Hunney

One works diligently on my own book with my own characters

The other starts writing DC fanfiction because it yearns for Steph Brown to have as many layers as the other Robins and for Conner to be characterize as more than just 'Both my dads hate me' and 'I love Tim Drake'

It's a tough battle everyday.

I keep imagining it like this:

Random Leaguer: We'll take it from here

Angry, tired Tim: You're going to take over the mission I told you we should take seriously, you CHOSE to ignore me about, and now that I've discovered It's an actual threat, You're going to what? Inefficiently complete a mission I have already finished for you.

Random Leaguer: Listen kid, last time I checked these matters are under official league jurisdiction. You think just because You're Batman's protege you get to break the rules? You're just some kid with a stick when you're up here. Now go back to your tower and let the adults handle this.

Tim 'I have no respect for authority' Drake: You know what!? FUCK YOU AND YOUR-

Jason 'That's my cue' Todd, throws Tim over his shoulder and takes him to the zeta tubes

Dick 'Oh I'm so going to hear about this later' Grayson: We are so sorry!

Damian 'The only one who can piss off Drake is me' Wayne: No, we're not. Fuck you.

Cass 'must I say more' Cain, rips the file out of the guy's hand never breaking eye contact.

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Bruce, who was off world when this happened, decides the best course of action is to say nothing. He knows his kids were right, but he also knows if he tells them that the League and possibly the world will hear about it and it will not go well.

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Wally enters his apartment, exhausted and hungry. He hits the couch passing out immediately.

When he wakes there's a smell of bacon and eggs wafting from the kitchen. Wally thinks he's dreaming until he hears music. Barely awake he hears someone say, "Why'd you sleep on the couch? Did you forget I was here?"

The cheery voice disappeared into his room, "I made you a plate. Eat before it gets cold!"

Wally got up walking around the breakfast table. There were pancakes, bacon, eggs, and sausage on the table. It looked like a speedster recovery breakfast if he'd ever seen one. Who made this?

Finally the voice emerged from the bedroom.

"I gotta head out but I'll see you later," a handsome dark haired male with piercing blue eyes walked past him toward the door. Wally had no clue who he was. "I almost forgot." He said, then he turned around and kissed Wally for all he was worth.

"You're cute when you're sleepy." He ran out the door while Wally stood there stunned.

"Am I in the wrong body? Who the hell was that?" Wally mumbled.

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On the other side of town Bart watched Tim and Kon on TV as they announced LuthorCorps newest team of Heroes.

"Blech!" Cassie fake gagged, "I hate these guys. Don't they ever rest!'

Bart laughed awkwardly, "I uh- wasn't paying attention, I guess. What's going on?" He lied.

Cassie turned the TV down, "Luthor's Superboy and Tim Drake just announced their team of degenerate losers who will be doing Luthor's bidding." She sighed heavily. "Life was so much easier when Drake was on our side."

What the hell was going on? Bart didn't think that they had changed that much. Why wasn't Kon here? And who the hell was this other guy?

Just then Bart got a call from Wally. He answered walking to the next room.

"We need to talk." Wally panicked.

"Yeah, yeah we do."

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Fic idea that's been rolling around my noggin

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It started off as a joke. Cissie asked Conner to patrol for her when he already had plans. He originally had said "No." But then she tilted her head and pouted out the infamous, "Oh, Conner. Pretty please?"

He caved.

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Bart asked him for his help training then said, "Should I say please like Cissie did?" Then he very sweetly said, "Please, Kon?"

Kon caved again. And again. And again. It didn't even matter who it was. Raven and Beast Boy? Caved. Jon or Damian? Caved. Cassie? Caved. Lois? Cave, cave, caved.

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There was only one person who didn't abuse this power over the super. Tim. Tim didn't care if he helped or not. Kon often didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. Tim would also intervene and say "No." For him and shoo the others away

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Then one day

Conner was cleaning the barn just listening to the world around him. He could hear New York traffic, L.A music, he could hear his aunt humming her favorite song, and Clark taking flight. But suddenly he heard a painful groan from Gotham.

