Finding Out:Part 1
Title: Finding Out (Part 1)
Author: Cat_13145
Rating: PG /R
Word Count: 438
Charcters: All of the male Robins (sorry Steph fans, I haven't read her enough to do her voice), Bruce/Clark Implied
Author's Notes: "A Sight for Sore Eyes" by ladybugkay inspired this fic, especially Tim's reaction. This is my first attempt at Bruce/Clark, Takes place in a wonderful world, where the Robins are mostly all together and aren't trying to kill each other (more than any normal brothers) and the shortest multipart fic I've ever written, so please let me know if shorter really is better.
Summary: How the Robins found out
Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did, this would be cannon.
“O.K. that’s disgusting!” Jason bent down, picking up the red, stained garment that was lying on the cave floor.
“Thought you said you and clone had finished it.”
“His name is Kon.” Tim said, his hair still wet from the shower. “And we have. Dying changes a person, you should know that.”
Jason turned one eyebrow cocked to look at Dick, who shook his head.
“Super’s have never done it for me.” Jason made a noise that might have been “Yeah right.”, while Tim examined the cape.
“It’s definitely a cape.” He said, softly. “You sure it’s a Super?”
Jason snorted. “You know anyone else with that fashion sense, Bird boy?”
Further conversation was cut off by Damian’s emergence from the showers.
***
“That’s weird,” Dick said, about a week later.
“What?” Tim asked, hardly bothering to look up. He and Jason were creaming Damian on the play station.
“Babs just called. Apparently there’s two hours of Cave scurrilous missing.”
Tim spun around, not noticing his car crashing off the side of a cliff. Jason hit the pause button on the machine, ignoring Damian’s scream of protest.
“How?”
“According to Babs,” Dick said, sitting down next to them. “It was deleted here. In the cave. She was checking it wasn’t one of us.”
Tim shook his head and Dick glanced at Jason.
“Ain’t got nothing to hide, Golden boy.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes, each considering the situation and running through the list of enemies.
Suddenly, Jason started to laugh.
“He’s done it. The old man has finally done something about it.”
On an impulse, Dick turned. “Bed Damian.”
“But it’s only…”
“Bed. Now.”
As soon as he was out of the room, Dick rounded on Jason. “What are you talking about?”
“Bruce. He and Clark must have finally done something.”
“What?” Tim looked confused. “Bruce is straight.”
Dick looked a little less certain. “There was a rocker in Europe, when he was younger.”
“And if you believe he and Dent were just friends, you’re younger than you look baby bird.” Jason said, grinning manically. “It all fits. That cape, the missing surveillance footage...”
“It’s all circumstantial!” Tim argued,
“That Crush isn’t.” Jason said. “Come on. You can’t pretend that he isn’t…”
He watched as Tim’s face creased. “Picturing them doing it?”
“EW. It’s like thinking about your parents. Ew!”
“I don’t know.” Dick said, leaning back. “Man has a beautiful body. Who wouldn’t want to see Superman wearing nothing but a smile?”
Jason muttered “and I’m the crazy one!?”
While Tim shook his head. “Question is what are we going to do about it?”
TBC