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Roy/Tim Normal verse parenting
“Come on Jack, open up. One more bite and then you can have your juice,” Tim coaxed as he held one more spoonful of cereal up to his two year old son's mouth.
“Tim do yo know where Lian's gym shoes are?” Roy asked as he breezed in, grabbing a piece of toast Tim had waiting on his spouse.
“Probably in her gym bag,” Tim said as he gave up on the last bite of cereal and gave the toddler his juice to happy squealing.
Lian came charging in and began devouring her cereal. Tim watched in bemusement, “You know if you got up when I woke you, you wouldn't need to inhale your breakfast like that.”
Lian had the decency to look a little ashamed at dragging her feet this morning. “Sorry.”
“That's okay,” Tim said as he ruffled her hair. “You already for soccer today?”
“Yep, as soon as Daddy finds my shoes,” Lian said leveling a look at Roy.
“They're in your bag.”
“You sure?”
“Yes I'm sure, put them there myself,” Tim said before turning to Roy, “You got Jack for Toddler Play Time?”
“Me and Jack never miss our play time, right Jackie boy?” Roy grinned at his son.
“Blocks!” Jack cheered
Roy laughed as he picked the little boy up out of his high chair. Lian finished her breakfast and ran down the hall. “Found my shoes!” she shouted as she grabbed her backpack and gym bag and headed out the door.
“Better go get her before she decides she's driving,” Tim laughed softly.
“Has she been hanging out with Jason again?” Roy teased as he kissed Tim. “See you at the game after work.”
“Alright have a good day love.”
Dick/Tim Undercover Spies
“You know, Red Robin isn't at all an intimidating of a name to have,” Dick Grayson said as he invited himself over to Tim Drake's table and sat down.
“So I'm not intimidating?” Tim asked as he regarded his unwanted guest.
“Oh I didn't say that. I've seen your work, you scare whole nations out of their paints. Your name - not so much. I get images of song birds,” Dick said as he waved a waitress over.
“Maybe I should change it then,” Tim offered after he gave his order to the waitress and after taking Dick's she wink at him and left.
“Oh don't you dare, do you have any idea how long it took me to put the pieces together that proved you actually existed and wasn't just some crazy urban legend?”
“One year, eight months, twenty -three days, and five hours,” Tim replied smugly.
Dick threw back his head and laughed, “Marry me.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“You snore,” said Tim with a hint of a smile.
The waitress came with their food, “Hope you enjoy it,” she cooed at Dick, which he smiled charmingly back whereas Tim rolled his eyes.
“How's the shoulder?” Tim asked trying not to show too much concern, but knew Dick was able to see through him.
“It twinges when it rains,” Dick said softly “It could have been worse, but amazingly I got this tip off right before it happened.”
“Well it sounds like someone decided to watch out for you,” Tim answered. “Maybe they'll trying to tell you you're an awful spy.”
“Nah they just like watching my devilishly handsome face.” Dick said with a smile.
When their meal was over Dick stood up and quickly bent down and kissed Tim on the cheek, “I'll be in Paris next month,” he whispered and quickly left.
After he watched Dick disappear in the crowd, Tim pulled out his planner and started re-arranging his schedule so it would at least allow a couple hours lay over in Paris.
Kon/Tim War AU
Lt Tim Drake was bone weary and was about ready to drop. He stopped by HQ long enough to file his report and ask where he could lay down - he didn't actually care where. He was pointed to a row a barracks and with a nod of thanks he headed over.
As Timothy pushed the door open music and laughter greeted his ears. A group of young men were gathered around the heater. A young man, who looked like he was Tim's age, was the center of the group regaling them all some tale of him leading a squad of troops against the enemy and capturing their General.
“Hey there!” the man called waving Tim over. “I'm Lt. Conner Kent, and these are some of the boys. Bart, Garth, Billy and Victor. Why don't you grab a mug and pull up a chair.”
“Uh Lt. Tim Drake, and I was actually just going get some sleep . . but thanks,” Tim said waving at the nearest bunk.
“Aw come on, what's wrong with hanging out a little,” Conner came over and wrapped a big arm around Tim's shoulders and pulled him toward the group. Before he knew it, Tim was pushed into a chair and a mug of strong coffee was placed in his hand and for the next three hours listened to stories, well mostly listened to Lt. Kent tell stories much to the delight of his audience.
At some point Tim lost the battle with consciousness and fell asleep in his chair. His neck and back were stiff and he was cold due to the fire in the heater dying down. The others had all gone to their bunks from the sounds of various snoring. Tim stretched and swore next time he'd never get dragged into another story swap again when he noticed Conner Kent still sitting next to the heater.
This time though he was much more subdued, his face had a drawn - almost haunted look to it. “You know I do it for them.” he said quietly as if he was just waiting for Tim to wake up. “The stories, the boasting, everything. I do it for the boys to keep their spirits up. They wouldn't be interested in the what really happens.”
Tim looked hesitantly for a moment before shifting over to the chair next to Conner. “You can tell me. I'd like to hear what really happened..”
