fic Baby Mine parts 5 & 6
Title: Baby Mine part 5 & 6
Author: darthbatgirl
Beta: larsinger29
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Characters: Roy/Tim, Steph, Cassandra, Bruce, Jason Blood, Lian, Damian, Dick, Jason, Alfred,
Summary: Tim finds a baby in his living room one morning. With Roy's help, Tim discovers that the baby is his and Roy's. This discovery leads Roy and Tim down a path that will bind them together forever.
Previous Parts: 1 & 2 | 3 & 4 |
Word Count: 2628
Warnings: fluff, domestic, slice-of-life, slight angst
A/N: written for the dcu_bigbang. Thank you to the wonderful larsinger29 for her wonderful beta work. (All mistakes you see will be mine.)
Part 5
A week after Tim and Roy's reconciliation they got word from Zatanna, Baby is fine. No strings are attached. Congratulations guys, remember to invite me to the baby shower.
“That's it?” Roy asked from where he sat holding Jack and feeding him his bottle. “Everything’s cool - do you want disposable or cloth diaper?”
“Did we need anything else?” Tim asked as he closed his laptop.
Roy gave a one shoulder shrug, his eyes firmly on Jack. Lian had been much older when he got her, a little over one. This, this was as new for him as it was for Tim. “I don't know. Just something more.” Perhaps it was the guilt he felt for not being there the first couple of days. “Would a golden light of binding be too much to ask for?”
Tim couldn't help the chuckle as he got up and kissed Roy on top of his head. “Do you want me to take him?” he asked when he noticed Jack was done with his bottle.
“Nah, I got him,” Roy said as he flipped a burp rag over his shoulder and lifted Jack up and began gentle, but firm, pats on his back.
“Okay, just bring him up when your done so I can get him dressed,”Tim grinning as he headed up to Jack's room.
Lian and Damian were already up in the room. Damian sitting in the rocking chair with his usual mask of indifference on his face (though Tim thought it was beginning to look kind of hard for Damian to pull it off convincingly) Lian was gleefully laying out an outfit for Jack. It was a little black T-shirt with a yellow bat symbol on it with a pair of matching black pants to it, and black and yellow striped socks, “What do you think Tim?” she asked, “Barbara sent it over. I think it's adorable. I wonder if I can find a Green Arrow one, Grandpa Ollie would like that.”
Damian snorted, “It must be a girl thing. Brown was mooning over a S-shield shirt she found in the drawer the other day.”
“You mean the shirt I bought him?” Tim asked mildly. The tone was enough to make Damian swallow whatever he was thinking of saying. Any other time Damian wouldn't hesitate at all with a snarky comeback, but . . ever since Jack had come into their lives Damian had been strangely respectful of Tim as parent.
Turning his attention back to Lian for a moment, he said, “Your Dad will be up in a minute and you can help get Jack dressed. Damian, why don't we get the stroller out.”
There was a park no more than three blocks away from the Brownstone. Roy had suggested taking Jack out for a walk in the stroller - and getting Lian and Damian out of the house couldn't be a bad thing.
* * * *
An hour later found Tim and Roy pushing Jack in his stroller; Lian and Damian had disappeared almost as soon as they had entered the park. In comfortable silence they walked along the path nodding to other parents out with their children.
“So,” Roy began breaking the silence, “Jack is his first name, I like it, good choice. Does he have a middle name?”
Tim looked a little sheepish, a slight blush covering his cheeks, “ . . . Richard,”
Roy grinned as he nodded, “I'd say I was surprised, but not really and it fits. Jack Richard . . . Drake-Wayne - Harper, or would it be Harper - Drake-Wayne? Man is he not going to thank us when he gets to school.”
Tim chuckled softly, “I like Harper being the last part, of the name you know.”
Roy's grin softened into a warm and loving smile, “So do I and not just for Jack.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Marry me.”
