Under His Wing, Ch. 2
Title: Under His Wing, Ch. 2
Rating: G
Word count: 1,012
Notes: This is set in the Teen Titans toonverse, with guest appearance by Tim Drake. Yes, I am aware that does not compute. Just go with it.
Warning: Fourth wall breakage. Mostly by Robins, current or former.
Summary: Robin’s little brother meets the Titans.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters, no matter how many comic books and DVDs are scattered around me right now.
Comments: Yes, please! I'd like to know if you like this, or even just if you read it.
Previous Chapter(s): Chapter One
“Good morning! Who wants tofu waffles!” Beast Boy belted out as he came into the living room on a direct path for the kitchen.
“Shhh!” Robin shushed from the couch. Before Beast Boy could ask why he was being hushed, he heard an unfamiliar voice.
“Hmmm?”
“Dang it, you woke him,” Robin grumbled.
“Good morning friend Robin!” Starfire sang out as she floated in. “Friend Cyborg is talking of Robins and brothers and bunnies. Please, what is going on?”
“D-Robin?” The sleep-heavy unfamiliar voice asked.
“Hey little brother,” Robin said warmly.
“Does someone want to explain why Cyborg is talking loudly to himself about diagnostics?” Raven asked, headed for the teakettle.
Robin heaved a sigh. “Okay.” He ran a hand through his hair, then ruffled Tim’s unruly mess.
“Come on, little brother, obviously they aren’t going to let you sleep in any more.” Robin hauled himself upright, taking care not to dump Tim on the floor. Once upright, he swept his cape back to reveal the smaller boy, clad in his own cape over a red bodysuit, black groin guard, and familiar yellow belt and R.
“Guys, this is my little brother. Little brother, meet Beast Boy, Starfire, and Raven. Cyborg is the other person on my team, but you were asleep when he poked his head in,” Robin explained.
Tim yawned widely, covering his mouth with his hand. “Oh, okay. Hi everyone.” The hand came up to rub at his masked eyes.
“I did not know you had a brother, Robin!” Starfire exclaimed, floating closer to examine the boy.
“Dude, why didn’t you tell us before?” Beast Boy vaulted over the couch, landing next to Robin and looking the newcomer up and down. Same dark hair, athletic form, and fashion sense. Raven filled her kettle and set it on the stove, then drifted closer herself.
“Well, I didn’t always have a brother,” Robin started.
“Well, duh, if he’s your little brother. But he’s more than a few years old!” Beast Boy pouted.
Tim laughed. “Actually, I have only been his brother for a few years.”
“What?” Beast Boy pulled back, looking confused. Hm, maybe it was aliens! Or an aging machine! Or a time traveling thing or *pop* Raven’s voice interrupted his thoughts.
“Adoption, idiot.” Raven gave Beast Boy a flat look. She knew he had been thinking something ridiculous.
“Oh. You’re adopted?” Beast Boy asked in a subdued voice. Why did everyone always have to go and ruin his theories?
“Kinda. It’s not on paper or anything, but all of Batman’s protégés are his kids, kind of, so we are all siblings that way. Especially his Robins.”
“So, um, we know you’re Robin’s brother, but what’s your name?” They couldn’t keep calling the kid “Robin’s little brother.”
“Robin!” Tim chirped.
“Robin? But Robin’s Robin!” Beast Boy said, flailing a little to make his point.
“And so am I!” Tim insisted.
“You can’t both be Robin!” Unless he was a de-aged Alien clone!
“But we are! My big brother is the first Robin, and I’m Batman’s current partner, Robin.”
“Okay, fine. But we can’t call you both Robin,” Beast Boy protested.
“Good point,” Tim conceded.
“We could call you ‘adorable little stalker,’” Robin said, ruffling his little brother’s hair again.
“Too long!” Tim batted Robin’s hand away, but he was smiling.
“Awww. Fine. We’ll call you Red,” Robin said, plucking at the red bodysuit.
“Alright,” the newly-dubbed Red agreed.
The teakettle whistled. Raved drifted over to it, made herself a cup of her usual morning herbal tea, and floated back.
“So, do you have any other family?” Beast Boy asked curiously.
“Our middle brother died,” Red said sadly.
