Sigh... Seeing as so many of you like this AU and are SLACKERS who don't write faster than the speed of light, I shall supply you starving creatures with: Incorrect quotes until I can pump a couple fics based on this AU out. Angst, of course, because I can only write angst.
Cue Tim and Damian, holding hands as they walk behind Talia like little ducklings
Jason: Talia, why is this sickly Victorian child looking at me?
Talia: Oh, he stalked you throughout your time as Robin, he must've missed your death though.
Tim, 16-17, dragging himself into Ra's palace, clutching his stomach:
Tim, abruptly breathing in before screaming: GRAAAAAAAAAAANDFATHER!
Ra's: ??? Timothy why are you here you're supposed to be in Gotha— WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING!?
Tim, about to pass out: I got stabbed.
Ra's, slowly turning to his ninjas: Find whoever did this, alive. I wish to bring back several torture methods I long abandoned for being to ruthless back in the 16th century that I now find perfectly suitable as punishment. I will need seventeen rats, two branding irons, fifteen feet of rope, three vats of acid, and a soundproof room.
Ra's, turning to Tim and rushing over to him: My grandbaby D:
Talia, in the background, sharpening her sword:
Tim, showing Damian his surgical scars through the camera of his phone: —and I lost my spleen! But I got Hello Kitty band aids.
Damian: Tt, should have just moved your spleen out the way.
Ra's, in the background, looking absolutely murderous because his grandbaby lost his SPLEEN:
Tiny (13 yr old) Tim, looking up at Jason: If I go in the Lazarus pit do I get muscles and taller?
Jason, freshly out the Lazarus pit and very irritated: I can dunk ya in there to find out.
Talia, sensing stupidity, three rooms away: NO!
Cue Dick, sobbing as he tries to hold all his little brothers
Tim: It's a super cool mantle that both Dick Grayson and Jason had!
Damian: Can't we just take it?
Tim: Hm... Do we get to share?
Damian: Depends. Will you actually share or will you hog it like you do the skateboard?!
Tim: It's mine so I don't need to share it!
Tim: Yeah, I'd like one, who are you?
Tim, fifteen, new to school and was "homeschooled" in the league:
Bernard: —Never call me Bernie, call me Bernie and I'll have to punish you.
Tim: Is that a challenge or a marriage proposal?
Ra's: Put the gun down, Pennyworth, I'm simply here to see my grandsons.
Alfred: Over my dead body! You're a terrorist, don't dare think I have forgotten about all you've done to Bruce!
Ra's: This is hardly about him. This is about my grandsons.
Alfred, sarcastically: Oh, yes, I'm sure you have no ill intent toward the children.
Ra's, total tonal shift: MY GRANDBABIES! :D I come with gifts! Damian you've grown so much, Timothy have you been getting any sun? You two are so skinny, has your Father not been feeding you???
Alfred, seeing this as the threat it is. A threat to world's best grandfather: Oh, this is war...
Talia, brushing back Tim's hair as they sit on a plane to Gotham, Damian sleeping on her lap: Don't be worried, my love. Beloved will be thrilled to have an extra child.
Tim: What if he doesn't like me? What if he only want Damian?
Talia: Well, then you stay with me... Is that so bad?
Tim, resting his head on her shoulder: No, never. Aren't you sick of me though?
Talia: Oh, my love, I could never be sick of you. Perhaps you are not mine by blood, but you are mine in every other way I could possibly have you. My son. I will always be here, even when I am continents away, I am a call away.
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