Tim realizes they're swim shorts almost as quickly as he registers the beach towel swung over Bruce's shoulder- still dry and folded, so he hadn't just got back from somewhere.īeside him is Alfred, holding a bundle of multicoloured towels of his own. He coaches his expression into something more lax when Bruce steps around the corner, dressed in funny shorts with sharks and flames patterned over it. Knowing that doesn't really quell the panic. There's no chance that he'll get in trouble for roaming around the manor- in his pajamas, no less in fact, he's more likely to get a smile for being awake and out of bed so early than to get yelled at for anything else.
He hears voices rounding the corner and instinctively pauses. Tim sucks in a breath, trying to clear out his head. When you threw Tim into a room with his friends- or Dick- he'd cause just as much havoc as Jason when pulling some sort of prank. He stressed Bruce out to the point where he grew grey hairs, both from his poor sleeping habits and his, sometimes, reckless behavior out in the field.
He acted like a good child not one that regularly shattered windows and chandeliers. But, he digresses.Īn "old soul"- While Tim wasn't like most other children, he wouldn't go as far as to say that he was old. Well, he supposed that isn't actually true. Of course, he also spoke the same of Damian in the boy's better moments Tim and Damian were about as different as one could get. Duke, though he often played the "normal child card" just for the laugh, Even Cass and Damian, born to be as silent as Tim, had their moments.Īlfred had, on occasion, referred to Tim as an "old soul". While not really Bruce's daughter, Stephanie is boisterous. Bruce collects children who are loud: Dick hardly ever stays silent for long and, though Jason does enjoy the quiet and solitude when he can get it, he's just as loud as their eldest brother when it comes down to it. Adults do not want children who make noise-īesides Bruce, apparently.
Even besides the vigilante side of things- Tim has always known how to make himself small and silent. He'd spent many nights sneaking out into the city in order to trail his successor and Batman then, he'd spent many mornings sneaking back in. You have to be patient, in Gotham whether it's when dealing with criminals or your own family, that's the one skill Tim had perfected long before taking up the mantle as Robin.Įven walking silently is a trait he'd come to the manor with.
Of course, he's used to many things that normal people aren't: his pain threshold is higher than most, his patience for bullshit is through the roof. It's the middle of summer and, oftentimes, the mornings start out much more frigid than the actual day itself- this is something he's used to, on top of temperatures that sometimes slip below zero from freezing Gotham winters. Despite not being dressed in anything more than sleep shorts and a tank top, he doesn't shiver at the low temperature. Tim pads through the halls, feet completely silent as they press against the hardwood floors. Stats: Published: Words: 5211 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 49 Kudos: 1534 Bookmarks: 226 Hits: 7678 and now i can't stop thinking abt it lmao.'hey remember this thing that happened to u'.fuck the drakes me and my homies hate the drakes.haha get it drown bc it's abt canoes n water.not tagging all the relationships or i'd drown.Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne.