Bathtubs - Conner and Tim
By the time the Wayne-Drake-Grayson family had exhausted all interest in the immense and impressive snow fort they had constructed, the sun had set. Tim hadn't been inside all day and the shock of heat to his freezing body actually hurt. He relished it. It had been a good day. The memory of Bruce's arms around him, tight and paternal and actually a little loving was sticking with him and all the time spent with his brothers, Alfred and everyone's significant others meant that Tim hadn't really had time to start missing his dad.
But he did. Badly. It would always be a steady ache lingering in the background and by this point, Tim was convinced it wouldn't ever go away. Still, he'd also discovered that he could miss his dad and enjoy himself at the same time. He didn't even feel guilty. Just content and occasionally nostalgic.
"You wanna order food?" He started to shuck wet and/or frozen clothing as soon as he and Conner were back in their room. Tim kicked his boots off before wiggling out of stiff, snow covered jeans. "Oh my god, I'm not sure I even have knees anymore."
But he did. Badly. It would always be a steady ache lingering in the background and by this point, Tim was convinced it wouldn't ever go away. Still, he'd also discovered that he could miss his dad and enjoy himself at the same time. He didn't even feel guilty. Just content and occasionally nostalgic.
"You wanna order food?" He started to shuck wet and/or frozen clothing as soon as he and Conner were back in their room. Tim kicked his boots off before wiggling out of stiff, snow covered jeans. "Oh my god, I'm not sure I even have knees anymore."