Conner turned his head reaching back out for the sound. He could have sworn it was Tim. Then he heard it again, accompanied by a choked out "It's over Scarecrow. Give up!" It was definitely Tim.

"Oh little bird." Another weary voice said, "It may be over for me now, but it will also be over for your precious mentor!" Then Conner heard a rustle of clothing and then a shout. He was flying before he even knew what happened.

"I'm coming Tim." He whispered. Focusing on the sound of falling.

He heard a voice so quiet, it could have been a prayer. "I don't want to die like this... Dick? Dad? Someone?" A gentle sigh, "Kon? If you're out there?. . . Please. . . Help me."

Kon caught up to his hearing, catching both Scarecrow (unfortunately) and Tim. He roughly dropped Scarecrow in front of commissioner Gordon then took to the high skies with an unconscious Robin. He could hear the commotion from his comms but chose to turn it off, afraid they would wake Tim.

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When Tim woke up, he found Kon's head was in his lap while he sat in the batcave infirmary. Kon woke to hearing Tim's breathing and heart speed up.

"heyheyhey hey hey- Lean back. Rest." Kon demands.

"You came?" Tim was astonished, his eyes tremble looking Kon over.

"You asked." Kon stated like it wasn't completely chance.

"You saved me?" Tim's voice wavered.

<<previous

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“Busy morning?” Tim asks in a condescending tone.

“Huh?” Mr. late-with-coffee looks up, face changing quickly to horror. “Oh my God.” He buried his face in his hands.

“Yeah…” Tim deadpans, then unpacks his things onto the desk, “Do you have a career in destroying other people's property? Or is that more of a side gig to staining strangers' t-shirts?”

The boy awkwardly chuckled, “Sorry about that.”

Tim pulls out the business card he was given earlier, “Let's see here,” he dramatically pretends to struggle reading the small print, “LuthorCorp? You must think you're Mr Big Shot, huh? With your fancy official business cards.” He joked. Tim flipped the card to find in big bold letters, Conner E. Luthor.

Oh, shit… he is Mr. Big Shot.

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Then make it DamiJon.

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Damian loved to paint. It's how he spent every Saturday afternoon. So when Jon picked his project for wood shop he chose framing. Then he handcrafted a home for each of Damian's paintings. Pa started him a mini woodshop in the barn.

Damian liked to work on cases while Jon did homework. So Jon built him a desk for his room in Smallville and Metropolis.

When Damian's easel started to wobble Jon made him a brand new one without a second thought.

He suddenly found himself cutting, drilling, and sanding wood in his workshop every weekend. Anytime he wasn't in the workshop he was probably with Damian. Doing missions, arguing over things, or simply being in each other's presence. His life was almost always Damian, Damian, and more Damian.

That's the day he started his final project for Damian. He worked on it here and there when he had time. Everyone knew he was working on some big project that he was taking his time with. After 4 years had past, most people had forgotten about his big project.

Then Damian turned 26. He had graduated medical school earlier that year and had just started working at the Martha Wayne General Hospital in Gotham. So Jon brought him to Smallville to give him his birthday present, Jon's masterpiece.

"It's cold out here Kent."

"It's warmer in the barn. Hey but before we go in I just have something to say." Jon set his hand on the door, "Damian, our relationship has been less than easy. We hated each other as kids but regardless of how we started you became my best friend. I have spent more time sitting with you than I think I have spent alone."

He turns back to Damian, "You have given me a whole new meaning to building a life with someone. As you know, I have built you many things across our friendship but this one might possibly be my last."

Damian titled his head in confusion.

"Damian," Jon took a deep breath, "I have been crafting this piece since the day- the day I-" Jon hesitated, then he opened the door.

Inside the barn was lit with fairy lights. Underneath them, in the center, was a giant arch. It was beautiful. Jon had hand carved every design from one side to the other. It was obvious this was his life's work. Damian stepped inside and looked it over in awe.

