#alfred mother-hen pennyworth

[batfam-stuff-posts-0]

The Batboys and Taking Care of Themselves

Bruce isn't good at taking care of himself, and everyone knows it except him. He refuses to ask for help. Alfred and Dick have had to move him from the Batcomputer up to his room lots of times because he fell asleep working.

Dick knows, vaguely, that he's not good at taking care of himself, focusing on everyone else until he inevitably crashes. Jason freaked out once because he found Nightwing unconscious on a rooftop after a particularly stressful week.

Jason isn't the best at taking care of himself, but he's better at it than Bruce or Dick, and he actually gets better at taking care of himself when he's taking care of others (He's a mother hen but would never admit it).

Tim is almost as bad as Bruce, except that he's aware of his issues, even if he doesn't do much to fix them. He falls asleep in random places all the time. He was lucky Dick was tall enough to see the top of the fridge.

Damian is arguably the best at it, scolding the others when they do something particularly self-destructive, though his tendency to hide injuries has been an issue more than a few times.

[piedpiperart]

Can We Keep Him pt 2

Chapter one

Jason woke with a jolt, hearing knocking on his door. “Master Jason, it is nearly time for you to leave for school,”Alfred called,”I suggest you hurry if you want to have breakfast.” The teen groaned, about to get up when the memories from last night hit him. Jason’s eyes widened and he sat up with a jolt, not seeing the tiny raccoon kid in his bed. He tried hard not to panic, but hoped the kid didn’t go far. He noticed the fluffy blanket he’d wrapped the kid in was gone, and after doing a quick sweep of his room and looking under his bed he found a crack in the closet door that wasn’t there before. Jason usually kept the door closed, so he hoped the kid might’ve just gone exploring while he was asleep. He eased the sliding door open a bit more, sighing in relief when he saw the kid curled in a ball, tail clutched in his arms like a teddy bear. He’d made a sort of burrow in Jason’s laundry, which wasn’t the weirdest he supposed. Jason figured the kid liked smaller spaces to sleep in, which was understandable given how huge Jason’s room was. 

When Jason had first moved in, he’d slept in the closet too, unused to the big fluffy queen size bed and worried about the other people living in the manor. Eventually, he’d gotten used to the big bed, but he understood a bit about the kid’s preferences now. Easing the door back to the small crack it was open to before, Jason heaved a breath. Now, he had to tell Alfred. There was no way he’d try keeping the kid in his room while he was at school, and no doubt Alfred would be able to help him figure out how to explain everything to Bruce. Sure, he knew he wouldn’t get in trouble for finding the kid and bringing him home, but might be given the disappointed look for waiting until morning to tell Alfred about it. Jason cursed, wishing he had a baby monitor or something before he left for the kitchen. His steps were quiet until he was sure he wouldn’t wake the baby, then he jogged down the hall and slid down the staircase railing, using his fuzzy socks to slide into the kitchen where Alfred was doing dishes. “Master Jason-” Alfred started, no doubt surprised that Jason wasn’t dressed for school yet, but Jason didn’t have time for that. “I snuck out yesterday and found a kid so I brought him home and gave him a bath and I didn’t want to wake you but now he’s asleep in the closet and I have to go to school, can you help me please?” Jason blurted. To Alfred’s credit, he barely blinked before gesturing for Jason to sit down. “Now, care to explain?” He asked, a tad softer but more serious than before. “I was exploring outside because I couldn’t sleep,”Jason began, sitting down with a huff. He was still worried about leaving the kid alone, but knew he owed Alfred an explanation before he met the kid. “I found some trash and went to throw it in the dumpster, but when I opened the lid something hissed at me. I thought it was a cat or maybe a raccoon got stuck in there or something so I turned on my flashlight to get a better look.” Jason paused, looking at Alfred’s calmly raised eyebrow. “I know that’s probably not smart but it wasn’t a raccoon or a cat, kind of. It was a little kid, maybe five or six?” Jason squinted, he wasn’t sure but the kid was so, so small. “He was eating trash, so I bribed him with food to get him out of the dumpster. I don’t think he knows words? He mostly just growled or hissed at me honestly.” Alfred seemed a bit less composed at that information, but Jason soldiered on,”So I got him into the house, gave him a bath and pajamas and wrapped him up in a blanket. When I woke up he was gone though, but I found him curled up in the closet with some blankets.” He finished. “Well, I must say,”Alfred hedged,”There is never a boring day in this house.” “So you’ll help?”Jason brightened, jumping out of his chair. Alfred made a noise much like a sigh before standing himself. “I’d like to meet the little one first, if that’s alright,”Alfred asked, and Jason nodded, leading the man to his room. Before long, the two of them were creeping into Jason’s room quietly. Jason eased the closet open wide enough for Alfred to catch a glimpse of the tiny raccoon child curled up, face pressed into his tail. To Alfred’s credit, he barely batted an eye, but Jason could see a fond smile on his face at the cute scene. “I do say, it might be easier on him if you stay home from school today, Master Jason,”Alfred whispered when Jason had closed the closet back up. The teen sighed in relief. As much as he enjoyed school, he didn’t want to leave the little guy alone. “Thanks Alfie,”Jason slumped. He followed Alfred back out into the hallway, but kept his door open in case the kid woke up. “What do we do now?” “For now, wait until he wakes up on his own,”Alfred started. “You said he was not responding to words?” “Yeah, I asked him questions but it didn’t seem like he knew what I was saying,”Jason frowned. “But he didn’t bite or scratch me, and he ate a lot of the snacks I had.” “I’ll keep something warm for when he wakes,”Alfred hummed. “But we do need to explain this to Master Bruce.” Jason grimaced. “It is a good thing that he left early for a board meeting and won’t be home until later,”Alfred added. “Perfect amount of time to get the child acclimated to myself and the manor.” “Thanks Alfie,”Jason grinned. Then he thought about what might happen when Bruce got home.”You think B will be able to find his family or something?” Alfred frowned, glancing back to the closet. “I doubt any family he has would care for him the way you have, considering where you found him,”Alfred said, then added,”I don’t doubt that Master Bruce would be hard pressed to care for him as well, should no other suitable options arise.” “Yes,”Jason fist-pumped. ”I’ve always wanted a little brother.”

Alfred merely smiled.

