Preparation (Batman : Tim, Jack and Janet Drake [G] - Robin Month)
Fandom: Batman
Title: Preparation
Characters: Tim Drake, Janet Drake, Jack Drake
Rating: G
Word Count: 828
Summary: Tim can get dressed by himself, please.
Notes: prompt #1 - Beginnings for fanfic100 Table | Day one of the Week of Tim Drake, which is part of Robin Month! All of this is taken from Batman #441 if anything came after that that contradicts something in here I do a fancy handwave!
“Timothy Drake what is taking you so long?” his mother really could have opened the door if she was going to yell and knock at the same time.
“I’ll be out in a minute!” Tim calls back, focusing on his buttons extensively. They can be such complicated things. He sticks his tongue out a little in concentration.
“Are you two still not done? Janet, I swear Tim takes longer to get ready than you. Can’t you just help him get dressed? We’re going to be late for the circus.” His father always sounds louder when he’s laughing than when he’s angry, so since Tim can hear him he figures he’s okay.
It doesn’t stop him from shouting back, “I can do it myself!”
“He’s your son,” his mother says on a light snort, before opening the door. “Honey, we’re going to be late. Do you want to go?”
“Yes!” Tim sighs and drops his hands. “My buttons won’t close.”
His mother beams at him and walks over, kneeling down to help. He tries not to frown when she easily fits them closed. It has to be the angle. “You look darling.” She kisses each of his cheeks and Tim squirms away.
Dad laughs again and hoists him up. “Are we ready to go?”
Tim considers for a long moment before shaking his head. “We need the camera.”
Dad nods. “All right,” he says and starts walking with him, but Tim squirms down so he can walk on his own. He’s way too big to be picked up. Unless he needs a better view. Then it’s okay. “I wish he was this rambunctious in front of people.”
“He’s a shy child, it’s perfectly normal for someone so bright.” Mom threads her fingers through his hair and walks with her hand rested on the top of his head. He tries to squirm, but he’s wedged between her and his father’s legs. “Maybe Tim will be a famous photographer, Jack. He can’t get enough of your camera.”
“I’m just glad he stopped trying to take it apart,” his father says on another laugh.
“Jack…” his mother says, stopping just long enough as they reach his father’s study that Tim can dart away from them and go to where he knows the camera is. It’s only there when his parents are home, since his father takes it with them when they go on their digs so Tim likes the opportunity to actually grab it. “Do you think Tim’s too young for the circus?”
“Don’t be silly, Janet. He’ll love it. Tim’s got a natural sense of curiosity, putting him in a place with that many things going around is perfect stimulation for him.”
Tim doesn’t hear his mother’s response, because he’s too busy balancing on his father’s desk chair so he can climb up the desk, grab the camera and then climb back down. It is more doable than the buttons, but feels like more of an accomplishment when he gets down and the camera doesn’t even have a scratch.
By the time he gets back out his mother is sighing. “What about clowns? And those costumes… they’re a little frightening for someone his age.”
His father opens his mouth, but then closes it when he sees Tim. Dad crouches down and takes the camera from him and smiles. “Well, Timmy? What’s your verdict on clowns?”
“It’s just makeup,” Tim says with a shrug and his mother comes over to hold his hand. He is led to the closet where his mother pulls out a jacket and holds it up like he’s supposed to put his arms out for her. “I can do it,” Tim insists.
His mother sighs and gives his father a look before handing him the jacket. Tim stares at it carefully before slipping it on.
“What about the animals, Jack?” His mother says in a low whisper like he can’t hear, but he’s right there by her hip as they’re walking, so it’s kind of pointless, but Tim pretends not to listen anyway. People usually talk more that way around him.
“Janet…” his father sighs. “He’s been to the zoo. Hell, we’ve all been to South America when he was too young to stay home.”
“I suppose,” his mother says grabbing for Tim’s hand again.
Tim deftly scoots to the side and looks up at his father as he starts to open the door. “Can I hold the camera?”
His father stares at him for a whole thirty seconds before handing him the camera. “Just be careful. And no taking it apart this time.”
Tim gives his most sincere nod. The only thing that had come out was the film before and that had ruined it. He wraps his hands around the camera, hoping to get a good look at the seams for later. It would give him something to do if he got too bored.