"I love you Damian." Jon said just loud enough for them to hear, "I want to marry you some day. I want to build this moment and the rest of our lives together, if you'll have me"

"Jon, I-"

"I know." He sighs, "I never wanted to disrupt your dream. I kept quiet about my feelings. But I never stopped showing you how I felt. You don't have to take me today, tomorrow, or even a year from now. But I needed you to know, I needed-"

"Jon!" Damian shouted, "my answer is yes. I wouldn't rather spend whatever time I have to left with anyone else. Of course I will marry you."

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"Skip dating?? I didn't we could do that"

-my partner

(Inspired by Just a Man from Epic and a good cry sess)

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He doesn't know what started the argument but they were suddenly in the thick of it. Kon was burning with anger as Clark lectured him about how the League expects supers to act. It all felt like bullshit since he wasn't technically a full fledged member yet. Which he had expressed to Clark very loudly.

"What do you care if the League kicks me out? I'm not your kid, not your problem." Kon scoffed and headed for the window.

"What?" Clark sounded more surprised than offended. He almost sounded like the comment caught him off guard.

"I know when I'm not wanted." He felt like he could cry and his next words were thrown out of his mouth before he could really process if he truly felt that way, "I see the way you look at me, I know all you see is him regardless of how every time I see myself all I see is you! Just stop acting like I'm your problem. I'm not interested in a second Dad who treats me like shit. I'm better off on my own."

"Conner wait!"

And he did. He couldn't help it. There was a small child in him screaming to be loved. So he stopped.

Silence fell over them and Kon swore he could literally hear Clark thinking in over drive.

"You don't have to pretend not to hate me," Kon whispered, "I can just go."

Suddenly Clark was right next to him. Both hands on his shoulders, turning the boy to face him.

"I don't hate you, why would you ever- how could I-? Absolutely not." Clark's face softened and for just a moment Kon saw the real Clark Kent. Not Superman or the bumbling reporter, he saw the Smallville grown, Clark Kent. "I used to look at you and it was hard to see past the clone and Luthor of if all, but that has all changed."

Conner almost pushed him away.

"Conner you are more than just a piece in mine and Lex's fued. It's hard not to see his eyes when I look at yours. It's hard not feel like he robbed me of my first child, but none of that is your fault and it doesn't define who you are."

Large hands straighten out Conner's jacket and hair as he listens, "I don't hate you. I probably never will. I'm sorry I'm hard on you... I just don't want you to end up like Lex."

"But I won't end up like Superman either..."

"Then don't." He pulls him into a hug, "I'm not very good at that myself..."

They stood there for a while. Kon didn't hug back right away. He felt like if he moved he would fall apart.

"You are going to be my problem for a very long time. That's just what being a parent is all about... I'm sorry I'm not very good at that either."

Conner slowly wrapped his arms around Clark burying his face into the man's chest. He took a couple of grounding breaths before he mumbled out, "You can't just get my hopes up here. You have to really mean that."

"I mean it." Clark whispers into his hair. "I don't want to ruin a good moment by mentioning the League, but you really need to stop being so reckless."

Kon coughed out a chuckle.

"No, I mean it. Batman might not kill but I genuinely worry that Robin might." The two burst out into laughter the argument soon forgotten, but it's aftermath sweetly tucked inside their hearts. They were so busy laughing with one another they didn't even notice Lois and Jon keenly watching them from the kitchen.

"Does that mean he's like officially my brother? Will he stay here now instead of with Ma and Pa?" Jon whispered excitedly.

"Let's take this one step at a time kid. One of you is already hard enough." Lois laughed and ruffled his hair.

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I head Cannon (and this was Canon at one point but isn't now) that Connor looks almost identical to young Clark except for one detail. His eyes are green like Lex's.

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Tim first meets the Wayne's at 9 years old when he "runs away from home" because he hates boarding school. It was a typical kid and parent fight but he accidentally gets lost in the woods between Drake Manor and Wayne Manor. He runs into none other than 12-year-old Jason who immediately just kidnaps this kid who was wondering through their gardens with a camera.

17-year-old Dick says they can't keep him but Bruce and Jason don't hear a thing. After that Tim is regularly invited to the manor over the years for dinner, games, etc.

Damian who is like 4 years younger than Jason and 8 younger than Dick finds himself home alone a lot so he basically just goes nextdoor to hang out with Tim because they are only 2 years apart and the like a lot of the same things.

