#secondbestdetective

-- He’s been home for about two days. He’s not up and around much, crutches hurt his wrists. He pulls on jeans and a blue coat on over his bandages, planning to at least limp over to the sunroom and warm up. He’s stopped halfway to the kitchen by the lights flickering, leading to the front door. Of course someone’s at the door right when Alfred heads down to the cave.

He opens the door with a small frown, then hums when he remembers who it is. Bruce had told him he’d taken in a new kid only a few weeks after Jason had died. THAT had been a fighting match for the ages, Jason acting his age for once and throwing an honest to god tantrum. Vases and marble statuettes and fists flying. He’d been pretty proud of himself when he felt Bruce’s cheek crack and sink in,mirroring his own swollen left eye. Let the bastard see how that felt.

This has to be that kid. Who else would his age just shows up at the door? And, yeah, the kid is his fuckin’ age, because Bruce couldn’t even be assed to get another adult to put on the chopping block. He manages to keep the rage and jealousy off his face, mostly showing disinterest and disapproval.

Robin’s his, and Bruce just passed it on. He died wearing those colors and now this kid wormed his way into the role? He looks like some rich brat. No wonder Bruce loves him. Out with the old.

“Oh. You’re, Tom? Tim. The new kid. Alfred’s downstairs, dunno where Bruce is.” Jason shuffles around and opens the door. Leans on his crutch with a hand raised, takes a second  pause to put his hearing aid in. Winces as it turns on.

She woke up to a text, honestly an odd hour for tim to text her asking to come over, but she obliged, getting out of bed earlier than she should and putting on clothes that weren't PJs. pressing the switch on the coffee machine she sighed as she listened to that little coffee machine rumble. It was odd, is all. Then she saw him

I missed you

“I wasn't gone that long.” The words slip off her tongue haphazardly but judging by the soft grin tugging at her lips it’s clear she finds his remark endearing all the same. I missed you too, dork. Perhaps she had been away longer than originally intended, then again Stephanie wasn't exactly one to pass up opportunities to go out of city. Even if just on ‘business.’ Said trip had consisted for the majority of hours piled upon hours of keeping watch over a possible suspect and gathering intel, but still. Gotham was most assuredly not boring in any definition of the word but there came a point where a person got used to it. The change of scenery in a different city had been a pleasant switch, albeit a rather lengthy one.

Not to say she could spend too long away from Gotham though, but whether that was due to the city itself or the people in it was up for guessing.

Bruce really honestly had grown to hate these gala events with such a burning passion that he would rather deal with the Joker on meth than this. Holding the whiskey glass in his hand he wondered around the ballroom that was rented out for this even wondering if he could leave yet. 

Dick couldn’t make it something about having a test and Bruce couldn’t blame him for missing it. His schooling came first before these events as much as Bruce wanted him here. 

Being bumped the man looked down at the small child in front of him. “It’s alright,” he said softly to the boy in front of him. He gave the child a smile before offering his hand out. 

The drawing muse is strong with me, so here's a fun thing for @robin-decoded and @secondbestdetective!

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Jason let out a little chuckle, “You go through too many fish, Timbo. Stop killing them, just buy fake fish,” Or maybe Jason will buy him fake fish. Call it an early birthday present. Fish, to put an end to the fish massacre. 

@secondbestdetective (x.)

Oh, FUCK no!

Jason got it. Honestly, everybody in the family got it. Work makes eating an easy thing to forget. You gotta go here. You gotta go there. Life's a mess. We're too tired to cook, and what the fuck do you mean it's 4AM!?

“Jesus Christ...”

This boy needed to get his life together. Not to say Jason didn't too, but he at least made himself stop to eat every time he needed to take his meds.

“You look like you 'bout to pass out, so here's what we gonna do. I'm gonna call Bruce and Damian to take care a' this...”

He paused, put a hand on Tim's shoulder, got uncomfortably close to his face, and finished his sentence in an almost-whisper.