Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Underage Category: M/M Fandoms: Red Hood and the Outlaws, Red Robin, DC Comics Relationship: Tim Drake/Jason Todd
Popsicles and beach bonfires don’t really mix. Some people enjoy the resulting mess more than others.
Some days, Tim wishes he was a Wayne, he stays with them
enough since his parents are always gone. The maid at Drake Manor isn’t bad or
anything, but she is definitely no Alfred.
Ever since his parents found out about Bruce adopting Dick,
and then Jason, they asked him to keep an eye on Tim while they were gone. It
was weird at first, with Dick being five years older, but they ended up being
really close. Then Jay came along. And well, they’re close. Just in a…
Summary: There’s nothing Tim loves more than watching the fisherman spend his days working on the ocean, but there’s no way they could ever meet. That would just end in disaster. No human could ever love him. They fear his kind.
It was fascinating to watch. Every day he
came down to the beach ladened with nets and poles and supplies Tim didn’t know
the name of. He would put them all in the old boat that didn’t look like it
should even be able to stay afloat, then shove it into the sea. For the rest of
the day, he would work. Throwing nets out and pulling them back in hours
later-sometimes full of fish so his arms strained with effort and sometimes
displeasingly devoid of fish. It was a routine Time knew far too well.
It’s Bruce’s favorite rule: think tactically, not emotionally. It’d be easy to break that rule tonight. But I stick to tactics, landing between these creeps and their transportation. That doesn’t mean I’m not feeling the emotions, though.
You and Bruce hardly ever hosted parties at the manor, but when you did, thousands of millionaires and billionaires alike lined up to get an invitation.
Tonight was one of those rare nights.
Before meeting Bruce, you were far from being social. But after years of being with him, you learned to adapt to being the life of the party. It was what was expected from Bruce Wayne’s wife, after all.
Normally you wouldn’t give a damn about what anybody thought, but these parties and gatherings were very important.
To be completely honest, if it wasn’t for your husband’s hunger for justice, you wouldn’t even have to interact with all these stuck up people. The perfume of the women you had to surround yourself with was too much for your nose to handle and it took everything in you not to faint.
“Have you heard about what happened with the Lowes?” Delilah Windsor said, ‘whispering’ to the three women (including you) around her.
You immediately resisted the urge to roll your eyes while shaking your head. These types of conversations made you want to throw up.
“Apparently, while Joseph was in China, Ruby was having an affair with the gardener.” Delilah eagerly told, and the other two women around you gasped dramatically.
“Why is it always with the gardener?” Elizabeth said, shaking her head with amusement clear in her brown eyes.
“Because they’re always so good looking!” Julia responded as though the answer was obvious. “Well, the ones we hire, anyways.”
They bursted out into giggles and you forced yourself to laugh along with them.
‘I have to get out of here,’ you thought to yourself before opening your mouth to make an excuse. “Well, it was nice to speak with you all, but -”
“Janet Drake, is that you?” Delilah, the most annoying out of them, exclaimed loudly. She stared at the woman with an irritating smirk, “How’s motherhood going for you?”
You turned your head to look in the same direction as her and saw the familiar face of Jack Drake’s wife.
The false smile on your lips was replaced with a genuine one at the sight of a small boy in her arms. He couldn’t have been any older than two but by his body language, you knew that he was smarter than your average toddler.
You internally chuckled at the boredom written all over his lovable face. ‘Me too, kid, me too.’
“Hello, Delilah,” Janet greeted, “and Liz, and Julia.” Her eyes paused on you and her previous smile faltered. “Y/N Wayne? Why, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
You tipped your head, “And you as well.” Not wanting to continue talking about ‘hot’ gardeners, you shifted the attention to the child. “And who may this be?”
Janet looked down at her son, “Tim,” she called to get his attention. The bored boy glanced up and made eye contact with you. You smiled warmly, but he merely just blinked and narrowed his eyes curiously. “Don’t be rude and say hello.”
“Hi,” Tim whispered, barely loud enough for anyone to hear.
“Aren’t you just adorable!” Julia squealed and both you and Tim winced at the sound.
You chuckled. He was already growing on you.
“Mom, can we go outside?” Tim asked, “It’s too stuffy in here.”
Janet sighed in annoyance, “We just got here, Tim.”
“I can take him,” You suggested, half worried about the boy and half wanting to get out of whatever conversation Delilah would start. “Children don’t really like these kinds of things.”
Tim grinned happily while Janet frowned disapprovingly, “We don’t want to be a bother.”
‘You won’t be,” You dismissed, using your ‘I’m richer than you’ voice that usually got people to back down. “I can even show him around the manor to keep him busy.”
“Are you sure your husband won’t mind?” She asked and you mentally groaned.
“He never minds people touring our home.”
“Please, mom!” Tim begged, staring at her pleadingly.
“Oh, just let him go, Janet.” Delilah scoffed, rolling her eyes with a scowl. “You’ll be able to have some fun with him gone.”
Janet bit her lips before sighing in defeat, “Fine.” She said, staring at you with hidden distaste.
Tim’s eyes lit up and he reached his arms out towards you. Janet reluctantly handed him over.
Straightaway, Tim leaned close to your right ear and whispered “Can we please go now?”
You bit back a chuckle and nodded.
“Enjoy your night,” You told the four women in a painfully sweet tone, “if you need anything, Bruce is just over there.” You nodded over to your husband who was busy talking with some businessman from Central City.
With that, you walked away from the large crowd of people while carrying a grinning Tim Drake.
You had no idea, however, that in years to come, the boy in your arms would become your third adoptive son.