DCU Fanfic: Always Watching
Title: Always Watching
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Tim, Jason, mentions of Bruce, Dick, and Alfred
Pairing(s): N/A
Word Count: 1019
Genre: general
Rating: PG/K+
Notes: Tah-dah, more to my Knightsverse. Yes, that's what I'm going to call it. No, it doesn't make all that much sense, but I don't care. So, pbbbbt. >>;; Prequel/companion to The Broken Bats. Tim isn't Robin, so he's still stalking Batman and Robin, but he notices something awful happening in Wayne Manor! Tim does the only thing he can do; he goes into Gotham to get Jason to go home from patrol.
Link: N/A
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Tim really wanted to follow Jason as Tim watched him leave on his motorcycle. Tim sighed, leaning on the sill of his window, wishing his parents weren't home for once. They were never home, so why did they have to start now? Sure, they almost died in Haiti, but they didn't. Why should a near-death experience change the way they acted with him?
He sighed, knowing it was best not to dwell on those thoughts. Tim should be thankful his parents came back alive. It could have been a lot worse. He could be in foster care, and Tim would probably never get to follow Batman and Robin again. Well, that might have been a little dramatic, but Tim did have easy access by living next door to the Wayne Manor.
After a half hour passed, Tim sneaked down the hall to see if his parents were asleep. He grinned to himself when he found that they were and excitedly, albeit very quietly, ran down the stairs to head to Gotham. He hadn't seen Batman patrol for a day or two, but Robin had finally returned, so Tim was happy for Jason.
Tim didn't know quite everything that happened in Ethiopia, but from what he had heard on the streets of Gotham, the Joker had almost killed Robin. If Batman had been five minutes later, Jason wouldn't be out tonight. That was all Tim needed to know, for now. As he headed for the city, he heard a crash coming from Wayne Manor. With furrowed brows and worry clear on his features, Tim sneaked onto the Wayne estate and noticed the door was ripped off its hinges.
Not sure what to do, Tim peered through one of the windows of the Wayne study to see Alfred sprawled out on the floor, and Bruce backing away from Bane. Frightened himself, Tim backed away quietly, not sure what to do. If he went in, he'd be of no use. Bane would snap him like a twig! Tim bit his lip as he rant for the manor, a plan forming.
Robin had went out tonight! Tim would get Jason, and tell him to go help. Well, that had a slight flaw that Tim didn't want to reveal himself just yet, but it wasn't like it mattered. Batman was in trouble, and Robin had to come to the rescue! Plus, Nightwing was nowhere reachable, and Tim wasn't quite sure yelling for Superman really worked. Maybe if he yelled Clark Kent?
Tim shook his head as he took his bicycle into the city. No, he had to find Jason. He would know what to do.
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It was kind of obvious to Tim that Jason wasn't in top form tonight. He probably wasn't supposed to be patrolling much longer, but Tim wasn't sure. And how was he supposed to get Jason to go back home without get him very suspicious? Tim racked his brain for a plan, but one hit him, in the form of Robin crashing into his bike after being thrown by a perp.
Luckily, Tim had already dismounted the bike when Jason crushed it. Tim tried not to wince since that was his ride home, and he was definitely not stupid enough to carry money with him in Gotham at night, even money for a taxi. Instead of mourning his bike, Tim turned his attentions to see Jason beating up the perp unconscious then zip-stripping him to a lamppost.
When Jason was done he stretched with a wince before turning around to see Tim, who it seemed Jason hadn't noticed before. Tim was totally used to it as he waved shyly. Jason blinked for a moment before shaking his head.
“You all right, kid?” he asked gruffly as he walked over to Tim.
Tim nodded before glancing at his bike. “I am, but my bike, not so much,” he answered quietly as excitement bubbled up inside that he actually got to talk to Robin for once.
Jason scrunched up his nose. “Sorry about that,” he apologized, rubbing the back of his head. “I'll bring you home, okay? Where do you live?”
Tim stopped himself from saying 'right next door to you, Jason.' That only would have gotten him interrogated, and Bruce didn't have the time! “You know where Wayne Manor is? I live right next door,” he stated, shuffling his feet a bit.
“Yeah, I know where that is,” Jason answered with a grin. “C'mon, kid. It's probably past your bed time.”
Jason walked down the sidewalk, presumably to his motorcycle, expecting Tim to follow. Tim really hated the kid comment Jason wasn't only a year older than him. Not that Jason knew that, but it was the principle of the thing. Tim followed behind Jason quietly, just like any other night, except Jason knew he was there this time.
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Jason dropped him off and sped off without a word. Tim thought this was odd, but not really, not when it was pretty obvious something was wrong at Wayne Manor. Tim just hoped Jason was in time to help. He really wanted to follow Jason into the manor, but that was not only risky but stupid. Bane could still be there, and Tim would only get in the way.
He sighed as he made it up to his bedroom, quietly as ever. He neatly took off his 'street' clothes and folded them up, hiding them under his bed before slipping into his pajamas. Tim wasn't the least bit tired, but he did have school tomorrow. Even with that in mind, Tim glanced out his window, looking for any sign of movement at the Wayne household.
He saw nothing peculiar, so maybe Jason made it in time, or maybe he didn't. That was something Tim would have to wait until tomorrow night to figure out. Tim crawled into his bed, not very sleepy, but he willed himself to sleep. The sooner tomorrow came and went, the sooner night would fall, and Tim could go on reconnaissance. His eyes fluttered shut, sending him into a fitful sleep.
