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Dick/Tim Dimensional Travel - Tim's family meet alternate Dick
Damian, Dick, and Jason filed into the elevator and Damian stabbed the button to take them to the floor that Tim's penthouse was on, “I tell you there is something odd with Drake,” Damian said as he crossed his arms over his chest. “He hasn't been to the cave in weeks.”
Jason rolled his eyes as he and Dick shared a look, “It's the end of the spring quarter at WE, Tim's just going over the reports.”
“Yeah squirt, Timmy's just curled up with his calculator.” Jason smirked.
“Pennyworth talked to him yesterday, he said he sounded suspiciously cheerful,” Damian grumbled.
Dick hid a smile behind his hand before saying, “Damian, Tim is allowed to be in a good mood.”
Damian gave Dick a side long look, “He also said he thought he heard your voice in the background.”
“I haven't been over to Tim's in a couple of weeks,” Dick said shaking his head.
“Exactly. He is keeping company with a stranger,” Damian said with almost distaste.
“Huh Timmy got a guy?” Jason smirked. “Way to go Timbo. What's wrong little D? Afraid you lost your chance with him”
“Tt. Do you always have to be so infantile Todd?” Damian sniffed as he lead the way out of the elevator and down the hall to Tim's penthouse. “Drake has a less than stellar record at romantic encounters, he needs to be saved from his own bungling devices.”
“Oh don't get so sentimental Damie, I'm starting to tear up here,” Jason scoffed.
“Don't call me Dami!” Damian snarled as he banged on Tim's door.
“Damian? Jason . . and Dick?” Tim said when he opened the door. “What are you guys doing here?”
“What can't we just drop by and see our baby brother on a whim? We need a written invitation?” Jason asked as he pushed past Damian into the apartment. “And sorry Dami but you're too prickly to be the baby.”
“No you don't need an invitation. It's just that you usually don't . . unless it's after patrol,” Tim said cautiously as Dick and Damian filed in, Tim trying not to look apprehensive.
“Well there was a reason we are here,” Jason smirked as he threw himself down on the couch. “Rumor has it you found yourself a boy toy.”
“A what?”
“Ah Damian seems to think you've got a boyfriend and that's why you haven't been around the cave much,” Dick filled in smiling apolitically.
“My way of saying it was more fun,” Jason muttered.
“Tim?” a new, but painfully familiar sounding, voice called out. Followed by a second Dick Grayson walking in the room. Damian and Jason's jaw dropped and Dick's eyes went wide as saucers as they looked between Dick and Tim.
Damian was the first to get over the shock. He snapped his jaw shut and turned to Jason and Dick, “Ha. I was right.”
Dick/Tim even more Dimensional Travel - When Alt Dick's family meets Tim
Bruce watch Dick hover over the sleeping boy in the cave's med lab. His lips form a thin line as Dick finally decided to settle down in the chair next to the bed, holding the boy's hand. He stepped up to the bed and looked down at the all too familiar face and suppressed the urge to push back the bangs, “He's not our Tim you know.”
“But he is Tim, You can't deny that,” Dick said as he went ahead and pushed the bangs back.
“A Tim who literally fell from a hole in the sky during a fight with the League of Assassins,” said Bruce.
“I know,” Dick said as he continued to watch Tim. “Did you see the look on Ra's face? It looked like he saw a ghost.”
“I think we all did. Damian still refuses to come down to the cave while he's still here,” Bruce said and weather or not he realized he had stepped closer to the bed. “ . . We don't know anything about this boy.”
“He helped us against the League. Without thought or question . . . it was like he was back,” Dick said, his voice thick.
“ . . .Don't do this Dick, to him or yourself.”
“I'm not doing anything,” the younger man snapped.
Bruce sighed and took his leave letting Dick stay with this Tim. Dick's eyes followed Bruce as he went up the stairs and then let out a sigh.
“I'm not doing anything,” Dick repeated. “ . . . At least I'm trying not to, I don't know what happened to bring you here, but I'll take care of you, I promise.
Dick/Tim Catlad/Stray verse
“You tripped the alarm!” Tim snarled.
“Yes,” Dick said happily as he leaned against an air conditioning duct.
“I staked that place out for three months!,” Tim said as he stalked closer.
“Yeah, I know,” Dick grinned as he twirled one of his escrima sticks.
“You called the cops on me. On me!” Tim waved his hands.
“It was either me or Batman,” Dick pointed out as he added juggling a batarang.
“Will you stop playing with those,” Tim snapped as he swiped the batarang away.
Dick pouted, as he pushed off and stepped closer to Tim. “Well I tried to play with something else but you scratched me.”
Tim glared at Dick, but didn't step away, “Catwoman is going to be pissed I blew this job.”
“Selina knows what it's like to try and steal something in Gotham,” said Dick wrapping an arm around Tim's waist.
“Hm maybe I should leave Gotham then. Find greener pastures, maybe New York,” Tim said looping an arm around Dick's neck.
“Oh but you wouldn't have nearly as much fun,” Dick said with a grin.
“True, I don't think Green Lantern would let me scratch him.” Tim said as he leaned in for a kiss.