Tim really doesn’t expect to see anything that exciting at the circus.
Title: Preparation
Characters: Tim Drake, Janet Drake, Jack Drake
Rating: G
Word Count: 828
Summary: Tim can get dressed by himself, please.
Notes: prompt #1 - Beginnings for fanfic100 Table | Day one of the Week of Tim Drake, which is part of Robin Month! All of this is taken from Batman #441 if anything came after that that contradicts something in here I do a fancy handwave!
“Timothy Drake what is taking you so long?” his mother really could have opened the door if she was going to yell and knock at the same time.
“I’ll be out in a minute!” Tim calls back, focusing on his buttons extensively. They can be such complicated things. He sticks his tongue out a little in concentration.
“Are you two still not done? Janet, I swear Tim takes longer to get ready than you. Can’t you just help him get dressed? We’re going to be late for the circus.” His father always sounds louder when he’s laughing than when he’s angry, so since Tim can hear him he figures he’s okay.
It doesn’t stop him from shouting back, “I can do it myself!”
“He’s your son,” his mother says on a light snort, before opening the door. “Honey, we’re going to be late. Do you want to go?”
“Yes!” Tim sighs and drops his hands. “My buttons won’t close.”
His mother beams at him and walks over, kneeling down to help. He tries not to frown when she easily fits them closed. It has to be the angle. “You look darling.” She kisses each of his cheeks and Tim squirms away.
Dad laughs again and hoists him up. “Are we ready to go?”
Tim considers for a long moment before shaking his head. “We need the camera.”
Dad nods. “All right,” he says and starts walking with him, but Tim squirms down so he can walk on his own. He’s way too big to be picked up. Unless he needs a better view. Then it’s okay. “I wish he was this rambunctious in front of people.”
“He’s a shy child, it’s perfectly normal for someone so bright.” Mom threads her fingers through his hair and walks with her hand rested on the top of his head. He tries to squirm, but he’s wedged between her and his father’s legs. “Maybe Tim will be a famous photographer, Jack. He can’t get enough of your camera.”
“I’m just glad he stopped trying to take it apart,” his father says on another laugh.
“Jack…” his mother says, stopping just long enough as they reach his father’s study that Tim can dart away from them and go to where he knows the camera is. It’s only there when his parents are home, since his father takes it with them when they go on their digs so Tim likes the opportunity to actually grab it. “Do you think Tim’s too young for the circus?”
“Don’t be silly, Janet. He’ll love it. Tim’s got a natural sense of curiosity, putting him in a place with that many things going around is perfect stimulation for him.”
Tim doesn’t hear his mother’s response, because he’s too busy balancing on his father’s desk chair so he can climb up the desk, grab the camera and then climb back down. It is more doable than the buttons, but feels like more of an accomplishment when he gets down and the camera doesn’t even have a scratch.
By the time he gets back out his mother is sighing. “What about clowns? And those costumes… they’re a little frightening for someone his age.”
His father opens his mouth, but then closes it when he sees Tim. Dad crouches down and takes the camera from him and smiles. “Well, Timmy? What’s your verdict on clowns?”
“It’s just makeup,” Tim says with a shrug and his mother comes over to hold his hand. He is led to the closet where his mother pulls out a jacket and holds it up like he’s supposed to put his arms out for her. “I can do it,” Tim insists.
His mother sighs and gives his father a look before handing him the jacket. Tim stares at it carefully before slipping it on.
“What about the animals, Jack?” His mother says in a low whisper like he can’t hear, but he’s right there by her hip as they’re walking, so it’s kind of pointless, but Tim pretends not to listen anyway. People usually talk more that way around him.
“Janet…” his father sighs. “He’s been to the zoo. Hell, we’ve all been to South America when he was too young to stay home.”
“I suppose,” his mother says grabbing for Tim’s hand again.
Tim deftly scoots to the side and looks up at his father as he starts to open the door. “Can I hold the camera?”
His father stares at him for a whole thirty seconds before handing him the camera. “Just be careful. And no taking it apart this time.”
Tim gives his most sincere nod. The only thing that had come out was the film before and that had ruined it. He wraps his hands around the camera, hoping to get a good look at the seams for later. It would give him something to do if he got too bored.
Tim really doesn’t expect to see anything that exciting at the circus.