An hour and a half had passed before Alfred agreed to let Jason wake up the small child for some food. Jason hadn’t left the room the entire time, worried the little guy would run off and hide again. The whole time he’d been waiting he spent looking up raccoon facts on his phone. He was happy to note that most raccoons don’t get sick when they eat garbage foods and are able to get rid of most of the toxins in the garbage food during the digestion process. With any luck, the kid will be disease free, even from living in the wild most of his life. Carefully, he opened the closet door and sat down in the opening, not too close to the kid. “Hey little guy, it’s time to wake up,”Jason cooed softly. He had a cookie in his hand as a backup plan, and had convinced Alfred to stay in the kitchen until he brought him downstairs. “You’re gonna miss breakfast if you sleep all day,” He added, spotting the twitch of one of his fuzzy ears. “Good morning sleepyhead,”Jason called, brightening when he saw a sleepy blue eye peek out from behind a blanket. He held up the cookie to where the kid could see it, and held in a laugh when the sleepy boy reached for it, yawning into a stretch at the same time. Jason stayed where he was, letting the kid wake up a bit as he stretch a little more and crawled out of the blanket cave and onto Jason’s lap to get the cookie. He gave it to him, standing and lifting the small furry kid into his arms. The kid seemed too tired to protest, and just rested his head on Jason’s shoulder while nibbling at his snickerdoodle. The urge to take a picture of his cute little face was overwhelming, but Jason shook it off and made his way downstairs. “You’ll get to meet Alfred,”Jason continued, despite the fact that the kid didn’t know what he was saying,”He’s really nice, and knows how to cook all kinds of food,” Jason rambled. The kid, now done with his cookie, latched onto Jason’s shirt and glanced around the manor. His eyes seemed to catch on to photographs and plants around the halls.”You’ll love him, I promise,”He murmured, approaching the kitchen with a bit of dread. Jason kept his eyes on the toddler, but knew the moment Alfred came into view by the way the kid’s claws gripped his shirt, digging in far enough to prick his skin. He hid a wince and tried to reassure the kid, but he hissed towards the butler, curling closer to Jason. Alfred hummed, then to Jason’s confusion, he sat down on the floor criss cross and motioned for Jason to do the same. He shrugged mentally, and lowered to the ground. Letting go of the kid, Jason looked back to Alfred in confusion. “Let him get used to me first, Master Jason,”Alfred suggested, keeping calm when the kid sniffed and tried to climb out of Jason’s lap. Jason watched with trepidation as the kid explored, surprising the teen when he walked straight up to Alfred. The man stayed still, even when the kid leaned forward and sniffed his suit. He seemed very interested in one of the buttons, but before he could accidentally detach it, Alfred revealed a small bowl of apple slices he’d hidden behind his back. Jason grinned, standing up to come closer as he watched the kid sit in Alfred’s lap to eat a slice. “He likes you,” Jason cooed. Alfred gave a wry smile, scooping up the kid with one arm and holding the apple slices in the other. “I presume the young master likes anyone who gives him food,”Alfred said, albeit a bit sadly. He was no stranger to malnourished kids, that was for certain. He gave a good look at the kid, noting how he seemed to be of a healthy weight for a child, how to fix the knots in the child’s hair, and to get him some new clothes his size. The man wondered if he could send Jason and Bruce with a list. No doubt he could trust Jason with the list, but despite Bruce’s proficiency in most things, shopping was not one of them. Despite what his adopted son would protest, Alfred was counting on Jason to change Bruce’s mind about keeping the child. He’d suspected Jason was a bit lonely in the big house, and having another little one would make the manor seem livelier to the old man. It wasn’t as if they didn’t have the capabilities to care for him, especially considering his appearance. Alfred carried the toddler to the old wooden highchair he’d found in the attic earlier and sat him down. Jason took the seat next to him, keeping him in his seat with the apple slices Alfred passed to him while the man buckled him in. The kid just chirped at nothing in particular and crunched another slice. “I think he likes crunchy things better,”Jason hummed, accepting the plate of pancakes with a side of eggs and hashbrowns. It immediately caught the attention of the kid, and he sniffed the air towards Jason. To Jason’s surprise, Alfred sat a plate down in front of the kid too, albeit filled with less than Jasons and cut up into smaller bits. “So what do we do now? Is there a bat thing we could check to find his identity or something?” Jason commented. “Master Bruce will no doubt check when he arrives,”Alfred starts, “Why don’t you and I set up some things for the little one, hm? I’m sure we can scrounge up some of Master Bruce’s old clothes that should fit the young man.” “Really? You still have Bruce’s baby clothes?” Jason barked a laugh, catching the kids attention. The little guy was busy stuffing pancakes in his chubby cheeks. “Indeed. Now finish your breakfast, and we can go look through storage,”Alfred hummed. Jason didn’t need to be told twice, and scarfed down his food. He spent most of the meal looking over the kid. He was surprisingly tidy, despite eating with his hands. The kid seemed to like the crunch of the bacon best, but it was hard to tell since he ate everything. Jason kind of wondered if he ever stopped eating. Jason helped Alfred clean up the dishes, leaving the kid in the high chair a few feet away. “Shit-”Jason exclaimed when he turned around. Somehow the kid had gotten out of the high chair buckle and was standing up, looking ready to jump. His exclamation made Alfred turn, but he was rushing to the kid, who stopped trying to jump when he saw Jason approach. Big blue eyes chirped at him and Jason scooped him up in his arms. “Please don’t do that again,”He said, looking to see the unbuckled seat belt in the high chair. “You scared me nearly to death.” The kid chirped again, wiggling in Jason’s arms to try to get down. Nervously, Jason let him down, following close behind as he immediately took off to explore. “Uh Alfred?” Jason called, a bit panicky. “He’s doing no harm,”The man commented, “I recall raccoons and little boys being curious creatures. Perhaps you can find some toys or puzzles for him.” “Oh, I think there’s a few puzzles in the living room,”Jason muttered, following the kid to the hallway. He seemed to be heading to the front door, but Jason wasn’t sure. The little guy ducked under a side table, then scrambled to a cabinet. He had trouble pulling it open, but eventually got it open a crack. It was just extra blankets, and he stuck his hands in the drawer to feel the softness. Jason followed along when the kid changed course, taking a moment to look at a portrait in the foyer of a younger Bruce and his parents. Amused, he watched the kid reach up and try to open the hall closet. He stood up on his tippy toes to fiddle with the door handle. It took him a minute, but the kid managed to turn it to the left enough for it to click. Jason nearly laughed when an umbrella fell on the kid when the door opened. His tail shot out and he squeaked, running back to Jason while clutching his head. “Aw, did it get you?” Jason cooed, picking up the kid and cradling him to his chest. He pet the kid’s hair, avoiding the ears. “Wanna go see what Alfred’s up to?” Jason didn’t expect an answer anyway, and they made their way back to the kitchen. On the way, the little raccoon climbed up to Jason’s shoulder to pull his hair. It didn’t hurt so he let the kid do what he wanted. “Hey Alfie, ready to raid the storage?” Jason asked, head tilted towards the kid, who was still holding onto his hair. “Indeed,”Alfred said with a smile, and Jason had the sudden thought that he hadn’t ever seen the man smile so much in one day. “If you would follow me.” Jason had fun looking through the dust covered boxes. He and the tiny toddler parked themselves at a few opened boxes labeled clothes and started sorting through them. While Alfred dug up some sippy cups and a car seat, Jason busied himself with finding clothes that might actually fit the kid. He held up a shirt he thought would fit, only for the kid to push it back down into the box and climbed inside. Jason sighed, leaning on the box. “We really gotta get a name for you,”he said sadly. The kid sneezed, probably because of the dust they’d been disturbing. “How about a nickname?” Jason asked, bringing a cute little bear sweater out of the box the kid wasn’t sitting in. It seemed a bit too big, but he could grow into it, Jason thought. He added it to the pile anyways.  “Baby raccoons are called kits, right?” Jason rambled, looking through clothes while the kid curled up in the musty box to take a nap. No doubt raccoon fur was going to stick to everything in there, he thought. But back to nicknames, he could think of a few. “Could call you Rascal, or Squirt, maybe Baby Bird since Dick calls me Little Wing sometimes. No, that’s too long.” Jason sighed. “I’ll figure it out eventually,”He said, reaching over to pet the kid’s hair. As much as the kid seemed to enjoy touch, Jason grimaced at the feel of all the knots he couldn’t get out of the kid’s hair. “Hey Alf,”Jason called softly. He waited until the man looked over to gesture to the kid.”Do you know anything about getting tangles out?” Alfred hummed, coming over to the two after setting a box down. He appraised Jason’s small pile of clothes with a nod before softening at the curled up kid in the box. “Yes, I’d be happy to help the young master,”Alfred said fondly. “Would you mind taking the two boxes downstairs for me? I believe I can locate some shoes for the lad in the meantime.” “Sure thing,”Jason said, and hopped to his feet. The boxes weren’t heavy, but big enough to need two trips. Glancing inside, he could see some sippy cups, baby spoons and plastic plates and bowls. He wondered if Bruce’s parents kept these for if Bruce ever had a baby. Jason grinned, hoping that little tidbit would sway Bruce into keeping the kid. He brought the box down in no time, and inspected the second box. Inside were a few parenting books, a stuffed animal elephant and frog, and some baby toys. Jason wasn’t sure how old they were supposed to be for, but he didn’t know the kid’s age either. He found one toy that the kid might have fun chewing on though. After dropping the boxes off near the living room, Jason came back to find the box empty and the kid snuggled in Alfred’s arm. With his other hand, he was organizing more clothes into another box to bring down. A small pair of blue velcro shoes were off to the side that were soon added to the box. “He asleep?” Jason asked, peering up at the kid. He had his tail wrapped to his front, holding on with his hands and pressing his face into it and Alfred’s chest. Alfred nodded, rocking back and forth a bit. “Perhaps we can convince the young one of a haircut when he wakes,”Alfred suggested. He then gestured to the box at his feet. “Would you be so kind as to take this box?” Jason nodded, picking it up with no trouble and following Alfred back down to the first floor. He then helped Alfred load the old clothes into the laundry, all while the kid slept cuddled in Alfred’s arms. They migrated to the kitchen then, where Alfred started on lunch. He passed the sleeping kid to Jason, who sat on one of the window couches with the kid curled in his lap and pulled out his phone. “Raccoons are like cats, but they’re more like dogs,”Jason read out. He’d started looking up raccoon facts to see if they might relate to the kid. He hoped it would be useful. “Actually, they’re more related to bears. They don’t hibernate exactly, but they have a few weeks where they sleep during winter.” “Raccoons have night vision, and the thing that cats have in their eyes that make them shine in the dark,”Jason explained. Absently, he pet the kid’s hair as he read aloud to Alfred. He was like a heater, warming Jason’s lap like a heated blanket. He wondered if this was what having a pet felt like. “They also don’t have great eyesight, and lack depth perception,”Jason frowned. He thought about how they could test that. Would the kid need glasses? Slowly, as Jason read out loud and the smells of lunch started to waft in the air, the kid stirred. Jason resisted the urge to coo at the way he yawned and stretched. The little guy stayed curled up a bit longer before catching a whiff of something from the kitchen. After that, he abandoned Jason pretty quickly. Jason huffed in amusement but followed the kid to find him practically glued to the man’s leg. He sat at one of the bar stools while the raccoon begged Alfred for food with the most adorable puppy eyes. Even Alfred wasn’t  immune, and before long he’d handed Jason a handful of grapes and buckled the kid into the highchair next to him. Grinning, Jason busied himself with feeding the kid grapes while Alfred finished up. “I think he likes fruit a lot too,”Jason said absently, passing the kid another. He seemed content to stay in the high chair as long as he was being fed. It was good to know, considering they now knew he could get out of it without issues. “Or maybe he just really likes food,”Jason amended. “I imagine that once he has a stable source of food, he may not feel the need to eat as much or as often,”Alfred pointed out, and yeah, that made sense. Jason himself had taken a while to adapt to it after living on the streets. It made sense that the kid was still in survival mode. He wondered if the kid would want a food stash like the one Jason had in his room. “I think he might have food aggression too,”Jason said, passing a grape to the little black grabby hands. He was speaking from experience, and still felt a bit of panic everytime someone even tried to take a bite of his food. “So be careful not to take food away I guess.” “I suppose we can try a sort of barter system with him,”Alfred hummed. He brought over a plate of sandwich- chicken salad, Jason thought, and cut vegetables on the side- to the kid along with a sippy cup filled with water. The little guy brightened, forgetting about the few grapes Jason had left in favor of picking up a slice of sandwich. He sniffed it first, peeling back the bread and eating the inside, getting mayonnaise on his face and hands. “Thanks Alf,”Jason said when he set an identical plate down in front of the teen. Only there were some chips on the side as well as vegetables. Jason amused himself with looking up more raccoon facts while they ate, and watching the kid scarf down his food. In no time, he was turning his puppy eyes to Jason, who lasted a solid five seconds before he handed him the last of the grapes. And some carrot sticks. Alfred slid over some more vegetable sticks to the kid, who delighted in the crunch of the celery, carrots and cucumber. He didn’t seem to like the broccoli as much but still ate it. The kid growled a bit at Alfred when he wiped the kid’s face and hands with a wet washcloth, but didn’t bite or scratch him like Jason worried. After that, Jason was tasked with bringing the laundry out of the dryer and into the living room with the toddler while Alfred cleaned up. “I should have expected this,”Jason sighed, looking down at the kid basking in the warm clothes fresh out of the dryer. He shrugged, then picked up the basket filled with clothes and kid to bring to the couch. “Alright,”Jason grinned, “What do you wanna wear?” He didn’t get an answer, but managed to pull out a few things before the kid swiped at him for stealing his warmth. Holding up the little bear sweater he’d found earlier, Jason figured the kid might want to wear something warm. It wasn’t to cold outside yet, but winter was only a few months away. Jasonshivered, thinking of the kid alone outside during winter. Shaking his head, he brushed past the thought in favor of wrestling the kid out of the big t-shirt and into the sweater. He didn’t seem to mind, but didn’t like wearing the shorts as much. Jason couldn't really tell if it was a tail thing or a no pants thing in general, but the kid didn’t try to take them off. The socks, however, were taken off immediately, and Jason didn’t have the guts to fight him over it.