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Tim, Jason, mentions of Bruce, Dick, and Alfred
Pairing(s): N/A
Word Count: 1019
Genre: general
Rating: PG/K+
Notes: Tah-dah, more to my Knightsverse. Yes, that's what I'm going to call it. No, it doesn't make all that much sense, but I don't care. So, pbbbbt. >>;; Prequel/companion to The Broken Bats. Tim isn't Robin, so he's still stalking Batman and Robin, but he notices something awful happening in Wayne Manor! Tim does the only thing he can do; he goes into Gotham to get Jason to go home from patrol.
Link: N/A
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Tim really wanted to follow Jason as Tim watched him leave on his motorcycle. Tim sighed, leaning on the sill of his window, wishing his parents weren't home for once. They were never home, so why did they have to start now? Sure, they almost died in Haiti, but they didn't. Why should a near-death experience change the way they acted with him?
He sighed, knowing it was best not to dwell on those thoughts. Tim should be thankful his parents came back alive. It could have been a lot worse. He could be in foster care, and Tim would probably never get to follow Batman and Robin again. Well, that might have been a little dramatic, but Tim did have easy access by living next door to the Wayne Manor.
After a half hour passed, Tim sneaked down the hall to see if his parents were asleep. He grinned to himself when he found that they were and excitedly, albeit very quietly, ran down the stairs to head to Gotham. He hadn't seen Batman patrol for a day or two, but Robin had finally returned, so Tim was happy for Jason.
Tim didn't know quite everything that happened in Ethiopia, but from what he had heard on the streets of Gotham, the Joker had almost killed Robin. If Batman had been five minutes later, Jason wouldn't be out tonight. That was all Tim needed to know, for now. As he headed for the city, he heard a crash coming from Wayne Manor. With furrowed brows and worry clear on his features, Tim sneaked onto the Wayne estate and noticed the door was ripped off its hinges.
Not sure what to do, Tim peered through one of the windows of the Wayne study to see Alfred sprawled out on the floor, and Bruce backing away from Bane. Frightened himself, Tim backed away quietly, not sure what to do. If he went in, he'd be of no use. Bane would snap him like a twig! Tim bit his lip as he rant for the manor, a plan forming.
Robin had went out tonight! Tim would get Jason, and tell him to go help. Well, that had a slight flaw that Tim didn't want to reveal himself just yet, but it wasn't like it mattered. Batman was in trouble, and Robin had to come to the rescue! Plus, Nightwing was nowhere reachable, and Tim wasn't quite sure yelling for Superman really worked. Maybe if he yelled Clark Kent?
Tim shook his head as he took his bicycle into the city. No, he had to find Jason. He would know what to do.
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It was kind of obvious to Tim that Jason wasn't in top form tonight. He probably wasn't supposed to be patrolling much longer, but Tim wasn't sure. And how was he supposed to get Jason to go back home without get him very suspicious? Tim racked his brain for a plan, but one hit him, in the form of Robin crashing into his bike after being thrown by a perp.
Luckily, Tim had already dismounted the bike when Jason crushed it. Tim tried not to wince since that was his ride home, and he was definitely not stupid enough to carry money with him in Gotham at night, even money for a taxi. Instead of mourning his bike, Tim turned his attentions to see Jason beating up the perp unconscious then zip-stripping him to a lamppost.
When Jason was done he stretched with a wince before turning around to see Tim, who it seemed Jason hadn't noticed before. Tim was totally used to it as he waved shyly. Jason blinked for a moment before shaking his head.
“You all right, kid?” he asked gruffly as he walked over to Tim.
Tim nodded before glancing at his bike. “I am, but my bike, not so much,” he answered quietly as excitement bubbled up inside that he actually got to talk to Robin for once.
Jason scrunched up his nose. “Sorry about that,” he apologized, rubbing the back of his head. “I'll bring you home, okay? Where do you live?”
Tim stopped himself from saying 'right next door to you, Jason.' That only would have gotten him interrogated, and Bruce didn't have the time! “You know where Wayne Manor is? I live right next door,” he stated, shuffling his feet a bit.
“Yeah, I know where that is,” Jason answered with a grin. “C'mon, kid. It's probably past your bed time.”
Jason walked down the sidewalk, presumably to his motorcycle, expecting Tim to follow. Tim really hated the kid comment Jason wasn't only a year older than him. Not that Jason knew that, but it was the principle of the thing. Tim followed behind Jason quietly, just like any other night, except Jason knew he was there this time.
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Jason dropped him off and sped off without a word. Tim thought this was odd, but not really, not when it was pretty obvious something was wrong at Wayne Manor. Tim just hoped Jason was in time to help. He really wanted to follow Jason into the manor, but that was not only risky but stupid. Bane could still be there, and Tim would only get in the way.
He sighed as he made it up to his bedroom, quietly as ever. He neatly took off his 'street' clothes and folded them up, hiding them under his bed before slipping into his pajamas. Tim wasn't the least bit tired, but he did have school tomorrow. Even with that in mind, Tim glanced out his window, looking for any sign of movement at the Wayne household.
He saw nothing peculiar, so maybe Jason made it in time, or maybe he didn't. That was something Tim would have to wait until tomorrow night to figure out. Tim crawled into his bed, not very sleepy, but he willed himself to sleep. The sooner tomorrow came and went, the sooner night would fall, and Tim could go on reconnaissance. His eyes fluttered shut, sending him into a fitful sleep.