FILL: Robin and the Robins 3/6
anonymous
August 13 2012, 01:15:36 UTC
Despite his certainty that Peep will die, Jason keeps going into Damian’s room to check on the little thing, apparently interested in his recovery progress. It’s beginning to make Damian extremely touchy, and this is not the first time Dick has had to fly down the hall to prevent a major battle between his two most hot-headed little brothers.
“Jeepers creepers, Dame, I was just looking at him for crying out loud.”
“I’ve told you to stay out of my room, Todd, and if you set another foot in here again you will lose it!”
“Damian. Jason. Calm. Down.” Dick orders in his best Batman voice, and they both instinctively shut up at the commanding tone. It doesn’t take them long to figure out what he did, and they send him withering glances.
“Todd started it. He keeps leering over Peep.”
“I told you, I just wanna see how he’s doing.”
“You want him dead, Todd!”
“Damian. Calm down,” Dick says. He glances at Jason out of the corner of his eye as he continues, “Jason isn’t going to try to hurt Peep. He wouldn’t do that.”
“Would so,” Damian says, crossing his arms and glaring at Jason. Jason raises his arms sarcastically in a ‘don’t shoot’ pose.
“Why on earth would I try to hurt it when it’s obviously going to die anyway?” he says. Dick gives him a look, and Jason continues, “Look, Dame, I promise I won’t hurt your little pet robin. I just want to look at it.”
“It’s Damian,” the youngest brother says, “And only when I’m there to supervise you. You are not to set foot in my room without my permission. Are we clear?”
“Perfectly,” says Jason, lowering his arms, “Now can I look at the little ball of cat-food?”
Dick just sighs as another argument breaks out. He’s doesn’t know about Peep, but he’s beginning to think he won’t survive until the end of the week.
You maybe have noticed by now that I like having Damian threaten Jason with grievous bodily harm. It’s a quirk of mine.
FILL: Robin and the Robins 4/6
anonymous
August 13 2012, 01:17:08 UTC
For some inexplicable reason, Dick and Damian are always out of the house when Stephanie comes around with a bowl of mashed insects and an eyedropper. Tim is beginning to suspect they have some kind of sixth sense about this. It’s either that or Barbara warns them when she’s about to drop by the manor to take care of her favorite patient.
Because neither Peep’s “Daddy” nor his “Uncle” are around when “Mommy” shows up, Tim ends up dragged into the role of “Godfather” and has to help Stephanie feed him.
Tim always whispers sympathetically to the little guy when he peeps in protest as the eyedropper gets close. “I know what you mean, little fella, it looks like baby food, except worse.”
“He’s got to eat if he’s going to keep up his strength. Now just hold him still, Tim, while he swallows.”
Stephanie has figured out exactly how much food Peep needs a day and exactly when to feed him and exactly how much to feed him at each meal. When she’s finished feeding Peep the whole bowl of mashed mealworms, she gives him a thorough inspection to see how his wing is coming along and whether he looks healthy.
“This wing is looking better and better every day, Peep,” she says, “I think you’re really going to make it.”
“You’d better,” Tim tells him, “I’ve bet the Redbird on you. You’ve gotta pull through for me.”
Stephanie rolls her eyes. “He also wants you to get better because he cares about you, Peep, not just because he’s got a bet on you.” She gives Tim a ‘you’re-in-trouble’ look. “You have to be supportive and positive, Tim, so that he feels like he’s loved.”
“I am being supportive,” Tim says as he gently returns Peep to his little nest, “Besides, he’s a bird. He isn’t able to tell what we’re saying.”
“Well, he gets the gist of it.” Stephanie spends some time bending and cooing over Peep, gently running her fingers over his bright plumage in a preening motion. Tim rolls his eyes and laughs at her.
“Whatever you say, Steph.”
That’s usually about when Damian returns to hove protectively over his baby, and Dick stands in the doorway and grins at the odd threesome that has developed around the helpless little thing.
But so-help-him-God Damian is going to learn to feed his “son.”
FILL: Robin and the Robins 5/6
anonymous
August 13 2012, 01:19:36 UTC
Tim takes the stairs three at a time as he comes down to breakfast on the seventh day. Damian is right behind him, grinning triumphantly. The two look like they’ve just conquered the Roman Empire together without breaking a sweat.
“I win,” Tim declares.
Dick looks up with a spoonful of cereal stuck in his mouth, and Jason just raises his eyebrows over his piece of toast. Then Dick breaks into a grin as Tim pours himself a bowl of cereal and Damian begins to toast a bagel. Jason just watches Tim nonchalantly.
“Says who?” Jason says.
“Says Damian and Peep,” Tim says, “He’s doing just fine. You were wrong.”
“The bet isn’t over yet,” Jason says, taking a bite of his toast. “I have until midnight tonight.”