chapter 3 

[still-crybunny]

I will always remind anyone willing to listen that Tim is a mom friend

Headcanon that when Tim first became Robin, he would lecture Bruce every time he got sloppy and was hurt on patrol, but as time moved on, he just shifted to looking at Bruce with Alfred levels of disappointment whenever he came back with a new bruise.

Tim does it specifically to Bruce and no one else.

Bruce, in the medbay, after being shot: Alfred, can we close the curtain?

Alfred, pointedly not staring at Tim: No.

Tim, with his arms crossed, standing in front of Bruce: I'm not mad, just disappointed.

[thatthirdtriplet]

Relationships:

Tim Drake & Jason Todd Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne Dick Grayson & Jason Todd Alfred Pennyworth & Jason Todd Tim Drake & Dick Grayson Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne Tim Drake & Alfred Pennyworth Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne

Characters:

Tim Drake Jason Todd Dick Grayson Bruce Wayne Alfred Pennyworth Stephanie Brown Barbara Gordon Cassandra Cain

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Summary:

a year and a half after his death, Jason returns to Gotham with intentions of attacking his replacement and quickly finds himself wanting to guard the kid instead

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

He Cradled Me With Clipped Wings

by ImpishDelightz Tim knows he's broken inside and out. He's not confident he'll be able to do right by the people he loves, but he'll try hard to give them what they deserve. Words: 2058, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of These Broken Birds Deserve a Warm Nest Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Red Robin (Comics) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: Other Characters: Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Prudence Wood, Jason Todd, Bart Allen, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon (DCU), Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Other Character Tags to Be Added Relationships: Tim Drake & Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain & Duke Thomas, Tim Drake & Duke Thomas, Bart Allen & Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake & Prudence Wood, Tim Drake & Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Tim Drake is Not Robin, Tim Drake is Not Okay, Tim Drake is Joker Jr., Tim Drake is Not Red Robin, Tim Drake is Not a Batfamily Member, Hurt Dick Grayson, Bad Sibling Dick Grayson, Protective Cassandra Cain, BAMF Cassandra Cain, Mother Hen Jason Todd, Protective Damian Wayne, Damian Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Adorable Bart Allen, Protective Kon-El | Conner Kent, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Major Original Character(s), Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con via https://ift.tt/FcvniG8

[brb-on-a-quest]

So, I got the idea from (@igotthisaccountunderduress), so I humbly submit another one-scene Batfic idea that I wrote almost entirely at 2 A.M. It's the first time I've managed to sit down and write so many words at one time so I'm taking it as a win regardless. (Thanks, Iggy, for live blogging all the Dr Who specials, it's been entertaining).

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“Master Bruce, with all due respect, may I recommend you finish for the night and get some rest, sir?” Alfred Pennyworth doesn’t even knock as he walks into the Bat cave. Young Master Bruce (not so young anymore with a brood of his own, but some fatherly part of Alfred can’t see him any other way) is still pacing in front of the bat computer, sweat racing down his forehead even though the temperature is quite brisk. 

“Alfred, you know I can’t.” Master Bruce says, his tone sounding much more snippy than usual. Must be the stress. “I don’t need you anymore for tonight.” He adds, tongue more in cheek this time. “Get some rest. No use in both of us clucking all night like mother hens.” 

“Master Bruce, I must protest. It’s been over twenty-four hours. Master Dick-”

“Names, Alfred.” Master Bruce protests. “We’re in the Bat cave.”

Alfred exhales but nods. Wayne Manor, Wayne rules. “Robin, Signal, and the girls are out on patrol, bringing on both Nightwing and Red Hood for assistance. Red Robin’s doing everything he can research-wise, and all the bases have been covered, sir.” Although Master Bruce’s back is turned to him, Alfred grins behind his closed hand. “If I may be so bold, there is no reason for you to not take care of yourself anymore.” 

“I should be out there with them.” 

“If I can remind you, Master Bruce, I haven’t given you a clean bill of health yet”

"I should be finding more leads.” Master Bruce sat down in his spinny office chair and started twirling towards the Bat-Computer. 

“Let Miss Barbara and Master Timothy work on that, it’s part of their strengths. They’ll find something. You’re not going to be any sort of help to any of your children if you are passed out on the floor of the bat Cave, sir.” 

“What would they say?” 

“I think Master Jason would try and knock you out himself, Master Dick would fight you all the way to your bedroom while boring you with puns, Master Timothy would try some shenanigans neither one of us had thought of yet, and Damien will just yell at you until something happened. Not to mention what any of the others would do-- please, sir, just go to bed.” 

“Someone should let the Justice League-”

“You did that earlier, sir.” Alfred was beginning to wonder if he should call in one of the robins for backup. “Really, Master Bruce, I-”

“Fine. You’re right, Alfred.” Master Bruce smiled wryly as he stood up from the chair, pushing it back into the desk. “I’ll go to sleep.”

“You have a bath drawn in your room, sir. And there are tea and cookies placed on the nightstand if you have a smattering of hunger before sleep.” Alfred smiled in victory. 

“Did you lace them with Doxepin or something so I’d fall asleep better?” Bruce chuckled.

“Master Bruce, I am not as low as all that. It’s just lavender and strawberry tea, sir.” Alfred sniffed, feigning hurt. 

“Ok, ok, just checking. Can’t be too sure about anything anymore. G’nite Alfie” 

“Sleep well, Master Bruce.” Alfred smiled, relishing the sweet taste of victory as he saw the pieces of the black suit get dismantled. Alfred handed Master Bruce, now looking more like Young Master Bruce, his robe and watched as the very tired man stumble towards the stairs. 

“Allow me to escort you, sir.” Alfred slipped underneath Master Bruce’s arms before he could fall. 

Master Bruce didn’t protest.

After Alfred Pennyworth was satisfied that Bruce Wayne would sleep, he walked down to the bat cave, being careful to avoid the one creaky spot on the front stairwell. By his calculations, none of the children would be back yet, and he had a small window of opportunity.

He was not wrong. Alfred Pennyworth is rarely wrong. 

On the darkened edge of the Bat cave, a landline phone hung on the rocky wall. Its original function was to connect Wayne Manor with the cave if Alfred needed Master Bruce or Master Dick for something or vice versa. They had since upgraded the technology, but since it was more work than necessary to uninstall the landline, Master Bruce just kept it there, just in case.

Alfred smiled as he picked up the receiver end. He had the phone number he needed etched into his memory for all time. 9-9-9. 

One ring goes by, then three. Alfred isn’t worried. The individual on the other end was known to be not the least organized of persons. 

By the end of the sixth ring, a sliver of doubt passes through his mind What if-, but then there’s the click of someone else picking up.

“Hullo?” It’s a man’s voice, with a delightfully Scottish accent that Alfred sometimes missed when he felt older than usual 

“Hello, this is Alfred Pennyworth of Wayne Manor-” Alfred starts but doesn’t get three seconds in before the other person goes “ALFIE! Oh, Alfie, you old bean, it’s so good to see you.”

Alfred Pennyworth smiles. “It’s a pleasure to hear your voice again, Doctor. Now, if you would be so kind as to jump the pond and come drop by the manor, I think we have a little problem that would be your cup of tea. It's Gotham, June 7th, 2023, at approximately 10:43 A.M. I trust you still have the Wayne Manor address? You can park your Tardis in the back garden. Master Bruce will be delighted to see you again.”  

