DCU Fanfic: Curse Curious Little Brothers
Title: Curse Curious Little Brothers
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Dick, Tim
Pairing(s): N/A
Word Count: 520
Genre: general/family/fluff/minimal angst
Rating: G/K+
Notes: Another one for saphire_dance. Prompt: DCU, Bat-family, Dick's parent's weren't the only ones who died at the circus that day, Tim's parents died too. (For the ages for the circus incident, I went with 12 for Dick and 6 for Tim. Easier on my brain that way.)
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Tim was much too young for any of it to really stick, or so that was what Dick thought. Tim never brought up his biological parents, not like Dick would. Dick just figured he new little brother just blocked out all the bad and the good, starting fresh.
That obviously wasn’t the case when Dick found Tim wearing a Flying Graysons shirt. “Why are you wearing that?” Dick asked, trying to patient with Tim, like Bruce had taught him while training in the Batcave.
“Because,” Tim replied, wrapping himself in a blanket.
Dick made a face. “Because why?”
“You and your parents made me smile,” he said quietly.
Dick frowned. “You remember that night, Tim? I thought you didn’t!”
“I never said I didn’t,” Tim told him with a pout.
“But you never bring up your parents, so I thought you were too little to remember...”
Tim huffed. “I was six,” he replied. “I remember all of it.”
Dick’s eyes widened then gulped. “Even my parents and your parents...”
Tim nodded, and Dick sat by him pulled him into a big hug. “It’s okay,” Tim said. “It was scary, but... I live with you and Bruce now. I’m happy.”
“Don’t you... Don’t you miss you parents?” Dick questioned, wondering why Tim never brought them up.
Tim chewed on his bottom lip. “Is it bad if I say not really? ...they didn’t like me very much.”
“What! That’s not true!” Dick exclaimed. “They were your parents. I bet they loved you lots.
“Nuh-huh,” Tim said with a sniffle. “They left all the time and left me behind. I was an...inconvenience they said one time.”
Dick just hugged tighter. “Then I’m glad they’re gone,” he replied, a little bitterly. “You’re better here with me and Bruce and Alfred.
“You guys are gone a lot too,” Tim murmured, “but you guys got good reasons.”
Dick blinked. “Huh? What do you mean gone a lot?”
“You’re Robin, and Bruce is Batman,” the seven year old said matter of factly. “It’s okay you guys are gone at night all the time. You’re fighting bad guys.”
Dick laughed nervously. “Why do you think that, Tim?” he asked, cursing his curious little brother.
“I saw video of Robin do your quadruple flip that only you can do,” Tim replied, smiling. “Then I just pieced the rest together. I didn’t even have to sneak around the manor to figure it out!”
“Oh man,” Dick muttered. “Bruce’s gonna be so mad.”
Tim frowned. “I don’t want him to be mad at you, Dick! I can keep a secret! I won’t tell Bruce.”
Dick ruffled Tim’s hair. “I’m thirteen, ya know. I can take responsibility for this,” he told Tim. “No worries. Bruce’ll probably just punish me with extra work out reps, and I need it anyways, right?”
“If you’re sure...”
“Yup! Now, it’s time for dinner, and Bruce is actually gonna sit and eat with us. We better go before he talks himself out of it,” Dick said with a wink.
Tim giggled a little then nodded, dropping his blanket and following Dick downstairs.
Fandom: DCU
Character(s): Dick, Tim
Pairing(s): N/A
Word Count: 520
Genre: general/family/fluff/minimal angst
Rating: G/K+
Notes: Another one for saphire_dance. Prompt: DCU, Bat-family, Dick's parent's weren't the only ones who died at the circus that day, Tim's parents died too. (For the ages for the circus incident, I went with 12 for Dick and 6 for Tim. Easier on my brain that way.)
Link: comment_fic
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Tim was much too young for any of it to really stick, or so that was what Dick thought. Tim never brought up his biological parents, not like Dick would. Dick just figured he new little brother just blocked out all the bad and the good, starting fresh.
That obviously wasn’t the case when Dick found Tim wearing a Flying Graysons shirt. “Why are you wearing that?” Dick asked, trying to patient with Tim, like Bruce had taught him while training in the Batcave.
“Because,” Tim replied, wrapping himself in a blanket.
Dick made a face. “Because why?”
“You and your parents made me smile,” he said quietly.
Dick frowned. “You remember that night, Tim? I thought you didn’t!”
“I never said I didn’t,” Tim told him with a pout.
“But you never bring up your parents, so I thought you were too little to remember...”
Tim huffed. “I was six,” he replied. “I remember all of it.”
Dick’s eyes widened then gulped. “Even my parents and your parents...”
Tim nodded, and Dick sat by him pulled him into a big hug. “It’s okay,” Tim said. “It was scary, but... I live with you and Bruce now. I’m happy.”
“Don’t you... Don’t you miss you parents?” Dick questioned, wondering why Tim never brought them up.
Tim chewed on his bottom lip. “Is it bad if I say not really? ...they didn’t like me very much.”
“What! That’s not true!” Dick exclaimed. “They were your parents. I bet they loved you lots.
“Nuh-huh,” Tim said with a sniffle. “They left all the time and left me behind. I was an...inconvenience they said one time.”
Dick just hugged tighter. “Then I’m glad they’re gone,” he replied, a little bitterly. “You’re better here with me and Bruce and Alfred.
“You guys are gone a lot too,” Tim murmured, “but you guys got good reasons.”
Dick blinked. “Huh? What do you mean gone a lot?”
“You’re Robin, and Bruce is Batman,” the seven year old said matter of factly. “It’s okay you guys are gone at night all the time. You’re fighting bad guys.”
Dick laughed nervously. “Why do you think that, Tim?” he asked, cursing his curious little brother.
“I saw video of Robin do your quadruple flip that only you can do,” Tim replied, smiling. “Then I just pieced the rest together. I didn’t even have to sneak around the manor to figure it out!”
“Oh man,” Dick muttered. “Bruce’s gonna be so mad.”
Tim frowned. “I don’t want him to be mad at you, Dick! I can keep a secret! I won’t tell Bruce.”
Dick ruffled Tim’s hair. “I’m thirteen, ya know. I can take responsibility for this,” he told Tim. “No worries. Bruce’ll probably just punish me with extra work out reps, and I need it anyways, right?”
“If you’re sure...”
“Yup! Now, it’s time for dinner, and Bruce is actually gonna sit and eat with us. We better go before he talks himself out of it,” Dick said with a wink.
Tim giggled a little then nodded, dropping his blanket and following Dick downstairs.