Now let's say 17-year-old Tim gets his first boyfriend who starts taking up all his time and the boys don't see him very often. They're sad but supportive. They still see him at galas and sometimes Damian is their third wheel.

Things come to a head when Tim gets his heart broken for the first time. He locks himself away and refuses to be anywhere but home. Now the boys see they're friend even less. Until Jason proposes a competition of sorts. Whoever gets Tim a boyfriend first gets to claim they adopted Tim and have adopting Tim rights.

Dick's youngest friends are Garfield and Raven who are happily together and monogamous so he loses hope of winning pretty quickly.

Jason starts by introducing Tim to Cass's friend Steph then is gently told by Cass that Steph and her are dating and not to tell Dad yet. His backup plans were Kori or Roy but Dick shut that down real quick.

Finally we have Damian who just wants to play co-op stardew valley again so he is interviewing every eligible bachelor and bachelorette who comes through the animal center he volunteers at. No one really passes his list of criteria

1. Not a weirdo 2. Not a criminal 3. Taller than Tim

It's hard to find people in Gotham who pass number 2.

Damian throws himself onto the living room floor of Jonathan Kent when he is about to give up and just wait until Tim is back to normal. It's at that moment he sees a dark haired boy sitting in Jon's kitchen.

"Who is that?"

Jon turns, "Oh, my Dad's college girlfriend had a son and then put him up for adoption without telling him. So that's Conner. He's kinda like my half brother."

"Does he have any concerning flaws?"

"Not really. He dresses all edgy but he seems like a big nerd at heart. Also he's studying agricultural science."

Damian smiles as he checks box 1. "Does he keep a clean record? No prior arrests or anything of the sort?"

"Nope. He was adopted by Lex Luthor so he's clean. He kind has to be." Jon smiles, watching Damian check box 2.

"Hey Kon!?" Jon calls from the living room, "Umm... How tall are you?"

Conner chuckles in amusement, "six foot three."

The two boys look at each other grinning as Damian checks the last box.

"This could work."

Conner Luthor, prepare to be brother trapped.

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This is now on my Ao3

Dick: Absolutely not! Try again

Tim: What's wrong with this one!?

Tim was in a short ruby red dress with small slits above each of his thighs and a fitted bodice with romantic draping sleeves.

Tim: I'm trying to get his attention.

Dick: You look like a hooker. There are prostitutes in Crime Alley who wear more clothes than you are right now

Tim: You're not even going so what do you care?

Dick: B, are you letting him leave like this?

Bruce turns to look at Tim

Bruce: You look fine

Then he goes back to scrolling on the bat computer

Dick: Look at him again, this time see your little boy, your SON who is going out to flirt with a man who has man thoughts!

Bruce groans and turns around again this time paying closer attention to the fitted bodice and short length

Bruce: Hmm... Do you have anything... longer?

Tim: B!?

Dick: Thank you!

Jason: What the fuck did I just walk into?

Dick: Tim is trying to leave the house with a for sale sign on his ass! And Bruce is unhelpful

Tim: it's not that bad!

Jason looks Tim over

Jason: it's not that bad

Tim:...

Tim: Fine, I'll change

Tim walks up the stairs out the cave

Dick: ...How did you do that?

Thank you for reading!

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Come Home with Me Part 3

Previously Part 2

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When your minds not right it's like being locked out of your own house. You're walking around the street wondering where you keys are or if you even have keys. You wait for someone to come home and let you in.

The joke is that you're the only one living in your head. There's no good you and bad you. There's no smart you and dumb you. There's no left you or right you. There is just you and the house you locked yourself out of.

"JJ!" Papa calls, "come down and eat now. Breakfast is the most important mean of the day."

I hop down from the loft, wood creeks beneath my feet. I hate the sound. The man called papa sat quietly at the dimly lit table. There was a white bag in front of him emitting a deliciously nostalgic smell.

"What is this?"

"Food! My dear boy! Don't tell me that old bat never fed you?" Papa laughed hard and wild. I don't think it was funny but I laughed too.