"I'll be there in a jiffy." With the Doctor's promise assured, Alfred hangs up the landline and goes to alert the others of the new force in Gotham.

[ao3feed-harleyquinn]

chemtrails over the country club

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QxsPTuB by lovergirlrots ⋆ ★ the red hood's greatest enemy is lipstick. jason todd / original female character Words: 932, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), Red Hood/Arsenal (Comics), Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F Characters: Jason Todd, Original Female Character(s), Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Rogues Gallery (Batman), Pamela Isley, Harleen Quinzel, Stephanie Brown, Roy Harper Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Female Character(s), Bruce Wayne & Original Female Character(s), Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne & Original Female Character(s), Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley & Original Female Character(s), Harleen Quinzel & Original Female Character(s), Roy Harper & Jason Todd Additional Tags: Title from a Lana Del Rey Song, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Rivals With Benefits, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Tired Tim Drake, Protective Pamela Isley, Mother Hen Jason Todd, Protective Jason Todd, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Strangers to Lovers, Country Clubs, Angst and Romance, Heavy Angst, Orphans, Domestic Fluff, Crying, Jason Todd is Bad at Feelings, Self-Hatred, Eating Disorders, Implied Sexual Content, Child Neglect, Song: Casual (Chappell Roan), Minor Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel, i make ivyharley into moms for plot and whatnot read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/QxsPTuB

[iphoenixrising]

Tiny!Tim and the Fever

Another one I found. Ah, my soulmate @satire-please was sick a while ago and asked for a young Timmy all sick and the Bats find him in Drake Manor. It’s Nightwing in from the Haven with a little Jason!Robin :D

**

When the only people out in Gotham after nightfall are the vigilantes, you know it’s time to go. N and Robin had hit mid-town before their legs were completely numb to all sensation and the clench of his stomach, the almost oops with his zip line was countered by Nightwing’s uncanny sixth sense.

The second time his predecessor caught him by the back of his cape before an epic fail on the roof of the Wallstone (even through the gloves he can’t feel his hands well enough to hold the zip line), they agree wholeheartedly it’s time to call it a night.  Like he’s reading their minds (or he just knows his boys), B already sent the big car down to an alleyway for their pick-up. The heater is blasting when they duck inside, limbs tingling back to life before N revs the engine and they take off into the night.

**

The next afternoon, Alfred Pennyworth hangs-up the Manor telephone and returns to the kitchen, his back a little stiffer than normal.

Looking up from the incredibly stupid “Arctic Academy” assignments for snow days, Jay’s eyebrow cocks up while Dick manages to stir from huddled around his bowl of cereal. Reading the paper and drinking his coffee, B lets the butler go through his own particular set of motions before deciding to intervene. He still taps his cane a little on his walking cast, just so Alfred knows.

The offended muttering while the butler moves around the kitchen, putting sundries away, removing his apron, going for his coat, hat, and scarf.

“It seems,” the butler finally speaks loud enough to be to them, “young Timothy has been left to his own devices and has not answered any phone calls from his parents.” Sliding on his driving gloves, the calm, cool, and collected is just the tiniest bit askew, “they have requested I go check on the boy, just to be certain he hasn’t run against any difficulties.”

Timothy?

Timothy.

“Timmy from down the road?” Jason’s brows furrow, “he’s only a fucking kid. You ain’t telling me they left him alone, right?”

The silence answers that.

B’s already ninja folded the newspaper in perfect lines, standing to retrieve his own coat from the mudroom, hobbling quickly for someone with a broken leg.  “It’s literally six outside, Alfred. I’ll go. Do me a favor and check the scans running in the Cave on the last file Question sent. I’d like to know what he’s gotten into now.”

“I shall, Sir,” Alfred hums back, watching Master Bruce turn into concerned parent while he bundles up against the frigid cold.

B only has to say one word.

“Boys?”

Dick is downing his milk with more wake-up than five minutes ago. He’s due back in the Haven by tomorrow night to start his next round of Officer Grayson Solves Them All, so that gives him plenty of time to check on Timmy before heading back.

Jason scribbles a few more notes, rising from his chair to bend over for the last few lines of the book review.

The heat works double-time, all three frozen to the bone without ever leaving the garage.

Even more disturbing is the complete serenity of Drake Manor when they start to fight through the snow to get up the drive.

(Damn. Should have brought the big car.)

The scene is unmarked, pristine, just a little tell on how long it had been since someone had been in...or out.

Leaving the car running warm, Bruce is out and taking the foot-deep drifts like he takes on criminals as Batman– without a pause.

Dick and Jason are hot on his heels, eyes taking in the surroundings, the contingencies, the environment they might be following him into–

(Robin’s instinct)

The porch is finally somewhat free of snow’s terrible grip where B knocks with a gloved hand, ready to shout in case the young boy was upstairs.

The front door, however, pops softly, heavily, open under his knuckles.

All three of them stop, step back, and prep.

The motion is subtle, a flick of two fingers with the hand not holding on to his cane, and Jason is vaulting off the porch like he’s not a bit freezin’ his nuts off, rounding the house to look for any clues there might be a–

Jackpot.

One window is cracked open upstairs, and he’s already wrapped a hand around the drain pipe to scurry up.

Dick is going around the other side, still seeing no other tracks, no broken anything. Nothing through the windows except a pristine sitting room, an elaborate formal dining room, and the kitchen as he rounds to the back of the house.

The light makes his stop immediately to peer in, already trying to jimmie the window open. On the floor, wrapped up in a blanket, is a tiny bundle of a boy, every muscle drooping, face buried in his upraised arms.

From this vantage, Dick can’t tell if he’s even breathing.

“Get inside!” He yells out, knocking on the glass to see if the kid moves.

(He doesn’t.)

And the window is finally shoved up once he can get his fingers into the right places to trip the locks, and Dick Grayson is through the window fast, just in time for B to come through the kitchen door, and Jay to drop down from a vent overhead.

“Tim? Tim!”

The converge around the bundled boy, just a messy mop of dark hair peeping through the canary yellow fuzzy blanket.

It’s not until B automatically reaches out that the head flops to the side and dull blue eyes blink up at them hazily.

“Mister...Mister Wayne?” Nasilly and hoarse, Tim Drake is pale in the face with only dark rose to his cheeks, tip of his runny nose, and forehead. “What are...what are you doing here?”

“How long have you been by yourself?!” Dick demands gently, pulling a glove off to put a hand on the kid’s forehead, his pounding heart finally easing down slightly now that Tim has actually moved.

“Mrs. Mac couldn’t get through the weather,” the young boy yawns, letting his head drop forward a little into Dick’s cool palm. “S’ okay. I’ve got plenty of stuff to eat and–”

A hard cough rattles his chest a little, and he ducks his head out from under Dick’s hand to bury his face in his blanket.

Jay goes around to close the window Dick left open, noting the thermostat is set at 61 degrees, and nudges B’s shoulder just slightly.