“Jason,” Dick says, “Don’t speak with your mouth full.”
“We never agreed on midnight,” Tim says, “And anyways, it’s not like Peep is suddenly going to sicken and die in the next eighteen hours.”
Jason gestures with his knife. “You never know. People have taken a sudden turn for the worse in less time.”
Damian glares at Jason as he spreads chive cream cheese on his bagel. “You just want an extra chance to kill him. Drake wins, you lose, now I don’t have to worry about you murdering Peep.”
There is a tense moment when all three brothers glare at each other over the kitchen table. Dick very quietly lays his spoon in his empty bowl, takes his dish and stands up to leave the table.
Three pairs of eyes to towards him, and he groans quietly in the back of his throat.
“You decide, Dick,” says Tim, “Do I win?”
“No fair!” says Jason, “You’re his favorite.”
“Fine, let’s take a vote,” says Damian, “Two-to-one, Drake wins.”
“Robin!” Dick bellows in the Batman voice, and all three immediately shut up. Then they all glare at each other.
“I’m Robin,” Damian says. Tim is about to say something when Dick interrupts.
“We’ve all be Robin at some point, okay?” Dick says. “Let’s just work this thing out. Jason, I know you don’t really want Peep dead. Just forfeit and let Tim win. I’ll make it up to you.”
Jason gives him a squint-eyed, penetrating look. “How?”
Dick wracks his brain for something to bribe Jason with. “I’ll let you play Halo for an extra hour instead of kicking you off tonight.”
“Two hours.”
“Deal.”
Jason nods decisively and looks over at Tim. “Just don’t ruin the Redcopter, okay kid?” he says, “That thing’s my baby.”
Tim grins and pumps his fist, and Damian’s face relaxes as he starts in on his bagel.
“So let’s go see the miracle-bird, shall we?” Jason says, leaving his plate on the counter and starting up the stairs.
“Not without me!” Damian shouts, tearing after him.
Dick shares a look with Tim and sighs theatrically. Tim flashes him another grin and follows his brothers up the staircase.
Re: FILL: Robin and the Robins 5/6
anonymous
August 13 2012, 01:20:42 UTC
There was one thing Jason was right about - the veterinarian says that Peep’s wing has healed remarkably, but despite the recovery he’s had, the little robin will never be able to fly very far. If they release him to the wild, he’ll just be attacked and turned into a quick meal by the first predator that sees him. Naturally, this means that someone will have to take care of the bird for the rest of his life.
The birdcage seems to magically appear in Damian’s room, but neither Stephanie nor the brothers are fooled. They know Bruce bought the cage, and Alfred helped him install it. Still, they let the two men have their little secret, and quickly install the little bird in his new home.
The next time Peep molts, the beginnings of his adult, red-breasted plumage start to appear.
And if Damian can sometimes be found sitting on his bedroom, working on his laptop, with Peep perched happily on his head and tweeting, well, the rest of the Robins will just make sure that they don’t let him see them watching.
Re: FILL: Robin and the Robins 5/6
anonymous
April 1 2015, 20:56:23 UTC
That was adorable! I love their interactions, how they each react different to another sibling and how they are all still Robin at heart and thus fall silent whenever Dick uses his 'Batman' voice, heeehee! Great fill!
“Jeepers creepers, Dame, I was just looking at him for crying out loud.”
“I’ve told you to stay out of my room, Todd, and if you set another foot in here again you will lose it!”
“Damian. Jason. Calm. Down.” Dick orders in his best Batman voice, and they both instinctively shut up at the commanding tone. It doesn’t take them long to figure out what he did, and they send him withering glances.
“Todd started it. He keeps leering over Peep.”
“I told you, I just wanna see how he’s doing.”
“You want him dead, Todd!”
“Damian. Calm down,” Dick says. He glances at Jason out of the corner of his eye as he continues, “Jason isn’t going to try to hurt Peep. He wouldn’t do that.”
“Would so,” Damian says, crossing his arms and glaring at Jason. Jason raises his arms sarcastically in a ‘don’t shoot’ pose.
“Why on earth would I try to hurt it when it’s obviously going to die anyway?” he says. Dick gives him a look, and Jason continues, “Look, Dame, I promise I won’t hurt your little pet robin. I just want to look at it.”
“It’s Damian,” the youngest brother says, “And only when I’m there to supervise you. You are not to set foot in my room without my permission. Are we clear?”
“Perfectly,” says Jason, lowering his arms, “Now can I look at the little ball of cat-food?”
Dick just sighs as another argument breaks out. He’s doesn’t know about Peep, but he’s beginning to think he won’t survive until the end of the week.
You maybe have noticed by now that I like having Damian threaten Jason with grievous bodily harm. It’s a quirk of mine.
