason's sleeping body: . . .
Jason, slowly waking up:
Jason: HOLY— What are you doing up!?
Tim: I had to make sure you didn't get killed by the spiders.
Jason: What spiders?!
Tim: The ones in my head.
Tim, slowly covering Jason with a blanket again: This'll keep them off you.
Jason: . . . Thanks?
Tim: You're welcome! Now, if you'll excuse me I need to go flick the kitchen light exactly sixty times in order to prevent my arm from falling off.
Jason, watching as Tim walks away: . . . "A threat to Gotham" Bruce says,
Jason, throwing the blanket off himself to follow Tim: "Dangerous!" Dickface said!
Jason, rubbing a hand down his face: Danger to my damn electricity bill, more like...
—
Bruce, dropping down after hearing reports of a cult ritual being performed:
Jason, lying in the middle of a purple pentagram drawn poorly on the floor: Can we help you?
Tim, holding a flamethrower, slowly pointing it toward Batman:
Stephanie, in full Spoiler wear, eight months pregnant: We're kinda busy.
Selina, drinking a glass of wine from the side: Go away, Bat, they're under my supervisor.
Bruce, gesturing to the scene: This is outside Red Hood's territory, I have a right to ask.
Jason: No, you don't.
Stephanie: We'll give Tim permission to start shooting.
Tim: I already have in my mind.
Bruce: You're in a condemned building, Stephanie is pregnant, why does... He have a flamethrower!
Jason: Questioning our parenting methods? Really?
Selina: Honestly, the audacity.
Stephanie: Say Tim's name, p#&%$!
Bruce: You know what? Never mind.
Tim: Wow, the auditory hallucinations of you say my name and acknowledge me more than you.
Bruce: I... I'll just go.
Tim, sticking his tongue out as Bruce leaves:
Stephanie: Alright! Back to getting Jason his soul back!
—
Random bird:
Tim, making bird noises:
Random bird:
Jason: You good there, Little Red?
Tim: Yeah, we're talking politics!
Jason: Nice.
—
Dick standing right outside Crime Alley: I'm not in Crime Alley!
Jason: Get out!
Dick: I'm not in your territory!
Tim, jumping down with his flamethrower: Are you flame proof? :D
Dick: Tim.. C'mon, please, I'm trying!
Tim, aiming: Remember that time you stole my cookie during patrol and I stayed mad at you for a month?
Dick: . . . Yes.
Tim: Imagine how I feel about you not even VISITING ME in ARKHAM for TWO YEARS!
Jason: Begone! I'm the favorite brother.
Dick: We're still brothers?
Tim, putting his finger in the trigger, in a sing song voice: Not for long!
Tim accidently referring to the Joker as Dad but those who know about Joker Jr aren’t present and so everyone is left with the ‘realisation’ that Tim is the son of the biggest nightmare to their family.
It’s probably Jason and Steph, her there to bother Tim but Jason went to the manor for food and the two naturally started arguing. Maybe Jason tells Tim to stop costing on his case and prove a point be made against blonde, but Tim just offhandedly goes, “Later, I think my dad broke out of Arkham again but the guards aren’t doing anything. Maybe they’re in on it…”
The two present naturally look at each other with confusion and for the first time stop bickering to peak over his shoulder and see what his case is because, holy shit Tim had a villain for a dad and didn’t tell us? Only to see numerous photos of the Joker in his cell and many reports over the last week of how he’s been behaving and Jason…
Steph pushes the man out of the room when she sees his face go from frozen fear to anger, thinking it’s towards Tim and his secrecy and, while she totally gets that, now isn’t the time.
Though when they get into the Jason starts a rant about how Bruce and Dick should have told him that the monster had a child, even if that child wasn’t Tim! Jason protects kids! Did they think he’d hurt him just because of who his father is?
No!
If anything, he’d become the kids full time body guard to stop that mad man from making Tim into another version of himself!
The two naturally go to tell the others, pulling Damian, Cass and Duke into a mostly unused room and telling them what they discovered, all while Tim stays in the library working on his case.
Cass is beyond worried but also confused because he doesn’t seem to have any physical characteristics of the Joker or Harley, but maybe the mother is different? Perhaps it’s still Janet and either she had a fling with the Joker or something far worse, which makes the young girl enraged on the woman’s behalf.
Damian makes a comment about him killing Tim, not in a serious manner but more as an option, but Duke shuts it down, saying that having a villain for a parent doesn’t mean anything about who you will be. He points out those in the family of that nature and other heroes like Superboy.
When asked why they didn’t get Dick or Babs involved, Jason says they defiantly know and lied about it.
It’s only after another three hours of working that Tim catches himself referring to the Joker as dad and shuts his laptop, making his way to Bruce’s room to hide under the older man’s bed like he usually does when that happens, only to overhear what his siblings are saying.
Tim presses his ear against the door to hear better.
“If that maniac had a kid, surely he’d have told everyone he had an heir or something.” That’s Steph’s voice, filled with worry that only he and Cass could detect as she hides it under a whiney tone.
Jason is next to respond, “maybe he doesn’t know? I mean, did Tim ever even interacted with him before he became Robin?”
It doesn’t take much more than that for Tim to realise that he must have been talking aloud again or absently answered someone earlier and misspoke in front of them.
Panic fills him as he avoids telling Bruce when he gets bad, even if it’s just a small thing, because the older man will start of being a concerned parent then go into Batman mode and only just stop himself from putting Tim in the confinement cell. Sure Tim came up with the idea of the cell so he wouldn’t hurt anyone if his conditioning got too bad, but he’s learnt the signs. He’s not a mindless drone, he still knows who he is and doesn’t hear someone talking to him or anything like that.
He just… sometimes forgets the Joker hurt him.
It’s not Tim’s fault that memories of watching TV with him and Harley, tucked between them with a big bowl of ice cream felt better than most memories of his real parents.
But he knows it’s wrong, always comes back to calling the Joker his enemy.
Bruce just doesn’t get that.
Tim hears them talk a bit more, theories about who his mother might be, if Tim is safe at the manor, if Joker knows he has a son…
Opening the door, Tim stands there and stares at them as all eyes snap to him in alarm.
He doesn’t let anybody speak, cutting them all off quickly, “He’s not my dad. Go the cave and search for file number 26557933301-JJ and put in the code AGELAST, all caps.”
With that he turns and leaves, walking at first before running to Bruce’s room to hide.
He goes to family dinner and pretends not to notice the quietness or how Jason is still there, eating his food quietly and waiting for the ball to drop.
Naturally, Damian is the one to say what he wants first, “So why is okay that Tim shot the joker but I got in trouble for stabbing Bane?”
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