“Come on Jack, open up. One more bite and then you can have your juice,” Tim coaxed as he held one more spoonful of cereal up to his two year old son's mouth.
“Tim do yo know where Lian's gym shoes are?” Roy asked as he breezed in, grabbing a piece of toast Tim had waiting on his spouse.
“Probably in her gym bag,” Tim said as he gave up on the last bite of cereal and gave the toddler his juice to happy squealing.
Lian came charging in and began devouring her cereal. Tim watched in bemusement, “You know if you got up when I woke you, you wouldn't need to inhale your breakfast like that.”
Lian had the decency to look a little ashamed at dragging her feet this morning. “Sorry.”
“That's okay,” Tim said as he ruffled her hair. “You already for soccer today?”
“Yep, as soon as Daddy finds my shoes,” Lian said leveling a look at Roy.
“They're in your bag.”
“You sure?”
“Yes I'm sure, put them there myself,” Tim said before turning to Roy, “You got Jack for Toddler Play Time?”
“Me and Jack never miss our play time, right Jackie boy?” Roy grinned at his son.
“Blocks!” Jack cheered
Roy laughed as he picked the little boy up out of his high chair. Lian finished her breakfast and ran down the hall. “Found my shoes!” she shouted as she grabbed her backpack and gym bag and headed out the door.
“Better go get her before she decides she's driving,” Tim laughed softly.
“Has she been hanging out with Jason again?” Roy teased as he kissed Tim. “See you at the game after work.”
“Alright have a good day love.”
Dick/Tim Undercover Spies
“You know, Red Robin isn't at all an intimidating of a name to have,” Dick Grayson said as he invited himself over to Tim Drake's table and sat down.
“So I'm not intimidating?” Tim asked as he regarded his unwanted guest.
“Oh I didn't say that. I've seen your work, you scare whole nations out of their paints. Your name - not so much. I get images of song birds,” Dick said as he waved a waitress over.
“Maybe I should change it then,” Tim offered after he gave his order to the waitress and after taking Dick's she wink at him and left.
“Oh don't you dare, do you have any idea how long it took me to put the pieces together that proved you actually existed and wasn't just some crazy urban legend?”
“One year, eight months, twenty -three days, and five hours,” Tim replied smugly.
Dick threw back his head and laughed, “Marry me.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“You snore,” said Tim with a hint of a smile.
The waitress came with their food, “Hope you enjoy it,” she cooed at Dick, which he smiled charmingly back whereas Tim rolled his eyes.
“How's the shoulder?” Tim asked trying not to show too much concern, but knew Dick was able to see through him.
“It twinges when it rains,” Dick said softly “It could have been worse, but amazingly I got this tip off right before it happened.”
“Well it sounds like someone decided to watch out for you,” Tim answered. “Maybe they'll trying to tell you you're an awful spy.”
“Nah they just like watching my devilishly handsome face.” Dick said with a smile.
When their meal was over Dick stood up and quickly bent down and kissed Tim on the cheek, “I'll be in Paris next month,” he whispered and quickly left.
After he watched Dick disappear in the crowd, Tim pulled out his planner and started re-arranging his schedule so it would at least allow a couple hours lay over in Paris.
Kon/Tim War AU
Lt Tim Drake was bone weary and was about ready to drop. He stopped by HQ long enough to file his report and ask where he could lay down - he didn't actually care where. He was pointed to a row a barracks and with a nod of thanks he headed over.
As Timothy pushed the door open music and laughter greeted his ears. A group of young men were gathered around the heater. A young man, who looked like he was Tim's age, was the center of the group regaling them all some tale of him leading a squad of troops against the enemy and capturing their General.
“Hey there!” the man called waving Tim over. “I'm Lt. Conner Kent, and these are some of the boys. Bart, Garth, Billy and Victor. Why don't you grab a mug and pull up a chair.”
“Uh Lt. Tim Drake, and I was actually just going get some sleep . . but thanks,” Tim said waving at the nearest bunk.
“Aw come on, what's wrong with hanging out a little,” Conner came over and wrapped a big arm around Tim's shoulders and pulled him toward the group. Before he knew it, Tim was pushed into a chair and a mug of strong coffee was placed in his hand and for the next three hours listened to stories, well mostly listened to Lt. Kent tell stories much to the delight of his audience.
At some point Tim lost the battle with consciousness and fell asleep in his chair. His neck and back were stiff and he was cold due to the fire in the heater dying down. The others had all gone to their bunks from the sounds of various snoring. Tim stretched and swore next time he'd never get dragged into another story swap again when he noticed Conner Kent still sitting next to the heater.
This time though he was much more subdued, his face had a drawn - almost haunted look to it. “You know I do it for them.” he said quietly as if he was just waiting for Tim to wake up. “The stories, the boasting, everything. I do it for the boys to keep their spirits up. They wouldn't be interested in the what really happens.”
Tim looked hesitantly for a moment before shifting over to the chair next to Conner. “You can tell me. I'd like to hear what really happened..”