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pere_chan, written as an offshoot to a drabble prompted by this pair of Y3 boots as in the cut below. Life is too generous to me some days. Batman drabble
Tim, Bruce, hints of Dick/Tim and happytimes.
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'I never understood,' Tim points out objectively, 'why I had to inherit Dick's sense of fashion.' His old Robin suit stays, for posterity's sake and Bruce's own brand of nostalgia, in one of the many storage facilities they have in the cave. It stays there, green and yellow and red and painful to recall. Tim's new costume is a painful reminder in its own way, but for reasons more personal.
It is as it should be. Bruce's own sensibilities work in a similar vein.
'Mm,' Batman says, from the console. It's a typical response, but it does indicate that Bruce is listening, somewhere down there. Talking now isn't quite the lost cause it can be when Batman is just Batman.
Tim finishes his set on the rings - he feels clumsy on them - and heads to the Redbird. One of the advantages of living the Wayne life: no more skateboards. No more beaten up and masquerading relics. Just burnished metal and constant horsepower. He maintains his own 'cycles the way Dick tends to come home to manage the gymnastics equipment. 'I'll be taking next Wednesday off,' Tim ventures, wiping down his hands on a rag. Stephanie used to say that he has "a pair on him" for daring to tell Bruce what he wants as opposed to asking, but Tim's modus operandi rests on the assumption that if he were to ask, he's likely to dislike the answer. Statements give him greater leverage with negotiation.
'Your eighteenth.' Bruce states the obvious.
'You'll let me off if I say that I don't exactly want any presents this year,' Tim says, dry. On his seventeenth the world kept trying to end. On his sixteenth, Bruce thought it would be a good idea to put him through a rite of passage. Tim liked neither. What he would like is to be far, far away from the family. They're unbearably awkward, and unconscionably guilty over the things they both do and do not do.
'Noted,' Bruce replies. 'Take the day.'
'Mm,' Tim says, and they spend the three to four o'clock hour working, in silence and good company. The calm is present enough for Tim, after a year of nothing much other than chaos.
Wednesday rolls around, drab and grey and threatening rain. Tim stays in his part of the manor – Alfred's been by, which means that the first of his expected gifts have arrived. Breakfast, done the way Tim likes it, with a side-order of some of the unhealthiest fries that Tim will allow himself and that Alfred will permit in the kitchen.
Tim grins, snags the juice, and hums his way through a round of meditation and then a check on the computers. Nothing in the work email, new update on xkcd, and then a new message in his personal inbox that warps his screen into a video message from Babs. Oracle waves. Tim waves back at one of the cameras that he lets her keep in his room. They talk. Babs doesn't bother with much of a celebratory attitude – "You're alive, boy wonder, and still kicking."
Dick's present is a message on Tim's cell. 'Little brother, want to do Manhattan? Free tonight. Call!' Tim debates taking the drive down – the modifications from last night could bear with some testing, and he wouldn’t mind the transit. Dick hasn't exactly been around much lately, and maybe being eighteen will change something in their status quo. Or so Tim wants to think.
He's still debating the pros and cons of spending time with the older wing when he gets to his living room, and finds a white box on the coffee table. There's a note on top, in Bruce's signature half-scrawl, half-typewrite. Not while on duty, but I expect you might appreciate them at other times.
Tim opens it up and finds the sexiest pair of boots he's seen since he first got his drilling on traction versus comfort versus distraction. This one has an edging of silver through the heel and waterproofing and absolutely no tracers or advanced tech or any of the metal tipping at the toes which Tim has come to loathe over the years.
There's another short note on the inside. No. You do not have to suffer Dick's sartorial failings. Happy birthday. –B.
Heh. Maybe he does want to do Manhattan.
Showing off is only part of it.
But a pretty big part.
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Timmy's adoptive Family puts the FUN back in "dysfunctional" :P
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:D
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I love the Tim-logic that saying he's going to do something is better than asking to do it, because asking implies varying degrees of him not owning himself and his time. And really, to deal with Bruce? You have to own yourself.
Dick hasn't exactly been around much lately, and maybe being eighteen will change something in their status quo. Or so Tim wants to think.
I'd like to think so, too. *entertains filthy thoughts of bat-boys* ;)
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You definitely have to own yourself to manage Bruce. And then you have to own yourself more, otherwise he's going to sweep you up like dust. 8D
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God damn it, Manhattan, why do you get all the good ones?
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♥
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Oracle calling and having a camera in Tim's bedroom because Tim allows it is also awesome. I love how they show their love in their weird, batty way, but that doesn't make the love any less real. It's just who they are, and it's wonderful.
Of course, now I can't take the image of Bruce shopping for sexy boots for Tim out of my mind. Hehehe.. so weird. I loved this! thank you for sharing it!
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The idea of Batfamily being very, very used to being monitored is just one I absolutely adore. PRIVACY? WHAT IS THAT?
Bruce shopping. That is an enormously good thought. *g*
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This was lovely. I especially like your observations on how Bruce and Tim interact.
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Awww vidchat with Babs! I love those.
"Traction versus comfort versus distraction" is another phrase I want to lick.
I am getting everyone I know into Batpr0n via the slowly fattening folder of fanart I now carry everywhere with me. It's only fair; my bookstore manager got me into it, what with her figures of uncowled!Bruce dancing with Nightwing...
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Kon would haunt Tim if he could, I'm sure. Haunt Tim in an irritating, beautiful, Kon-like way.
Babs is secretly master of the universe. She just doesn't want to bruise You Know Who's ego too badly. 8D
LICK LICK LICK *LICK*
I approve of your batp0rn folder, and am committed to enlarging it (heh heh heh)!
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We should do a Kon version of the Jason ghost story "The Delusions of Alfred Pennyworth". More sm3x, natürlich. And possibly tickling. More fodder for the Batpr0n folder...
Lian did say who runs the Justice League! XD *LICKS BACK*
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*Admittedly, Dick talks to himself, so that's... passably neurotic.
I think in order to qualify for this family, you have to seriously, seriously fuck up ever psych evaluation on earth. And see criminals in Rorscharh tests.
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Which is why Terry...fails? No, not entirely.
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What are you doing awake this early? Do you have school? COS I AM SCANNING YOUR FULLY INKED BIKEPR0N RIGHT THIS SECOND
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