Tim's shoulders stiffened and he stopped walking, his hands tightening on the handle as he looked up at Roy,”What?”
“You heard me,” Roy said, bumping his shoulder with Tim’s.
“Yeah, I did,” Tim said, slowly, “But, if this is because of Jack . . .”
“This is because you walk two blocks out of your way to work in the morning get your favorite cappuccino, even though there’s at least two coffee shops on your way. This is because you read A Study in Scarlet on rainy days. This is because you are scarily brilliant, and beautiful, and I could spend the rest of the day telling factoids I know about you. This is because I love you,” Roy continued smiling, bringing up a hand to cup his cheek, letting his thumb brush against Tim's lower lip, “Timothy Jackson Drake . . . er Drake-Wayne or whatever version is current right now, marry me.”
Tim wrapped his arms around Roy's neck drawing him into a kiss. Roy tangled one hand in Tim's hair, the other wrapping around his back slipping under the shirt petting the cool skin there. Then his hand slowly inched downward but was stopped by Tim's fingers wrapping around his wrist.
“We're in the middle of a park,” Tim breathed, his lips moving against Roy's, his breath warming Roy's skin.
“What? The good people of Gotham never seen two people grope each other in the park before? I'm betting they have,” Roy drawled, drawing out the words in a sing-song voice.
Roy felt Tim's lips turn up in a grin as he whispers, “Then you're going to pay for our son's therapy when he deals with having us making out in front of him in his subconscious.”
Roy just laughs as he drops his head to Tim's neck, inhaling the smell of him. “I'll call Dick to watch Jack for us tonight. We can teleport to Star City, go to that Greek place you like, celebrate properly.”
“Celebrate?” Roy asked, raising head from Tim's neck, “And what are we celebrating? I haven't gotten an answer yet.”
For a long moment all Tim did was stare into Roy's eyes. As if he could find the answers to all his questions in the pools of Roy's emerald eyes. And then slowly, softly he said, “Yes. Yes, I'll marry you.”
Part 6
The air tingled with an added warmth to it as Roy and Tim walked close to each other on the way home. They each pushed the stroller with one hand while Roy had his other arm wrapped around Tim's shoulders and Tim had his wrapped around Roy's waist.
Lian and Damian lagged behind them, bringing up the far rear. They hadn't told the kids about their engagement yet, wanting to get Jack settled down for his afternoon nap first before telling Lian and Damian (well, at least telling Lian, it was only right that she should know first, the fact that Damian was there was just an added bonus really), but it already seemed that the two knew something was up. Lian kept smiling into her hands while Damian just kept looking at Roy and Tim with a look of superiority - though that was normal for Damian.
When they reached Tim's Brownstone, a small group of people were gathered on the stoop and it occurred to the couple that maybe the kids knew more than they were letting on. Dick sat on the third step, a huge grin threatened to split his face in half, to his right Stephanie and Cassandra sat with their arms linked, Stephanie echoing Dick's smile while Cassandra gave a more quiet one. Jason stood on the top step leaning against the banister, his familiar smirk firmly on his face, but his eyes were warmer than usual. Alfred stood next to him, warmth and happiness rolled off of him as he grinned. Finally, Bruce was leaning against the door, his hands shoved in his pockets and a blank expression on his face.
“Uh . . are we missing out on something here Pretty Bird?” Roy asked, turning to Tim.
Tim looked over his shoulder at the trailing kids, “Damian?” he asked.
Damian hurried his steps to bring him closer to his older brother and then bent down and retrieved something from under the stroller, with a smirk that rivaled Jason's.
“A tracer?” Roy asked. “You put a tracer on the baby stroller.”
“Well of course I did. Why would I allow my nephew to go out without one?” Damian asked, looking at Roy as if he was the child. “It has a one hundred mile radius and is patched directly to Oracle.”
“Who just patched today's conversation you two had to all of us,” Dick supplied and, if anything, his grin grew.
“You know, most other guys would probably get upset over something like this, but this is my life. So . . . not that really surprised at all of this,” Roy said, taking the tracer from Damian and looking at it. A low chuckle filter through the group at that.
Then Dick jumped up, not being able to contain his excitement further. He swept each of them up in a hug; first Roy whispering “You two are going to be fantastic together”, and then Tim, whispering “Congrats little brother, love you.”
“Hey! I was suppose to hug them first,” Lian grumbled at Dick.
“Sorry! Sorry, Princess,” Dick said stepping aside.
She gave him a smile to say all was forgiven and then proceeded to give both Roy and Tim hugs that were no less enthusiastic than Dick's were. That seemed to be everyone's cue to add their own congratulations. Stephanie swept in, not to be outdone by Dick and Lian giving bone crushing hugs and kisses on the cheeks. Cassandra was more subdued giving them soft squeezes on their forearms and a small smile.
Jason ruffled Tim's hair and slapped Roy on the back. “Couldn't have waited another two months?” I just lost twenty bucks in Cyborg's pool because of this, Harper.”
“Cyborg had a betting pool on when we'd get married?” Tim asked with an arched eyebrow.
“This one was just for the engagement. He's got an entirely different one for the wedding,” said Jason, smirking.
Tim just face palmed while Roy threw back his head and laughed.
“Master Roy, Master Tim,” Alfred said grasping their hands, “Congratulations and welcome to the family, Master Roy . . . and Master Jason, if you feel like cutting out the middle man you can just give your twenty to me.”
Jason's jaw dropped as the rest of the group laughed.
Tim looked up to where Bruce was still standing against the door. He hadn't moved or spoken yet. A crease of worry formed between Tim's eyes as his and Bruce's eyes met. Tim's full of questions.
A moment past and then another. Then Bruce was walking down the steps and pulling Tim into a fierce hug, kissing his temple and holding out his hand for Roy to shake. After the hand shake, Bruce stepped back and took out his wallet, fished out a twenty and handed it to Alfred, “ I had Valentine’s Day,” He said with a ghost of a smile.
Dick let out a howl of laughter quickly joined in by Jason, Roy and Stephanie. Roy almost missed the ringing of his phone. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket, “Roy Harper here.”
His greeting was met with a high pitch squealing followed quickly by “We just saw the footage! That was the most perfect thing I've ever seen!”
“Mia?” Roy asked, confused.
“Yes, and Connor's here, too, Just wait till Ollie and Dinah see this! Man are they going to be mad that they went out to lunch.”
“See what? What are you babbling about?” Roy asked, more than a little confused.”
“The footage of you and Tim in the park Oracle had sent us, “ Connor filled in. “It was very sweet. Congratulations.”
“Uh . . thanks, Connor.”
“What's going on?” Tim mouthed.
“Apparently Oracle not only was able to listen in with Damian's tracer, but also lined up some of the security cameras and recorded it and is now in the process of sending it to all of our friends and family,” Roy said. “Maybe Cyborg's giving her a cut of the pool.”
* * * *
As Tim understands it, weddings take time and an insane amount of planning. What he doesn't understand is how Damian and Lian had wrestled all control of the planning away from Roy and Tim. It was their wedding after all. Regardless of what Tim had thought, Damian and Lian had completely taken over. (Well Damian and Lian and Alfred really, but Alfred kept saying he was only there as only as a secretary role.)
Like all things concerning Damian and Lian though, things deteriorated quickly. It first began with where the wedding would be. Lian had stated it had to be in Star City, after all. Damian had scoffed and said since Harper had proposed then the majority of the planning was decided by the 'bride's' family. Lian snorted and dared Damian to call Tim “the bride” the next time he saw him. The argument went on for days until Alfred stepped in and suggested that they might want to keep it in Gotham due to young Jack. He was much too young to be traveling to Star City, even with a teleporter. While Damian preened with his victory, Lian decided to get the jump on the next item to settle and set the date for the coming spring. “Everyone likes spring weddings.” she said.
From there it only got worse. The caterers, the florists, the music, and decorations were all up for argument. Damian and Lian had set up base in Tim’s dining room, pamphlets, magazines, planners covered the table and usually Damian and Lian would sit on either side and argue. Roy and Tim hadn't stepped foot in the room since they'd gotten engaged.
Even now Tim tip-toed past the dining room to join Roy in the living room. He could hear Damian huffing and puffing about ice sculptures of all things. “Doves? Really? When did you become such a girl?”
“I am a girl!” Lian shot back.
“Hm, hadn't notice,” was Damian's retort.
With a sigh, Tim shook his head and headed to the couch. Roy was sitting on the floor on a blanket with Jack. The baby was laying on his back making soft gurgling/cooing noises as Roy tickled his feet. “I have given up entirely on this wedding,” Tim sighed.
“Quick trip to Vegas would solve all this trouble,” Roy teased.
Tim snorted, “They would kill us if we did that. We'd ruin all of their fun.”
“Yeah, I would rather not have my own daughter stalking me,” Roy said.
“Still,” Tim said as he stretched out on the couch. “Vegas sounds more us than the three ring circus they've got planned.”
Roy looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, “Then let’s do what's right for us.”
“What? We can't.”
“Yes we can. It is our wedding despite what the terrible duo think. I don't want to wait till spring to get married and I don't think you do either. So lets say in two weeks we go down to the courthouse and get married.” Roy said crawling over and taking Tim's hand.
“But the kids . .” Tim began.
“Can have the reception. We can have it at the Manor and the kids can put something together that is awesome, because the Wayne name goes far in this town and Alfred is helping too. Come on let’s make this about us,” he said, kissing Tim's knuckles.
Tim smiled softly, reaching up and running his fingers through Roy's hair. “So in two weeks time we'll be married. I like the sound of that. I like it a lot. Just one thing . . who's going to tell Damian and Lian they have put their plans on the back burner?”
Author: darthbatgirl
Beta: larsinger29
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Characters: Roy/Tim, Steph, Cassandra, Bruce, Jason Blood, Lian, Damian, Dick, Jason, Alfred,
Summary: Tim finds a baby in his living room one morning. With Roy's help, Tim discovers that the baby is his and Roy's. This discovery leads Roy and Tim down a path that will bind them together forever.
Previous Parts: 1 & 2 | 3 & 4 |
Word Count: 2628
Warnings: fluff, domestic, slice-of-life, slight angst
A/N: written for the dcu_bigbang. Thank you to the wonderful larsinger29 for her wonderful beta work. (All mistakes you see will be mine.)
Part 5
A week after Tim and Roy's reconciliation they got word from Zatanna, Baby is fine. No strings are attached. Congratulations guys, remember to invite me to the baby shower.
“That's it?” Roy asked from where he sat holding Jack and feeding him his bottle. “Everything’s cool - do you want disposable or cloth diaper?”
“Did we need anything else?” Tim asked as he closed his laptop.
Roy gave a one shoulder shrug, his eyes firmly on Jack. Lian had been much older when he got her, a little over one. This, this was as new for him as it was for Tim. “I don't know. Just something more.” Perhaps it was the guilt he felt for not being there the first couple of days. “Would a golden light of binding be too much to ask for?”
Tim couldn't help the chuckle as he got up and kissed Roy on top of his head. “Do you want me to take him?” he asked when he noticed Jack was done with his bottle.
“Nah, I got him,” Roy said as he flipped a burp rag over his shoulder and lifted Jack up and began gentle, but firm, pats on his back.
“Okay, just bring him up when your done so I can get him dressed,”Tim grinning as he headed up to Jack's room.
Lian and Damian were already up in the room. Damian sitting in the rocking chair with his usual mask of indifference on his face (though Tim thought it was beginning to look kind of hard for Damian to pull it off convincingly) Lian was gleefully laying out an outfit for Jack. It was a little black T-shirt with a yellow bat symbol on it with a pair of matching black pants to it, and black and yellow striped socks, “What do you think Tim?” she asked, “Barbara sent it over. I think it's adorable. I wonder if I can find a Green Arrow one, Grandpa Ollie would like that.”
Damian snorted, “It must be a girl thing. Brown was mooning over a S-shield shirt she found in the drawer the other day.”
“You mean the shirt I bought him?” Tim asked mildly. The tone was enough to make Damian swallow whatever he was thinking of saying. Any other time Damian wouldn't hesitate at all with a snarky comeback, but . . ever since Jack had come into their lives Damian had been strangely respectful of Tim as parent.
Turning his attention back to Lian for a moment, he said, “Your Dad will be up in a minute and you can help get Jack dressed. Damian, why don't we get the stroller out.”
There was a park no more than three blocks away from the Brownstone. Roy had suggested taking Jack out for a walk in the stroller - and getting Lian and Damian out of the house couldn't be a bad thing.
* * * *
An hour later found Tim and Roy pushing Jack in his stroller; Lian and Damian had disappeared almost as soon as they had entered the park. In comfortable silence they walked along the path nodding to other parents out with their children.
“So,” Roy began breaking the silence, “Jack is his first name, I like it, good choice. Does he have a middle name?”
Tim looked a little sheepish, a slight blush covering his cheeks, “ . . . Richard,”
Roy grinned as he nodded, “I'd say I was surprised, but not really and it fits. Jack Richard . . . Drake-Wayne - Harper, or would it be Harper - Drake-Wayne? Man is he not going to thank us when he gets to school.”
Tim chuckled softly, “I like Harper being the last part, of the name you know.”
Roy's grin softened into a warm and loving smile, “So do I and not just for Jack.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Marry me.”
Tim's shoulders stiffened and he stopped walking, his hands tightening on the handle as he looked up at Roy,”What?”
“You heard me,” Roy said, bumping his shoulder with Tim’s.
“Yeah, I did,” Tim said, slowly, “But, if this is because of Jack . . .”
“This is because you walk two blocks out of your way to work in the morning get your favorite cappuccino, even though there’s at least two coffee shops on your way. This is because you read A Study in Scarlet on rainy days. This is because you are scarily brilliant, and beautiful, and I could spend the rest of the day telling factoids I know about you. This is because I love you,” Roy continued smiling, bringing up a hand to cup his cheek, letting his thumb brush against Tim's lower lip, “Timothy Jackson Drake . . . er Drake-Wayne or whatever version is current right now, marry me.”
Tim wrapped his arms around Roy's neck drawing him into a kiss. Roy tangled one hand in Tim's hair, the other wrapping around his back slipping under the shirt petting the cool skin there. Then his hand slowly inched downward but was stopped by Tim's fingers wrapping around his wrist.
“We're in the middle of a park,” Tim breathed, his lips moving against Roy's, his breath warming Roy's skin.
“What? The good people of Gotham never seen two people grope each other in the park before? I'm betting they have,” Roy drawled, drawing out the words in a sing-song voice.
Roy felt Tim's lips turn up in a grin as he whispers, “Then you're going to pay for our son's therapy when he deals with having us making out in front of him in his subconscious.”
Roy just laughs as he drops his head to Tim's neck, inhaling the smell of him. “I'll call Dick to watch Jack for us tonight. We can teleport to Star City, go to that Greek place you like, celebrate properly.”
“Celebrate?” Roy asked, raising head from Tim's neck, “And what are we celebrating? I haven't gotten an answer yet.”
For a long moment all Tim did was stare into Roy's eyes. As if he could find the answers to all his questions in the pools of Roy's emerald eyes. And then slowly, softly he said, “Yes. Yes, I'll marry you.”