I remember laughing. I remember people. Maybe I don't. I don't have time. I don't remember.

Sitting down at the table Papa asks me about my mission today.

"Did you find the girl?"

"Mmhmm" I felt around my pocket for the picture I found earlier in the alley.

He grabs the paper out of my hand and then grabs my wrist.

"what's this?" He says pushing his thumb into the scabs on my knuckles.

"I made friends." And then I remembered the boy on the roof, "Papa, I met a boy tonight. He said that name again."

"You don't have to think about that my dear JJ. You are no longer that name. You are my son that is all you need to know" Papa stood from the table and walked over to the cabinet. It's time for my medication. Why am I taking medication? I can't remember. I can't remember a lot of things. Should I be remembering a lot of things? I don't know how old I am, or how I got here. I don't know when I meant Papa but I know I know him. He said we don't have a mama but I remember her too. Although she looks nothing like Papa. I remember a woman with long brown hair and she wore pearls and a beautiful blue dress.

That's the thing about your mind not being right. I feel like I'm locked out of my house and I can only see the pictures through the windows. I can see a family inside but I don't know who they are.

Keep hearing that name

Tim... Tim...

"Tim." I see the boy on the roof's face. But he was wearing a helmet there's no way I could see his face. I don't know him!

"JJ" Papa speaks quietly, "This girl is the way we can be together forever. Just a happy family. Once we pluck this little ballerina from the stage Gotham will be ours"

Papa puts the needle in my arm and then I don't remember... I'll wake up tomorrow and Papa will be there. At least when I'm outside my house Papa is standing there with me.

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Sorry about this being late I do not have a great excuse I just like desperately needed sleep.

I hope you enjoyed the switch to first person for Tim/JJ I just felt like it felt right...? You know?

Previously Part 1

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It was weeks before they found anything on Tim. Jason had left no stone unturned. He finally found some scumbag with a bad attitude and a lead on Joker.

He wasn't going to hurt the guy. He just needed Jokers location. But there he was dangling the man over the side of a bridge because he didn't want to cooperate.

"Whatcha doin?" Jason hated cocky, quippy superheroes with too much time on their hands.

"What do you want Nightwing?"

"For you not to kill my informant, preferably" Dick jumped down from above him.

"Well that all depends on if he talks." Jason loosened his grip on the guy's jacket, "So what do you think? Do you know where Joker is now?"

"I- I don't know where he is but I did hear somethin'," the man squirmed clutching Jason's fist. "He's always talkin' crazy! bout a week ago he came by yappin' bout The Bat and h-how he's plannin' som'in Big. A whole family endeavor! or whatever.

We thought it was all just talk 'cause the guy only bought one gun! One gun! For a big stunt! Th-That just didn't seem right. But that's all I know, I swear it!"

Jason and Dick shared a look before Jason pushed the guy off the bridge.

"Dude!"

"Calm down," He shot off a bolas that was already grappled to the side of the bridge, "Gordon will be here soon. Can't have another crazed weapons dealer running around."

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"One gun?" Barbara had been hard to please since Tim's disappearance, but right now serving her absolutely nothing on a shitty saucer she looked downright defeated, "that doesn't make any sense..."

"I've torn this entire town completely apart, that was my only lead." Jason tossed his helmet down onto Barbara's dinning room table.

"I hate to say it but we might just have to wait and prepare." She turned back to her computer. Dick put his hand on her shoulder. "He's probably going to use Tim as leverage. Or a prize. Or hell... A punishment."

"It's okay." His voice was soft, "we'll get him back." Dick looked back at Jason, his eyes were just as gentle as his words. He offered Jason a small smile.

Is he really trying to comfort me?, he didn't know but he got out of there before Dick attempted to hug or comfort him in anyway about the replacement. Jason is only making sure that time doesn't repeat itself.

He was driving through Crime Alley when he found a group of people huddled at the back of an alley. He stopped his bike at the entrance determining if he should get involved. It looked like about four individuals flanking one kid in a hoodie. Bullying, most likely. But it could also be a drug deal and Jason really hated when people dealt to minors.

