Batfamily One Shots.

Trouble

Tim Drake, CEO of Drake Industries, often finds himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or maybe he's the one causing the wrong place and wrong time. He hasn't figured it out yet.
The point is, he is seemingly always in danger, and the Board hasn't been happy about it. So now they've ordered him to always have body-guards. Annoying, right?
Especially the body-guards they chose for him. The Wayne's are super pushy when it comes to their job. Honestly, what does his sleeping schedule have to do with anything? Geez, Jason. It's not unhealthy, shut up!
...

So I cracked open my notebook of AUs, and I found this one, which sounded really fun to write.

The title is from the song Trouble by Valerie Broussard, and if you haven't heard it yet, you should definitely take a listen, cause it's awesome. Trust me, just listen to it. I wanna know if you find it as fun as I do.

And Damian is like a year younger than Tim for reasons.

Also I basically bullshitted my way through this cause I know nothing about major corporations and there inner workings.
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Tim wasn't 100% how he ended up in this situation. 

One minute he was just you know, chillin', and the next he was tied up in the back of a warehouse with two men pointing guns at him. 

You'd think this would be an odd occurrence, but it was, regrettably, not. 

Why was it always him? Why couldn't it have been Margo from Accounting or Jace from HR? 

"You've got to be kidding me." Tim muttered, raising his gaze to the Heavens in the universal sign of kill me now. 

The gunmen stayed silent, just staring at him. 

And because Tim is Tim, Mr. No-Self-Preservation-Whatsoever, he decided that taunting his kidnappers would be the route to go. 

Honestly, though. If someone is going to surprise adopt Tim, they are going to get all of Tim. Taunting and all. They've brought this upon themselves. 

"Wow, you guys have really got the whole "stare creepily at the innocent person you kidnapped." thing down. Do you want an award? I font really have anything to give, but there's some chocolate back at my office. You could have that."

Kidnapper 1's face twitched. 

Heh. Sucker. 

Tim surveyed them, taking in their appearance. "I'm a call you," he pointed at the man that twitched, "Twitchy. And you," he looked at the other man, "Mediocre."

"What the fuck? Mediocre?" The man asked, looking appropriately aghast. 

Tim's shrugged. "You look like the stereotypical bad guy. You know, gelled hair, leather jacket, mean face. That type of thing."

Twitchy burst out laughing. 

"I wouldn't be laughing, Twitchy. You're just as bad." 

Twitchy stopped laughing abruptly at Tim's words. 

"But I don't want to be mediocre." Mediocre whined, pouting. 

"Well, you wouldn't be so stereotypical if you dropped the kidnapping act. I am assuming you like to cook?" Tim questioned.