Part 6
The air tingled with an added warmth to it as Roy and Tim walked close to each other on the way home. They each pushed the stroller with one hand while Roy had his other arm wrapped around Tim's shoulders and Tim had his wrapped around Roy's waist.
Lian and Damian lagged behind them, bringing up the far rear. They hadn't told the kids about their engagement yet, wanting to get Jack settled down for his afternoon nap first before telling Lian and Damian (well, at least telling Lian, it was only right that she should know first, the fact that Damian was there was just an added bonus really), but it already seemed that the two knew something was up. Lian kept smiling into her hands while Damian just kept looking at Roy and Tim with a look of superiority - though that was normal for Damian.
When they reached Tim's Brownstone, a small group of people were gathered on the stoop and it occurred to the couple that maybe the kids knew more than they were letting on. Dick sat on the third step, a huge grin threatened to split his face in half, to his right Stephanie and Cassandra sat with their arms linked, Stephanie echoing Dick's smile while Cassandra gave a more quiet one. Jason stood on the top step leaning against the banister, his familiar smirk firmly on his face, but his eyes were warmer than usual. Alfred stood next to him, warmth and happiness rolled off of him as he grinned. Finally, Bruce was leaning against the door, his hands shoved in his pockets and a blank expression on his face.
“Uh . . are we missing out on something here Pretty Bird?” Roy asked, turning to Tim.
Tim looked over his shoulder at the trailing kids, “Damian?” he asked.
Damian hurried his steps to bring him closer to his older brother and then bent down and retrieved something from under the stroller, with a smirk that rivaled Jason's.
“A tracer?” Roy asked. “You put a tracer on the baby stroller.”
“Well of course I did. Why would I allow my nephew to go out without one?” Damian asked, looking at Roy as if he was the child. “It has a one hundred mile radius and is patched directly to Oracle.”
“Who just patched today's conversation you two had to all of us,” Dick supplied and, if anything, his grin grew.
“You know, most other guys would probably get upset over something like this, but this is my life. So . . . not that really surprised at all of this,” Roy said, taking the tracer from Damian and looking at it. A low chuckle filter through the group at that.
Then Dick jumped up, not being able to contain his excitement further. He swept each of them up in a hug; first Roy whispering “You two are going to be fantastic together”, and then Tim, whispering “Congrats little brother, love you.”
“Hey! I was suppose to hug them first,” Lian grumbled at Dick.
“Sorry! Sorry, Princess,” Dick said stepping aside.
She gave him a smile to say all was forgiven and then proceeded to give both Roy and Tim hugs that were no less enthusiastic than Dick's were. That seemed to be everyone's cue to add their own congratulations. Stephanie swept in, not to be outdone by Dick and Lian giving bone crushing hugs and kisses on the cheeks. Cassandra was more subdued giving them soft squeezes on their forearms and a small smile.
Jason ruffled Tim's hair and slapped Roy on the back. “Couldn't have waited another two months?” I just lost twenty bucks in Cyborg's pool because of this, Harper.”
“Cyborg had a betting pool on when we'd get married?” Tim asked with an arched eyebrow.
“This one was just for the engagement. He's got an entirely different one for the wedding,” said Jason, smirking.
Tim just face palmed while Roy threw back his head and laughed.
“Master Roy, Master Tim,” Alfred said grasping their hands, “Congratulations and welcome to the family, Master Roy . . . and Master Jason, if you feel like cutting out the middle man you can just give your twenty to me.”
Jason's jaw dropped as the rest of the group laughed.
Tim looked up to where Bruce was still standing against the door. He hadn't moved or spoken yet. A crease of worry formed between Tim's eyes as his and Bruce's eyes met. Tim's full of questions.
A moment past and then another. Then Bruce was walking down the steps and pulling Tim into a fierce hug, kissing his temple and holding out his hand for Roy to shake. After the hand shake, Bruce stepped back and took out his wallet, fished out a twenty and handed it to Alfred, “ I had Valentine’s Day,” He said with a ghost of a smile.