The exchanged look is the very same nope, not okay while Dick just gives in to his instinct and eases the coughing boy into his lap to cuddle.

Tim was too sick, too tired, too everything to really notice the cool outer material of Dick’s coat was against his cheek, and the hand moving in soothing circles on his back felt nice, so nice.

“What’s the plan, Boss?”

B is already pulling out his phone, making a quick call. Jay gives a brusk nod and affectionately ruffles Tim’s messy hair. The big, watery eyes look back up at him blearily around Dick’s coat, and Tim smiles gently.

“Hi Jay. Did you come to play video games with me?”

At the hopeful note in the kid’s tone, Jay completely pretends his heart isn’t breaking open wide. Instead, he crouches down (just like he’s Robin) and tries to make himself smirk so he don’t let Timmy know how ungodly pissed off he is.

“Can’t stay, Baby Bird, but howz ‘bout ya come back ta the Manor with me n’ B n’ Dickie, yeah? We’ll play some games there n’ get some good eats, you feel me?”

That seem to perk Tim up a little, enough to get the boy to at least sit up in Dick’s lap on his own, “can I? I mean, I can? I mean, is that okay?”

His eyes go to B, who is moving smoothly instead of limping heavily when the other line finally picks up. Tim buries himself a little deeper in Dick’s coat when Mister Wayne crosses the room to talk in a very low, deep tone.

Almost a growl.

“It’s totally fine, Timmers,” Jay tries to grin, laugh it off a little so the kid doesn’t think anything is wrong (even though it is, all of this fuckery is), “Alfred was gonna come getcha ta hang out since it’s a snow day.”

“Mister...Mister Pennyworth is so...nice,” Tim replies with another puppy yawn that completely entrances Dick since it’s just too adorable for words.

“Yes, he is, Timmy. And he very, very much would like it if you would come to stay with us for a few days, okay? Jay will go upstairs and pack you some clothes, we’ll wrap a few more blankets around you, and we’ll go have some nice soup and watch some awesome movies between video game rounds.”

“I would love that, thank-you, Dick.” He tries to be enthusiastic, tries to be happy, but he’s so achy and sore and tired. His throat is scratchy and his belly rumbling with hunger under the blanket. “But...but could I get up and get my soup out of the microwave? I’m not sure how long it’s been in there, and I should put it in the fridge for next time.”

And, well, no Timmy, you’re probably not going to escape that hold.

Ever.

Jay grins wider when he sees Dick reflexively tighten down for the long haul.

“Don’t gotta worry ‘bout it, Timmers. Just let Dickie getcha ready ta go outside. ‘S cold as a motherfucking bitch, lemme tell ya, and we don’t wanna letcha get any sicker, you feel me?”

“Little Wing! Language!”

“Aw, hell with it, Dickie. He’s a smartie, didn’t cha know?”

“It’s...I’m not, I mean, I’m okay, really. I can take care of myself.” The boy looks a slightly panicky, his small hands peeping through his blanket burrito to tighten down on the edges. “You don’t have to do anything at all! I promise. I won’t be any trouble–”

“You are never trouble,” B interrupts darkly, finally finishing his conversation, and has returned to the trio without a sound. “And we’re glad to have you stay with us.”

Those eyes get more moist, his nose nudges down into the blanket, his forehead turning into Dick’s jacket.

“After you’re feeling better, I’m going to give you the phone number to the Manor to keep in your room at all times.” B crouches down strangely with the cast, trading places with Jason, who is already moving out of the kitchen and strafing up the massive staircase to start packing their sick Baby Bird a bag.

“O-...Okay,” the boy finally looks up at B’s dark eyes.

“If you’re ever here alone and you need someone for any reason, you need to call me. From now on, Tim, do you understand?”

“Yes, Mister Wayne.”

“Bruce.”

“Yes, Bruce.”

“That’s a good boy,” and the ruffle to his hair is absurdly gentle, making Tim ease down on his death-grip and raise his head up enough to smile.

And later, once he’s in the sitting room of the Manor with old X-Men cartoon reruns on the television, snuggled down in Dick’s lap with fresh pjs, a belly full of Mister Alfred’s soup, and already riding the train to sleep with fever-reducers and a thick blanket to keep him warm, his eyes go from Dick’s easy smile and affectionate eyes, to the absent hand Jay has on his ankle while he works through more of the problems on his Artic Academy paperwork, to B working quietly on a tablet while he sips at his coffee and occasionally looks up to make sure his boy are all right, Tim thinks how nice it would be…

To be part of their family.

[collectivefandomstuff]

Bruce: [ranting] -and then Clark completely cut me off! He can be so arrogant and rude and-

Alfred: [sarcastically] would you like me to phone his mother, master Bruce?

Bruce: [huffs]

Bruce:

Bruce: Well, I mean if you want to...

-

{Bonus}

5 weeks later

Clark: [barging into the meeting room at the Watchtower] What have you done?!

Bruce: [blinks]

Clark: My mother and Alfred are talking!!

Bruce:

Clark: They're friends!! They talk once a week!!

Bruce: [sighs] Isn't this a bit of an overreaction?

Clark: [holds out his phone]

Mrs Kent: [over the phone in a tinny voice] -can't believe you would say such a thing to that nice young boy-

Bruce: Fuck

Mrs Kent: [over the phone] Was that Mr Wayne? I say-

Clark: [into the phone] I'm sorry, ma, I'll call you later. [hangs up]

Bruce: [coughs awkwardly]

Clark: Well. I hope you're happy with yourself Bruce Wayne.

Bruce: [rolls his eyes] It's not that bad Clark

[Bruce's phone rings]

Bruce: [answers] Yes?

Bruce:

Bruce: I- now, I- look Alfred you don't und-

Bruce:

Bruce: [defeatedly] yes, Alfred you did teach me better than that. I am very sorry. Yes, I will call Mrs Kent and apologise for my language. No I didn't think-

[out-of-context-batfam]

Detective Comics #696

[hood-ex]

Detective Comics #696

“Thanks, Alfred... you’d make a good mom, y’know?” - Tim Drake

[anothertimdrakestan]

Dealing W/ Sick Batboys  Batfam x Reader

what each batboy is like sick and what their s.o. has to deal with!

Dick:

- he tries to pretend he’s not sick

- definitely the reason the whole family gets sick

- drinking too much of the kids medicine even though he’s an adult

- saying *pun intended* batshit crazy things

- “y/n the chandelier cures sickness i’m telling you it’s true”

- “damian you HAVE TO cuddle me when i’m sick get over here”

- the whole family flips into mother-hen mode because everyone hates it when Grayson goes down, they secretly need him

- Tim tries to make the dumb jokes and dad puns to fill the silence but it’s never quite right 

- coming over with soup to find dick smothered by the batfamily grinning

- you and alfred take turns making him stay hydrated and comfortable

- overall it’s really wholesome when dick is sick, how can you be mean to the guy when he can’t chase you with a batarang???