Damian, Dick, and Jason filed into the elevator and Damian stabbed the button to take them to the floor that Tim's penthouse was on, “I tell you there is something odd with Drake,” Damian said as he crossed his arms over his chest. “He hasn't been to the cave in weeks.”
Jason rolled his eyes as he and Dick shared a look, “It's the end of the spring quarter at WE, Tim's just going over the reports.”
“Yeah squirt, Timmy's just curled up with his calculator.” Jason smirked.
“Pennyworth talked to him yesterday, he said he sounded suspiciously cheerful,” Damian grumbled.
Dick hid a smile behind his hand before saying, “Damian, Tim is allowed to be in a good mood.”
Damian gave Dick a side long look, “He also said he thought he heard your voice in the background.”
“I haven't been over to Tim's in a couple of weeks,” Dick said shaking his head.
“Exactly. He is keeping company with a stranger,” Damian said with almost distaste.
“Huh Timmy got a guy?” Jason smirked. “Way to go Timbo. What's wrong little D? Afraid you lost your chance with him”
“Tt. Do you always have to be so infantile Todd?” Damian sniffed as he lead the way out of the elevator and down the hall to Tim's penthouse. “Drake has a less than stellar record at romantic encounters, he needs to be saved from his own bungling devices.”
“Oh don't get so sentimental Damie, I'm starting to tear up here,” Jason scoffed.
“Don't call me Dami!” Damian snarled as he banged on Tim's door.
“Damian? Jason . . and Dick?” Tim said when he opened the door. “What are you guys doing here?”
“What can't we just drop by and see our baby brother on a whim? We need a written invitation?” Jason asked as he pushed past Damian into the apartment. “And sorry Dami but you're too prickly to be the baby.”
“No you don't need an invitation. It's just that you usually don't . . unless it's after patrol,” Tim said cautiously as Dick and Damian filed in, Tim trying not to look apprehensive.
“Well there was a reason we are here,” Jason smirked as he threw himself down on the couch. “Rumor has it you found yourself a boy toy.”
“A what?”
“Ah Damian seems to think you've got a boyfriend and that's why you haven't been around the cave much,” Dick filled in smiling apolitically.
“My way of saying it was more fun,” Jason muttered.
“Tim?” a new, but painfully familiar sounding, voice called out. Followed by a second Dick Grayson walking in the room. Damian and Jason's jaw dropped and Dick's eyes went wide as saucers as they looked between Dick and Tim.
Damian was the first to get over the shock. He snapped his jaw shut and turned to Jason and Dick, “Ha. I was right.”
Dick/Tim even more Dimensional Travel - When Alt Dick's family meets Tim
Bruce watch Dick hover over the sleeping boy in the cave's med lab. His lips form a thin line as Dick finally decided to settle down in the chair next to the bed, holding the boy's hand. He stepped up to the bed and looked down at the all too familiar face and suppressed the urge to push back the bangs, “He's not our Tim you know.”
“But he is Tim, You can't deny that,” Dick said as he went ahead and pushed the bangs back.
“A Tim who literally fell from a hole in the sky during a fight with the League of Assassins,” said Bruce.
“I know,” Dick said as he continued to watch Tim. “Did you see the look on Ra's face? It looked like he saw a ghost.”
“I think we all did. Damian still refuses to come down to the cave while he's still here,” Bruce said and weather or not he realized he had stepped closer to the bed. “ . . We don't know anything about this boy.”
“He helped us against the League. Without thought or question . . . it was like he was back,” Dick said, his voice thick.
“ . . .Don't do this Dick, to him or yourself.”
“I'm not doing anything,” the younger man snapped.
Bruce sighed and took his leave letting Dick stay with this Tim. Dick's eyes followed Bruce as he went up the stairs and then let out a sigh.
“I'm not doing anything,” Dick repeated. “ . . . At least I'm trying not to, I don't know what happened to bring you here, but I'll take care of you, I promise.
Dick/Tim Catlad/Stray verse
“You tripped the alarm!” Tim snarled.
“Yes,” Dick said happily as he leaned against an air conditioning duct.
“I staked that place out for three months!,” Tim said as he stalked closer.
“Yeah, I know,” Dick grinned as he twirled one of his escrima sticks.
“You called the cops on me. On me!” Tim waved his hands.
“It was either me or Batman,” Dick pointed out as he added juggling a batarang.
“Will you stop playing with those,” Tim snapped as he swiped the batarang away.
Dick pouted, as he pushed off and stepped closer to Tim. “Well I tried to play with something else but you scratched me.”
Tim glared at Dick, but didn't step away, “Catwoman is going to be pissed I blew this job.”
“Selina knows what it's like to try and steal something in Gotham,” said Dick wrapping an arm around Tim's waist.
“Hm maybe I should leave Gotham then. Find greener pastures, maybe New York,” Tim said looping an arm around Dick's neck.
“Oh but you wouldn't have nearly as much fun,” Dick said with a grin.
“True, I don't think Green Lantern would let me scratch him.” Tim said as he leaned in for a kiss.