He dismounted and started walking down the alley when Hoodie grabbed the tallest guy and landed a solid punch to his face. Jason stopped for a moment to reassess.

The other three guys booked it out the alley leaving the tall one to fend for himself. Hoodie boy stomped on Mr. Tall ass, previously suspected drug dealer. Now Jason had to intervene.

"Please! Please don't hurt me! I don't know her, we were just passing by!" Tall ass pleaded. Jason lunged forward, pushing Hoodie, now suspected thug, into the wall behind him.

"Get up." The guy scrambled to his feet, "Haven't you kids ever heard that friendship is magic?"

"This guy is not my friend! He's just some fucking cosplay freak!"

Jason turned back but he didn't find the boy in the hoodie. hos eyes trailed up to the fire escape.

"Get out of here." He didn't need to be told twice before he ran out of the alley.

Jason hadn't even heard the kid but he knew that he must have climbed up there so Jason followed.

The ice cold winds of Gotham's air would slow anyone down from up here. Jason knew he couldn't have gotten far. And there he was standing on the edge of the roof preparing to jump to the next.

"Hey!" Jason called, "Don't be stupid. You'll fall."

The boy jerked his head around like he hadn't heard Jason approach. And then he jumped. He landed on the next roof flawlessly and started running. There was something familiar about it. He almost looked like a younger version of Dick taking those leaps in one bound being completely too showy about it. Jason followed again. Now they were in a full-on roof chase he wasn't prepared for.

This kid jumped from the roof to a fire escape climbing up like fucking spider monkey. Jason was faster and he was gaining ground on the kid. They finally reached the edge of this set of buildings and there was nowhere else to go.

"Will you quit running I'm not going to hurt you!" He knew that wasn't going to do much given the fact that he had chased the kid for about three blocks now. Then cornered him where his only options were to jump down into traffic or come face to face with The Red Hood.

The boy took off the hood of his jacket revealing bright green hair. That's all Jason saw for a moment. Long bright green hair.

Don't turn around

He had hoped for just a moment while they were running but after seeing what was under the hood... That all changed. He really hoped he wasn't right.

"Tim."

It was Tim. There was no mistaking it. He tilted his head and looked at Jason like he had never seen him before. He tilted his head to the other side questioning Jason with his eyes again.

"Umm, hello... Tim?" It was Tim's voice but somehow it wasn't Tim's voice, "No time for friends. I must go."

And Jason let him. He was so shocked he just let the boy disappear into the Gotham night. He may not look like Tim but he was still a bat deep down inside. If you wanted to get away he could. And he would.

"Oracle..."

"Hood?" Barbara's voice was grounding. He felt like he almost lost it there for a moment.

"I found the kid... But he's not-" What does he say? How does he say it? "He's not our kid."

He can't hear Barbara but he knows she and Dick can hear him.

"But he's not Jokers either. I'll get him back... I promise."

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Thank you for reading Part 2

I will be posting this on AO3. I will link it below once I get that done. I'm thinking the first three parts will be chapter one So after part 3 that will be up.

I don't want to keep you on suspense forever so I'm keeping it to six parts and I'm trying to upload quickly but I also want to make sure my content has the quality readers deserve.

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Part 1 of Come Home with Me

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Bruce is standing at the computer combing through street cam footage. Not very uncommon, but on the other half of the computer sat Barbara, a very uncommon sight. Tim disappeared last night at about 11:30.

He was on a rooftop between 13th and Calvin when static was heard over the comms and a bone chillingly familiar laugh.

When spoiler and Nightwing arrived on his location, only his comms and his utility belts were there.

Jason slowly made his way to the computer. Everyone was on edge. Dick was combing through Tim's files hoping to find a reason he was on that rooftop alone. Jason assumed everybody else was on patrol serving the city or looking for their brother.

"Did you find anything yet?" Dick looked up at Jason, eyes filled with sorrow.

Barbara was the first one to speak, "I have footage from 11:23 pm of Red Robin landing on the roof of a laundromat. He walks out of the frame 2 minutes later. 6 minutes after that we receive a distress call from this location."

"We don't see him on any other street cameras after that." Bruce grumbled.