Jason:

- he avoids the batcave at first

- “no y/n Alfred’s soup will not fix me. i’m not letting the demon and replacment know i have an imperfect immune system”

- if he has a fever he becomes really honest, especially at night

- “i love my brothers. do they know that? they’re my family- why are you recording me?”

- finding him laying on the air conditioner naked because he’s over heating

- because the sickness weakens him he’s sweeter and can’t keep up the bad boy facade around you

- that doesn’t mean he stops with the flirting even though you’ve been dating for years

- “taking my temperature are we? i can think of some things to put in your mouth ;) ”

- letting dick come over when J is being a soft boi so jason can tell dick he loves him then continue throwing up

- J getting over the sickness and he just wants to kiss you all the time because he’s not contagious (he kissed you even when he was though...)

- secretly relishing in sick weeks with jason because he’s chill and loving and perfect for blackmail tapes, but enjoying when his flirtatious smirk comes back online

Tim:

- this kid will hook himself up to an IV drip to avoid sickness

- when he goes down he goes down HARD

- if he gets really sick it’s a fun ER visit, field trip!

- coffee doesn’t taste good when he’s sick making tim a regular human again

- you take the time to try to get him on a good sleep schedule

- fever dreams getting pretty bad

- he’s constantly sweating and will always try to get you to shower with him

- “y/n i’m so sick what if i DIE in the shower. you have to come for safety”

- he lets everyone dote on him, he likes that they worry it makes him feel appreciated and loved

- everyone telling damian they won’t just let “natural selection decide Drake’s fate”

- tim is the one person bruce gets concerned for because the kid is spleenless

- becoming the king of the house for a week or so while also fearing for your life takes a lot out of tim, you stay over a lot, just being with him to keep him calm and safe, anything for the worlds sweetest boi

Damian

- he refuses to see you at the risk of beloved getting sick

- trying to convince him that food poisoning isn’t contagious

- once you’re allowed over dami becomes a cuddle monster

- he just wants you to hold him and run your hands through his hair while you whisper stories about your day

- demanding Pennyworth make him soup

- lots of sketching and painting, he always draws sketches of you, he likes being able to drink in every inch of you, completely focused on each tiny detail from the light freckles on your nose to the way one dimple is larger than the other or how you bring your shoulders forward when you laugh

- throwing things at his brothers when they interrupt

- constant teasing about how “little baby dami is sick”

- he’ll say he’s fine too early and you’ve learned to force him to stay in bed 48 hours after he says he’s fine

- it always reminds damian why he loves being robin when he’s forced sit out for a week, he returns to the suit with newfound determination and appreciation for the activity of saving lives

- you are always so proud of your love bird for using sickness as way to create passion, one of the many way the lil nugget inspires you constantly

[sohotthateveryonedied]

You Gotta Fend for Yourself

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Summary:

Bruce is Tim's emergency contact. He gets a call to meet Tim at the ER.

“I’m looking for a patient.” The woman behind the ER desk looks bored as she eyes Bruce, takes in the pressed suit and diamond cufflinks. The way he fidgets, drumming his fingers on the desk and trying very hard not to look as anxious as he feels. It’s easier to reign in his worry when he’s wearing the cowl. “Name?” “Tim Drake.” “Give me a minute.” She types his name into the computer, and Bruce can’t help but wonder how she manages to type with such long fingernails. “Your son is in bed eight. It’s over there, against the far wall.” She points him in the general direction. Bruce considers correcting her on the fact that Tim is certainly not his son, but he doesn’t need to tell this complete stranger that. Let her think what she wants. He thanks her and goes where directed. His chest loosens when he finds Tim sitting on a medical cot, neither bleeding out from a gaping wound nor missing any limbs. Instead he’s playing some sort of racing game on his phone, indifferent to the bustling emergency room around him. An oxygen mask sits beside him, forgotten. He and Bruce should really have a conversation about the importance of listening to medical professionals. “Hey, kiddo.”

Tim looks up and his eyes go wide. “Bruce. You...actually came?” His voice is hoarse, like he’s been gargling sand. “Of course I did. I am your emergency contact, after all.” Tim blushes. “I told them not to call you. You really don’t need to be here if you’re busy, I can get a cab home. And I’m sure I can talk the doctors into letting me check myself out without an adult, so—” “It’s okay, Tim. Really. You actually saved me from a board meeting.” Tim doesn’t look at all reassured. Bruce sits on the side of the cot beside Tim, who moves over a few inches. “Your teacher told me you went into anaphylactic shock in the middle of geometry.” Tim rolls his eyes. “I got a candy bar from the vending machine and the wrapper forgot to mention there were walnuts in it. It’s not that big a deal.” “Oh, sure, not that big a deal. You just stopped breathing for two minutes. Totally normal.” “I’m breathing now, aren’t I?” Tim takes an exaggerated breath. “See? I’m fine. And, for the record, it was the teacher’s fault. I had my hand raised for a whole minute trying to tell her that I couldn’t breathe, and she didn’t even look at me. Eventually I just passed out.” Bruce blinks. “You raised your hand? While your life was in danger?” “I didn’t want to be rude.” Lord, beer me patience. “I’ll get you an EpiPen to carry with you from now on.” “I usually have one, but I used it up a couple months ago and kept forgetting to ask my dad for another one.” A shrug. “Don’t you keep one in your utility belt?” “That’s for civilians.” Bruce’s eyebrows crease. “It’s for keeping people safe, not just civilians. You’re a person, so I want you to use whatever you need to keep yourself from dying in the middle of class. Got it?” Tim nods, a little sheepishly. “Yes, sir.” “Good. Now, how are you feeling?” Tim flicks the IV tube. “Cortisone and a shot of epinephrine earlier. I’ll be fine.” Even so, Bruce can’t stop himself from checking Tim over anyway, just to be sure. He needs to see that Tim is okay with his own eyes. He feels Tim’s throat for any residual swelling, checks his pulse. “Can you breathe okay?” “Yep.” “What about your mouth, does it feel numb or tingly? Any swelling?” “No and no.” “Are you dizzy at all, nauseous?” “You do realize we’re in a hospital, right? Surrounded by actual doctors?” “Yes, and I don’t trust a single one of them unless their name is Leslie Thompkins, Alfred Pennyworth, or Bruce Wayne.” “You’re insane.” “Good. Maybe then you’ll stay alive long enough to see the new year.” Bruce takes out his cell phone and drafts the beginning of an email in his notes app. “I should call the school and give them hell for not looking after you. Or at least for not being more aware of their vending machine snacks.” He knew Tim never should have been allowed in a public school. That’s like locking the most perfect, innocent kitten in the world in a cage with rabid coyotes. Completely irresponsible. “You’re overreacting, B.” “You could have died.” Tim scoffs. “Stop being so dramatic. This isn’t even the worst allergic reaction I’ve had. My parents were terrible at remembering to tell the nannies about my walnut energy, so there were a lot of close calls.” Bruce should be more surprised at that information. After he sues the school for the wrongful almost-death of a student, he should sue Drake Industries just for the hell of it. “Where are your parents? Are they on their way?” Jack Drake is as disagreeable a man as disagreeable men get, but he’s always revving for conflict. Bruce will definitely be able to sway him to his side of this matter. They can bring it up to the board of education, draw up new regulations for the school’s allergy protocols. Tim scratches absently at the rash on his neck. Bruce swats his hand away. “Dad brought Dana on a business trip to Philadelphia. It was only supposed to last the weekend, but they decided to stay a few extra days.” “A few?” “Eleven, to be exact.” Yikes. Big yikes. “You at least called them, right? They’ll want to know you’re safe.” “I called Dad when I first got here, but he didn’t pick up so I left him a message. I’m pretty sure he got it, because Dana keeps texting me to make sure I’m okay and asking if they should come home early. Dad still hasn’t said anything, but I’m sure he’s worried too.” Even as Tim says the words, it’s clear he doesn’t believe them. Never mind, fuck Jack Drake. Bruce can find another parent to start an alliance with—one who actually cares about their kid. Maybe Crystal Brown is free tonight… Bruce flags down a passing nurse. “Can I get some discharge papers for my son, here?” Might as well throw that in, give himself some extra authority. Whatever gets them out of here quicker. “Thank god,” Tim says. He plucks out the IV and swings his legs off the bed. “I’m sick of this place. You can just drop me off at home and I’ll be all set?” “Drop you off? You’re coming home with me, Tim.” Was that part not clear? “It’s cool, really. I’ll be fine after some rest. You don’t have to look after me.” “I know I don’t have to. I want to.” Bruce thanks the nurse who brings over the discharge papers in record time. People really don’t appreciate nurses enough; he should donate a few million to boost their salaries. He pushes the clipboard into Tim’s hands. “Here, fill these out and we can get going. I’ll call ahead and have Alfred make supper.” “And then I can go home?” Bruce shrugs, eyes fixed on his phone screen as his thumbs fly. “You already have a room made up at the manor, so I don’t see why you can’t stay over tonight. Besides, I’d like to keep an eye on you, just in case.” Anaphylaxis can be a tricky thing. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a mother hen?” “Once or twice.” “Well, they’re right.” Bruce snorts. He works more on his email draft to the school, making a mental note to censor out the swear words during revision. He’s getting flashbacks to years ago when Jason had a close call with some shrimp at a party for a museum opening. Bruce nearly decimated the catering company for not putting out warnings for potential allergens. “Tim?” “Hm?” “How come I’m your emergency contact?” Tim freezes. He doesn’t look at Bruce and twiddles the pen, quiet for a moment. “I don’t know. I guess I didn’t know who else to put? I figured it would never actually be needed, so it wasn’t like you’d ever find out about it anyway. But don’t worry, I’ll change it tomorrow so you don’t need to do this again.” “No,” Bruce says, a little too quickly. “Keep it. It’s...more logical for it to be me. And I really don’t mind.” “You sure? You don’t have to.” “I want to. Partners look out for each other, right?” Tim’s cheeks are flushed under the allergy-induced redness, but he nods. “Right.”