“Yeah, but I came back.” This came from the masked figure that had most certainly not been there just a second ago.
“Red X!” The cry came from three sources, as Beast Boy, Starfire, and Raven all leapt to defensive positions. Raven’s teacup crashed to the ground, spilling tea everywhere. Strangely, Robin didn’t even try to get up, only sighing.
“Calm down, I’m just making sure my little brother got away from the plot bunnies unscathed,” Red X said, holding his hands out, looking directly at Tim.
“I got bitten by a cuddle bunny, and I was in Gotham when they showed up, and ran here on foot, so I might have gotten nipped by an as the plot demands bunny,” Tim rattled off quickly. Red X crouched, looking at the bite on Tim’s ankle. It didn’t look too bad, then again, it was from a cuddle bunny. They weren’t that nasty, just a little embarrassing.
“Could have been a plot worm hole,” Robin pointed out.
“True. That’s how Red X got in. Your cape was definitely an as the plot demands bunny though,” Tim said.
“Um, hello? We have an intruder who stole a powerful suit in the tower. Does anyone plan to do anything about this?” Beast Boy asked, eyeing Red X nervously.
“Well, he’s our brother, and he isn’t doing anything actively criminal right now…” Tim said innocently.
“Please, what are these bunnies and plot holes you speak of?” Starfire seemed to have accepted that battle was not imminent, and was floating near Robin.
Eyebrow twitching, Raven cleaned up her spilled tea and broken cup, before getting a new cup with fresh tea.
“Seriously,” Red X said, standing up and heading for the kitchen area, “Are bat-brats the only ones who can see the fluffy little monsters? You guys have to have regular infestations, and these guys are acting like they’re news.”
“Believe it or not, Silkie helps. He loves ‘em.” Robin had fed him one just last night. He had been searching for more outside the base of the tower when Tim had shown up.
“Huh, so that’s why you keep a mutant moth larva as a pet.”
Cyborg wandered back into the living room. He’d gone back to bed for a half hour, and had a diagnostic run while he slept. It came up clean. “Red X!” He immediately pointed his arm-cannon at the dangerous intruder.
Robin face-palmed.
Chapter 3
Rating: G
Word count: 1,012
Notes: This is set in the Teen Titans toonverse, with guest appearance by Tim Drake. Yes, I am aware that does not compute. Just go with it.
Warning: Fourth wall breakage. Mostly by Robins, current or former.
Summary: Robin’s little brother meets the Titans.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters, no matter how many comic books and DVDs are scattered around me right now.
Comments: Yes, please! I'd like to know if you like this, or even just if you read it.
Previous Chapter(s): Chapter One
“Good morning! Who wants tofu waffles!” Beast Boy belted out as he came into the living room on a direct path for the kitchen.
“Shhh!” Robin shushed from the couch. Before Beast Boy could ask why he was being hushed, he heard an unfamiliar voice.
“Hmmm?”
“Dang it, you woke him,” Robin grumbled.
“Good morning friend Robin!” Starfire sang out as she floated in. “Friend Cyborg is talking of Robins and brothers and bunnies. Please, what is going on?”
“D-Robin?” The sleep-heavy unfamiliar voice asked.
“Hey little brother,” Robin said warmly.
“Does someone want to explain why Cyborg is talking loudly to himself about diagnostics?” Raven asked, headed for the teakettle.
Robin heaved a sigh. “Okay.” He ran a hand through his hair, then ruffled Tim’s unruly mess.
“Come on, little brother, obviously they aren’t going to let you sleep in any more.” Robin hauled himself upright, taking care not to dump Tim on the floor. Once upright, he swept his cape back to reveal the smaller boy, clad in his own cape over a red bodysuit, black groin guard, and familiar yellow belt and R.
“Guys, this is my little brother. Little brother, meet Beast Boy, Starfire, and Raven. Cyborg is the other person on my team, but you were asleep when he poked his head in,” Robin explained.
Tim yawned widely, covering his mouth with his hand. “Oh, okay. Hi everyone.” The hand came up to rub at his masked eyes.
“I did not know you had a brother, Robin!” Starfire exclaimed, floating closer to examine the boy.