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Because neither Peep’s “Daddy” nor his “Uncle” are around when “Mommy” shows up, Tim ends up dragged into the role of “Godfather” and has to help Stephanie feed him.
Tim always whispers sympathetically to the little guy when he peeps in protest as the eyedropper gets close. “I know what you mean, little fella, it looks like baby food, except worse.”
“He’s got to eat if he’s going to keep up his strength. Now just hold him still, Tim, while he swallows.”
Stephanie has figured out exactly how much food Peep needs a day and exactly when to feed him and exactly how much to feed him at each meal. When she’s finished feeding Peep the whole bowl of mashed mealworms, she gives him a thorough inspection to see how his wing is coming along and whether he looks healthy.
“This wing is looking better and better every day, Peep,” she says, “I think you’re really going to make it.”
“You’d better,” Tim tells him, “I’ve bet the Redbird on you. You’ve gotta pull through for me.”
Stephanie rolls her eyes. “He also wants you to get better because he cares about you, Peep, not just because he’s got a bet on you.” She gives Tim a ‘you’re-in-trouble’ look. “You have to be supportive and positive, Tim, so that he feels like he’s loved.”
“I am being supportive,” Tim says as he gently returns Peep to his little nest, “Besides, he’s a bird. He isn’t able to tell what we’re saying.”
“Well, he gets the gist of it.” Stephanie spends some time bending and cooing over Peep, gently running her fingers over his bright plumage in a preening motion. Tim rolls his eyes and laughs at her.
“Whatever you say, Steph.”
That’s usually about when Damian returns to hove protectively over his baby, and Dick stands in the doorway and grins at the odd threesome that has developed around the helpless little thing.
But so-help-him-God Damian is going to learn to feed his “son.”
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“I win,” Tim declares.
Dick looks up with a spoonful of cereal stuck in his mouth, and Jason just raises his eyebrows over his piece of toast. Then Dick breaks into a grin as Tim pours himself a bowl of cereal and Damian begins to toast a bagel. Jason just watches Tim nonchalantly.
“Says who?” Jason says.
“Says Damian and Peep,” Tim says, “He’s doing just fine. You were wrong.”
“The bet isn’t over yet,” Jason says, taking a bite of his toast. “I have until midnight tonight.”
“Jason,” Dick says, “Don’t speak with your mouth full.”
“We never agreed on midnight,” Tim says, “And anyways, it’s not like Peep is suddenly going to sicken and die in the next eighteen hours.”
Jason gestures with his knife. “You never know. People have taken a sudden turn for the worse in less time.”
Damian glares at Jason as he spreads chive cream cheese on his bagel. “You just want an extra chance to kill him. Drake wins, you lose, now I don’t have to worry about you murdering Peep.”
There is a tense moment when all three brothers glare at each other over the kitchen table. Dick very quietly lays his spoon in his empty bowl, takes his dish and stands up to leave the table.
Three pairs of eyes to towards him, and he groans quietly in the back of his throat.
“You decide, Dick,” says Tim, “Do I win?”
“No fair!” says Jason, “You’re his favorite.”
“Fine, let’s take a vote,” says Damian, “Two-to-one, Drake wins.”
“Robin!” Dick bellows in the Batman voice, and all three immediately shut up. Then they all glare at each other.
“I’m Robin,” Damian says. Tim is about to say something when Dick interrupts.
“We’ve all be Robin at some point, okay?” Dick says. “Let’s just work this thing out. Jason, I know you don’t really want Peep dead. Just forfeit and let Tim win. I’ll make it up to you.”
Jason gives him a squint-eyed, penetrating look. “How?”
Dick wracks his brain for something to bribe Jason with. “I’ll let you play Halo for an extra hour instead of kicking you off tonight.”
“Two hours.”
“Deal.”
Jason nods decisively and looks over at Tim. “Just don’t ruin the Redcopter, okay kid?” he says, “That thing’s my baby.”
Tim grins and pumps his fist, and Damian’s face relaxes as he starts in on his bagel.
“So let’s go see the miracle-bird, shall we?” Jason says, leaving his plate on the counter and starting up the stairs.
“Not without me!” Damian shouts, tearing after him.
Dick shares a look with Tim and sighs theatrically. Tim flashes him another grin and follows his brothers up the staircase.
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The birdcage seems to magically appear in Damian’s room, but neither Stephanie nor the brothers are fooled. They know Bruce bought the cage, and Alfred helped him install it. Still, they let the two men have their little secret, and quickly install the little bird in his new home.
The next time Peep molts, the beginnings of his adult, red-breasted plumage start to appear.
And if Damian can sometimes be found sitting on his bedroom, working on his laptop, with Peep perched happily on his head and tweeting, well, the rest of the Robins will just make sure that they don’t let him see them watching.
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