Raising Robins

1,000 Bees

Tim was told. He had heard it once, he had heard it a thousand times: Stay off of the BatComputer. Especially when grounded- but Tim couldn't help himself. He was one day away from the end of being grounded and other than Damian not eating anything and lying on the damn meal chart, there had been no turmoil in the house. Not for long. Tim tried to load everything onto a backup drive and figure out the positioning of the criminal underworld. Still, the BatComputer was off limits.

It surprised Tim, however, when Damian popped up behind him and grabbed the back of the chair, pulling it towards him, and Tim fought to regain balance as Damian laughed.

"Ooooh. Drake's on the computerrrrrrrrr." Damian mocked.

"Yeah, well you're not supposed to even be in the Cave."

"Father sent me for an torque wrench for his bike. I'm just passing through to the garage, so I'm not breaking any rules."

"Listen here you little shit-" Tim began, but Bruce had descended from the elevator, calling to Damian, who had since let go of the chair, almost sending Tim flying into a faceplant against the keyboard.

"Damian. I sent you ten minutes ago. What are you-" He stopped. "I know it's you, Tim."

Tim turned around. "I can explain."

"You will." Bruce said, before turning to Damian. "Wrench. now." He looked back at Damian's older brother. "You can explain after you wait on the end of your bed. No detours. Go."

Tim grabbed his drive, and glared at Damian before heading to the elevator. At Bruce's order, he turned the backup drive over and took the elevator back up to the library.

"I hate him!" Tim screamed. "I hate him SO much!" He was on the phone with Jason, who was upstairs watching porn. He sighed and shut it off and closed the browser. As Tim neared the top of the stairs, Jason shut off the line and opened his door.

"I hate to say this, Tim, but... do you want to talk about it?"

"No. I want to shoot him." Tim grumbled.

"Why, exactly?" Jason asked.

Tim couldn't keep any more patience. "He's a narc! He fucking fed me to the wolves."

"Dad?"

"Yeah."

"Well?" Jason waited. "Are you grounded?"

"No! I'm getting my ass whooped." Tim said, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. "And Damian's bedtime is soon. Dad gets to go out and Dick's going to lecture me and side with Dad. Like he always fucking does. I'm tired of it. I want him gone!"

"Golden Boy?"

"No. Demon-spawn."

They could hear the clock move and while it was only Damian, it was enough to send Tim sprinting to his room across the creaky boards of the old Manor into his room. He made sure not to step in any of the spots that the boards were loose and obnoxiously loud.

Jason shut his door and texted in the group chat. Damian did not have a phone, thank God.

Tim's getting it. No lectures, Dickhead. -J

What kind of "getting it?" -D

Tim's getting a paddling. -J

I'm literally in the groupchat, turds. -T

It was just Damian btw -J

I'm not narc-ing on you, I'm giving a heads-up. -J

Well stay strong and DON'T. LIE. Whatever you were doing, Dad's pissed. He was in an okay mood so you effed up. -D