“Dude, why didn’t you tell us before?” Beast Boy vaulted over the couch, landing next to Robin and looking the newcomer up and down. Same dark hair, athletic form, and fashion sense. Raven filled her kettle and set it on the stove, then drifted closer herself.
“Well, I didn’t always have a brother,” Robin started.
“Well, duh, if he’s your little brother. But he’s more than a few years old!” Beast Boy pouted.
Tim laughed. “Actually, I have only been his brother for a few years.”
“What?” Beast Boy pulled back, looking confused. Hm, maybe it was aliens! Or an aging machine! Or a time traveling thing or *pop* Raven’s voice interrupted his thoughts.
“Adoption, idiot.” Raven gave Beast Boy a flat look. She knew he had been thinking something ridiculous.
“Oh. You’re adopted?” Beast Boy asked in a subdued voice. Why did everyone always have to go and ruin his theories?
“Kinda. It’s not on paper or anything, but all of Batman’s protégés are his kids, kind of, so we are all siblings that way. Especially his Robins.”
“So, um, we know you’re Robin’s brother, but what’s your name?” They couldn’t keep calling the kid “Robin’s little brother.”
“Robin!” Tim chirped.
“Robin? But Robin’s Robin!” Beast Boy said, flailing a little to make his point.
“And so am I!” Tim insisted.
“You can’t both be Robin!” Unless he was a de-aged Alien clone!
“But we are! My big brother is the first Robin, and I’m Batman’s current partner, Robin.”
“Okay, fine. But we can’t call you both Robin,” Beast Boy protested.
“Good point,” Tim conceded.
“We could call you ‘adorable little stalker,’” Robin said, ruffling his little brother’s hair again.
“Too long!” Tim batted Robin’s hand away, but he was smiling.
“Awww. Fine. We’ll call you Red,” Robin said, plucking at the red bodysuit.
“Alright,” the newly-dubbed Red agreed.
The teakettle whistled. Raved drifted over to it, made herself a cup of her usual morning herbal tea, and floated back.
“So, do you have any other family?” Beast Boy asked curiously.
“Our middle brother died,” Red said sadly.
“Yeah, but I came back.” This came from the masked figure that had most certainly not been there just a second ago.
“Red X!” The cry came from three sources, as Beast Boy, Starfire, and Raven all leapt to defensive positions. Raven’s teacup crashed to the ground, spilling tea everywhere. Strangely, Robin didn’t even try to get up, only sighing.
“Calm down, I’m just making sure my little brother got away from the plot bunnies unscathed,” Red X said, holding his hands out, looking directly at Tim.
“I got bitten by a cuddle bunny, and I was in Gotham when they showed up, and ran here on foot, so I might have gotten nipped by an as the plot demands bunny,” Tim rattled off quickly. Red X crouched, looking at the bite on Tim’s ankle. It didn’t look too bad, then again, it was from a cuddle bunny. They weren’t that nasty, just a little embarrassing.
“Could have been a plot worm hole,” Robin pointed out.
“True. That’s how Red X got in. Your cape was definitely an as the plot demands bunny though,” Tim said.
“Um, hello? We have an intruder who stole a powerful suit in the tower. Does anyone plan to do anything about this?” Beast Boy asked, eyeing Red X nervously.
“Well, he’s our brother, and he isn’t doing anything actively criminal right now…” Tim said innocently.
“Please, what are these bunnies and plot holes you speak of?” Starfire seemed to have accepted that battle was not imminent, and was floating near Robin.
Eyebrow twitching, Raven cleaned up her spilled tea and broken cup, before getting a new cup with fresh tea.
“Seriously,” Red X said, standing up and heading for the kitchen area, “Are bat-brats the only ones who can see the fluffy little monsters? You guys have to have regular infestations, and these guys are acting like they’re news.”
“Believe it or not, Silkie helps. He loves ‘em.” Robin had fed him one just last night. He had been searching for more outside the base of the tower when Tim had shown up.
“Huh, so that’s why you keep a mutant moth larva as a pet.”
Cyborg wandered back into the living room. He’d gone back to bed for a half hour, and had a diagnostic run while he slept. It came up clean. “Red X!” He immediately pointed his arm-cannon at the dangerous intruder.
Robin face-palmed.
Chapter 3