Dick stood up and made his way to the computer "We do however have this." He pulled up a grainy photo of a man entering the laundrymat from the street view. Regardless of the poor quality anyone could have told you who that was. The Joker.

"With this shot and the laugh we heard over the comms last night. I'm sure he had something to do with it, but I have no hits on where he took him." Barbara ran her fingers through her hair. It look like she hadn't slept all night.

"This is why we shouldn't let that maniac run free." Jason knew deep down inside this wasn't helpful. But he also knew that having the information that Joker took Tim made his heart clench in a way he hadn't felt in a while.

"Jason," Bruce slammed his fist on the desk, "We don't kill."

"NO! You don't kill. And maybe that's the problem." He knows he shouldn't be picking this fight.

"No the problem is that Red Robin is missing. And we need to find him before-"

"Before what!? Before Joker kills him?" He's not even sure how he feels about Tim. A small part of him will always resent him, but there's this new protectiveness Jason has about him. He's never been an older brother and now suddenly he has two younger brothers that look up to him. It's an awful feeling he wouldn't have signed up for on his own.

"Joker has taken Tim before. I'm sure this is just a ploy to rile us up. We cannot act rashly."

"We can't act rashly? The kid has scars on the side of his head and his mouth from the last time Joker took him. He could do so much worse now. He has done so much worse before."

"Jason-" Dick gasps out, "I know you're worried about Tim but he can handle himself."

"He's barely 17." The words come out of his mouth before he can even think about them, "You treat him like a soldier but he's just a child. He may be your perfect little protege, but he still worries about school dances and report cards. He's applying for colleges. He's dating. He has a life and he's probably scared to lose it!

He's not just some random kid he's your kid who's definitely being tortured right now by a guy who should have been taken out ages ago!"

The room falls silent. Even Barbara stops clicking through cameras to turn around and look at Jason. Bruce stays unmoving, eyes fixated on his screen.

Jason takes two steps back before he turns and storms out of the cave. As he walks by one of the tables he sees Tim's belt. He wants to say he doesn't know why, but he knows why he takes it. He's going to find the Joker and end this once and for all.

"I forgave you a long time ago for not doing it because of what happened to me..." He takes a deep breath as he climbs onto his bike, "but I refuse to live with the guilt that I could have killed that man before this happened."

"Jason!" Dick shouts as Jason speeds away.

"Aren't you going to stop him!?" Barbara turns to Bruce, "if anyone is going to find and kill the Joker it's Jason."

"We just need to find him first."Bruce sighs as he collapses into his chair, "leave... Both of you, I need to make a call."

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Thank you for reading part 1 of Come Home with Me

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It's about mid day and Tim is just letting the sun disturb his rest. He stretches and takes in the day, sore from patrol this morning. Tim doesn't usually sleep after patrol but he had followed a drug dealer to a loud club and was there almost all night. His head was pounding when he finally got home.

Suddenly he could smell something from the kitchen, which wasn't a common occurrence because Tim doesn't cook.

Bart, maybe?

Tim groggily got up and made his way to the kitchen expecting to find a speedster and a kryptonian in his apartment far too early for their meeting. What he found was much different than his over excitable teammates.

He found Jason standing by the stove making pancakes.

"Jason?"

"mm?" Was all the answer he got.

"Good morning!" A very sweet and very young Lian shouted.

Tim was now even more confused

"Hey? What are you doing here?" He put on his best uncle voice and picked her up.

"Jay was going to make you lunch then take me to my Dad's office but I wanted to say happy birthday too! It's not fair if only he gets to" she folded her arms and scoffed causing Jason to roll his eyes and grumble.

"Last one," he said pushing a plate and syrup forward on the counter. "I'm done babysitting the ankle biter, so say your goodbyes because you're going home"

Tim said his distracted goodbyes conflicted about the fact he had forgotten his own birthday. He even let a YJ meeting get planned on it.

"Why do you look like you just met a ghost?"

"I just-" Tim swallowed, "I forgot today was my birthday...is all."

"is all" Jason mocked, "take better care of yourself" he punched Tim in the shoulder.