Dick let out a howl of laughter quickly joined in by Jason, Roy and Stephanie. Roy almost missed the ringing of his phone. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket, “Roy Harper here.”
His greeting was met with a high pitch squealing followed quickly by “We just saw the footage! That was the most perfect thing I've ever seen!”
“Mia?” Roy asked, confused.
“Yes, and Connor's here, too, Just wait till Ollie and Dinah see this! Man are they going to be mad that they went out to lunch.”
“See what? What are you babbling about?” Roy asked, more than a little confused.”
“The footage of you and Tim in the park Oracle had sent us, “ Connor filled in. “It was very sweet. Congratulations.”
“Uh . . thanks, Connor.”
“What's going on?” Tim mouthed.
“Apparently Oracle not only was able to listen in with Damian's tracer, but also lined up some of the security cameras and recorded it and is now in the process of sending it to all of our friends and family,” Roy said. “Maybe Cyborg's giving her a cut of the pool.”
* * * *
As Tim understands it, weddings take time and an insane amount of planning. What he doesn't understand is how Damian and Lian had wrestled all control of the planning away from Roy and Tim. It was their wedding after all. Regardless of what Tim had thought, Damian and Lian had completely taken over. (Well Damian and Lian and Alfred really, but Alfred kept saying he was only there as only as a secretary role.)
Like all things concerning Damian and Lian though, things deteriorated quickly. It first began with where the wedding would be. Lian had stated it had to be in Star City, after all. Damian had scoffed and said since Harper had proposed then the majority of the planning was decided by the 'bride's' family. Lian snorted and dared Damian to call Tim “the bride” the next time he saw him. The argument went on for days until Alfred stepped in and suggested that they might want to keep it in Gotham due to young Jack. He was much too young to be traveling to Star City, even with a teleporter. While Damian preened with his victory, Lian decided to get the jump on the next item to settle and set the date for the coming spring. “Everyone likes spring weddings.” she said.
From there it only got worse. The caterers, the florists, the music, and decorations were all up for argument. Damian and Lian had set up base in Tim’s dining room, pamphlets, magazines, planners covered the table and usually Damian and Lian would sit on either side and argue. Roy and Tim hadn't stepped foot in the room since they'd gotten engaged.
Even now Tim tip-toed past the dining room to join Roy in the living room. He could hear Damian huffing and puffing about ice sculptures of all things. “Doves? Really? When did you become such a girl?”
“I am a girl!” Lian shot back.
“Hm, hadn't notice,” was Damian's retort.
With a sigh, Tim shook his head and headed to the couch. Roy was sitting on the floor on a blanket with Jack. The baby was laying on his back making soft gurgling/cooing noises as Roy tickled his feet. “I have given up entirely on this wedding,” Tim sighed.
“Quick trip to Vegas would solve all this trouble,” Roy teased.
Tim snorted, “They would kill us if we did that. We'd ruin all of their fun.”
“Yeah, I would rather not have my own daughter stalking me,” Roy said.
“Still,” Tim said as he stretched out on the couch. “Vegas sounds more us than the three ring circus they've got planned.”
Roy looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, “Then let’s do what's right for us.”
“What? We can't.”
“Yes we can. It is our wedding despite what the terrible duo think. I don't want to wait till spring to get married and I don't think you do either. So lets say in two weeks we go down to the courthouse and get married.” Roy said crawling over and taking Tim's hand.
“But the kids . .” Tim began.
“Can have the reception. We can have it at the Manor and the kids can put something together that is awesome, because the Wayne name goes far in this town and Alfred is helping too. Come on let’s make this about us,” he said, kissing Tim's knuckles.
Tim smiled softly, reaching up and running his fingers through Roy's hair. “So in two weeks time we'll be married. I like the sound of that. I like it a lot. Just one thing . . who's going to tell Damian and Lian they have put their plans on the back burner?”