I love love LOVE adorable Baby Jay to death but imagine Baby Tim.
Imagine a baby casually stowing away to your space HQ via your bottomless cape. GL spots it wiggling but no one believes his eldritch cape theory & Batman gaslights him.
GL: IT MOVED!
Batman: It's a cape over a living body.
GL: So you admit there's something under there!
Superman: Uh, yeah? He's wearing it??
Dying at the thought of Baby Timmy being bold and fearless around Batman, saying he'll come with him, help him, protect him, and there's nothing the Bat can do about it.
With Bruce? It's completely different. Tim shape-shifting from this overly confident, cocky, devil may care toddler to Bruce's silent, -- too silent, -- shadow?
Bruce doesn't like that. At all.
"He reminds me of you when you were younger, master Bruce."
Bruce really doesn't like that.
It worries him that Tim doesn't have a favorite color, a favorite food, snack, game, TV show, subject, or a hero he can annoy Bruce with. Not like his brothers.
"He's not my brother, B."
"You can't take him to show and tell, then."
Jason, 12, an angel usually, a little devil when Dick's around, is trying to stuff Tim in his backpack. " No!"