[thatthirdtriplet]

Relationships:

Tim Drake & Jason Todd Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne Batfamily Members & Tim Drake

Characters:

Tim Drake Jason Todd Bruce Wayne Alfred Pennyworth dick Grayson Janet Drake Jack Drake

Additional Tags:

Hurt/Comfort Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent mother Hen Jason Todd hurt Tim Drake Sick Tim Drake Wayne Gala (DCU) Child Neglect implied/Referenced Child Abuse though tim will argue that one Jason doesn't diet Tim Drake-centric concussion’s birthday Fluff bad Parents Jack and Janet Drake not bad people per se but definitely people who should not have had a child ya feel? Hospitals Blood and Injury vomiting 5+1 Things family feels found Family infection stitches medical Inaccuracies I mean i tried my best but i’m no doctor kid Tim Drake Batfamily (DCU) Tim Drake Joins the Batfamily Early

Summary:

Tim is good at galas.

No, scratch that—Tim is great at galas. He’s been attending them ever since the age of three, when his parents first stuffed him into his little Gymboree tuxedo and gave him a stern lecture about ‘sitting quietly’ and ‘speaking when spoken to.’ He knows all the rules: what to wear, how to stand, when to smile, what to say, what not to say. He knows how to come across as polite and intelligent and charming, and on absolutely any other day, he would be rocking this.

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Or, my take on a ‘Tim Joins the Family Early’ AU, told through a series of sleepovers—most of which are unplanned.

Featuring pre-teen Tim, Alive!Jason, and a whole lot of hurt/comfort.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Triple Threat! The Phantom Pham

by xScald The fenton parents figured out danny is phantom and tore him ok. Dan is currently panicking because he needs to keep his fright safe and jazz is going to do all she can to help Dani is along for the ride along with Sam and Tucker They head to gotham to hide away Jason knows something up because he can feel the city around he cooing like a mother hen and where the fuck did these guys in white come from AND WHY THE FUCK IS HE NOT CONSIDERED SENTIENT because the last time he checked he was a zombie, not some emotionless corpse Words: 3194, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Danny Phantom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Dan Phantom, Danny Fenton, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Jazz Fenton, Jason Todd, Cujo (Danny Phantom), Original Animal Character(s), Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, Damian Wayne, Duke Thomas, Alfred Pennyworth Relationships: Batfamily Members & Jason Todd, Batfamily Members & Danny Fenton Additional Tags: Halfa | Half-Ghost Jason Todd (Danny Phantom), Halfa | Half-Ghost Dan Phantom, Vivisection, Bad Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Dead Joker (DCU), dan let’s the souls of all the people the joker killed get their revenge, Older Sibling Dan Phantom, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Protective Jason Todd via https://ift.tt/akwdUBj

[ao3feed-harleyquinn]

chemtrails over the country club

by lovergirlrots ⋆ ★ the red hood's greatest enemy is lipstick. jason todd / original female character Words: 932, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), Red Hood/Arsenal (Comics), Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F Characters: Jason Todd, Original Female Character(s), Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Rogues Gallery (Batman), Pamela Isley, Harleen Quinzel, Stephanie Brown, Roy Harper Relationships: Jason Todd/Original Female Character(s), Bruce Wayne & Original Female Character(s), Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne & Original Female Character(s), Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley & Original Female Character(s), Harleen Quinzel & Original Female Character(s), Roy Harper & Jason Todd Additional Tags: Title from a Lana Del Rey Song, Jason Todd is Red Hood, Rivals With Benefits, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Tired Tim Drake, Protective Pamela Isley, Mother Hen Jason Todd, Protective Jason Todd, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Strangers to Lovers, Country Clubs, Angst and Romance, Heavy Angst, Orphans, Domestic Fluff, Crying, Jason Todd is Bad at Feelings, Self-Hatred, Eating Disorders, Implied Sexual Content, Child Neglect, Song: Casual (Chappell Roan), Minor Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel, i make ivyharley into moms for plot and whatnot via https://ift.tt/QxsPTuB