Jason walked past him grabbing his patrol bag from the living room.

"Okay well, happy birthday kid," He handed Tim a small box wrapped up in brown paper, "Roy helped pick them out so text him a thank you, will ya."

Jason made his quick escape pushing Lian out the door.

"Hey... Eat something and don't miss Sunday dinner." Jason hesitated at the door, "Have a good day... And check the fridge. Bye."

The door shut.

Tim smiled. He knew. Jason didn't have to say it. He just knew.

"I love you too," he lifted the tiny box, "Being a big brother looks good on you"

_

Jason and Roy bought him CD's for Tim's collection and a Barnes and Noble gift card with a note that says 'read more'

Bart and Cassie almost forgot Tim's birthday so they assign Kon to make a cake and it is edible but not very pretty.

In a fit of self sacrificing bullshit he breaks it off with the reporter. Not even after he figures out Clark is Superman does he change his mind.

Clark finds Lois, gets married has a kid and moves on. Bruce tries to do so too. He falls in love with Talia. He goes back and forth with Selina. But Clark is always there.

They never let go of each other. Always by each others side no matter how hard it got, especially when it got hard.

On a particulary difficult day. After an all hands on deck situation where worlds were colliding, the timelines were altered and earth itself was on the verge of destruction. The after math was messy but manageable. Batman nearly died in Supermans arms.

Now, Batman sat crouched on a building looking across the Gotham river. Heroes bustled down below, cleaning debris and clearing out buildings. Superman landed on the roof behind him and Bruce stood acknowledging his presence.

"You're bleeding." He had looked through his cape and suit to find a large gash across his back.

"It's superficial."

"I doubt it."

They sat in the silence. Listened to the cold night air rip past their capes. They watched as families were reunited. A young couple ran to one another, embracing as they fell into a desperate kiss. The scene would have stirred up emotions in anyone. But they weren't just anyone. They were Clark and Bruce. Batman and Superman.

"Can I ask you something?" Bruce didn't respond but Clark knew, he always knew, "In another life. . . Do you think it was us?"

Bruce didn't say anything again.

"I was just thinking about what that other Superman said and I don't know- I just got to thinking about us and if maybe. . . In another life it was us."

Bruce let the words settle with him. It had been a long day. Confusing at every turn as the league found themselves with dozens of their counter parts. Clark had noticed the closeness between that Batman and Superman as well it seemed.

Bruce took a chance to say what he had known for quite a while. The reason fate separated them from one another all those years ago and he was staring right at it- or them, he should say.

"I know it is." He said quietly.

"Then why do you think it wasn't in this one?" Clark stepped forward standing next to Bruce now.

Bruce smiled in the most earnest way. Clark hadn't seen that smile in quite some time.

"Because in this universe, it's them."

Clark followed his gaze finding Red Robin grinning and laughing like the world wasn't just ending an hour ago. Next to him was Superboy desperately denying something begging Robin to forget he ever said anything. He watched the way Kon blushed while taking to Tim. He watched the way Tim hesitantly reached for his hand. But then he witnessed something that nailed him to the floor.

Kon's eyes flashed to the gentle twitch of Tim's hand and he grabbed it. He pulled the boy closer stealing a quick kiss before letting go and checking their surroundings. Tim swatted him with his clipboard and tried to storm away but Kon swept him off his feet. Kissing him again. Oh, the passions of youth, he thought.

He knew exactly what Bruce was feeling. That moment you noticed your baby isn't a baby anymore. That moment you realize your kid doesn't need to hold your hand anymore. The day they fall in love. And just by looking at the way he's floating 2 ft off the ground, he knew Conner was in love. And he had it bad.

"Do you think they'll make it?" Clark turned to face him.

"They have what we never did."

"What is that?"

"Courage and time," Bruce stiffly turned and made his way across the roof, "Yes. . . I think they'll make it."

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Kon: Yep :)

Tim: Forever and ever

Kon: yep!

Tim: until one of us dies

Kon: Yea-

Kon, turning to look at Tim: Are you threatening me???

Tim:

Kon: You know, normal couples just say happy anniversary