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"Sisterly Apologies"

September 12th, 8am
"Wayne Manor"

Breakfast was set. You, Tim, Bruce Damion, and Jackie were all sat at the dining room table. The room was quiet, only the sound of chewing and the sound of forks scrapping plates.

Alfred had went back to the kitchen to finish the dishes.

You look up from your plate, you make eye contact with Tim. He was staring at you intensely, and his right eye seemed to be twitching, and small bags forming up under his eyes.

"Are you okay?" Everyone looks over at you and Tim. Your older 'brother' scratches his neck roughly. "Yeah, I'm fine why wouldn't I be?" You shrug your shoulders and decide to continue eating.

Damion takes notice in Tim's odd behavior. "Drake. You're shaking." Tim looks down at his had, and Damion was correct, Tim was indeed shaking.

"It's nothing just a little caffeine deprived." Bruce raises an eyebrow at him.

"It's unlike you to not have any coffee." Both of Tim's hands were now shaking. "I'm fine it's nothing, I just ran out." Bruce still stared at his son, with slight disbelief.

"When did you run out?" Tim looks over at your (His) mug. "Possibly earlier this week, and I just didn't notice. Or I ran out this morning just a few minutes ago." He glares at you. But you however aren't really paying attention to his stares, you were too busy trying to finish your food.

Bruce follows Tim's gaze, to see its fixed on the mug next to you. He soon realized who's mug it was, and he put two and two together. You had drunken the rest of Tim's coffee, and the boy was not happy about it.

Bruce lets out a sigh and pinches his nose bridge. This was going to be a small if not large problem. "Alfred!" Bruce calls for the older man. Alfred steps into the dinning room; while whipping his hands on a dry dish cloth.

"Yes master Bruce?" Alfred waits for Bruce to answer. "Order Tim some more coffee please, and get the car ready I'm taking the kids out" Everyone looks at Bruce a small bit shocked. Not for asking to buy his son more coffee, but for saying he was going out. The man was not one for un scheduled public appearances.

"Are you sure Master Bruce I can always take them." Alfred insisted. "No, it's fine." Bruce stands from his seat now having finished his plate.

Bruce is now gone from the dinning room, and you look over at Jackie and she just shrugs her shoulders at you; not knowing what was going on.

You let out a small sigh and politely ask Alfred to take your plate, now that you were finished with your breakfast.

You slowly make your way to your room, and start to get ready; rummaging through your luggage and some boxes you had. You were trying your best to find something to wear out. But due to Gotham's gloomy and rainy weather most of your choices were limited.

You decided to just go with your favorite cropped graphic tee, some matching jeans, and your favorite pair of Jordan ones.

Once you had gotten dressed you had to tackle the biggest challenge. your hair. you didn't know how to style it. You fiddle with your braids as you stare at yourself in the mirror.

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Bruce, Damion, and Tim were all waiting for you down stairs. Damion looks at the watch he has on his wrist; he was getting impatient.

"Father. How long is it going to take her to get dressed. She is wasting our time." Bruce scowls down at his son. "She's a lady Damion, plus she's not used to Gotham's weather. Give her some time." Damion rolls his eyes at his father, crossing his arms and tapping his right foot in the process.

The sound of someone walking down the stairs catch all their attentions. Damion thought it was you at first. But once he saw that It was Jackie he groaned in frustration, he was ready to leave.

Jackie looks at the three males in confusion. "She's still not down." She tilts her head in the process. Tim shakes his head 'no' and Jackie just lets out a sigh. "I'll go get her." She starts her way back up the stairs but is stoped by a hand grabbing hers. She turns around seeing Tim. "I'll do it." He walks past her while she just stares at his back as he makes his way to your room.

Jackie looks back a Bruce and Damion and all Bruce does is shrugs his shoulders; Damion looks just as annoyed as ever.

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Tim makes it to your room and lightly knocks on the door. "Come in." Opening the door he sees you looking at yourself in the body length mirror that was on your wall. you were tugging at your hair, trying to figure out what to do with it.

"We're waiting for you down stairs." You stare at him trough the mirror, locking eyes you could tell he was agitated. "I know. I'm sorry it's just my hair, I don't know what to do with it." Tim crosses his arms and leans against your door frame. "Just leave it like that." Tim fiddles with his own hair a little.

"It's easy for you to say, all you have to do is wake up and your hair is ready for you." Tim told his eyes at you. You don't know him so why we're you speaking on him. "You don't know me. or how I do my hair."

Sensing a little bit of hostility you decide to change the subject. "You seemed a bit fidgety at breakfast. You ok?" Tim just stares at you. How could you be so clueless. "I'm having caffeine withdrawal." You hum is acknowledgment. You finally just decided to put your hair in a half up half down ponytail.

"What's it feel like." You say once you finish putting your hair up. Tim looks at you funny. Think why you would ask such a weird and un interesting question. "Um. It feels draining, kinda painful. It's like an addiction and taking it away all of a sudden is hurting me."

You hum at the answer as you walk into your bathroom which was conveniently connected to your bedroom. Tim walks farther into your room, watching you the entire time. It was like he was studying you.

"What are you doing?" You side eye him as you lay some edge control on your baby hairs. "I'm laying my baby hairs." You pick up your edge brush and you start to finish off your hair style. "And what's that?" You don't even make it to the other side of your head, you just stare at Tim.

"You've never seen someone with they're edges swooped? Do you have any black friends?" Tim shrugs his shoulders. "I have a few. They're mostly guys though." You let out a drug out "oh" as you go back to what you were doing.

"Oh and sorry for drinking the last bit of your coffee. I didn't know it was yours until I heard yo ass sneak dissing at breakfast earlier." You walk out the bathroom and grab your phone and purse.

Tim was taken aback, he didn't think his 'sneak dissing' had crossed your mind. "Wait what?" He follows after you, you lead him out of your room; he shuts the door.

"I'm apologizing for drinking your coffee." You say as you make your way down the hallway. "Thanks I guess?" Tim doesn't really know how to except your apology, hell he didn't even think you would have apologized.

"Don't sound so shocked, I'm not an asshole, if I knew you were a caffeine addict I wouldn't have drank it. So I'm sorry." At this point you bother have stopped walking and we're standing in the middle of the hallway. Tim couldn't figure out how to reply. Should he be a smart ass? Should he be nice?

"It's fine I need to let the caffeine go someday." He decided on the latter. He was going to continue walking but he is stopped when you hold your hand out. He just looks down at it and then back at you; his mind confused. "Friends/siblings?"

Tim hesitantly grabs your hand—shaking it lightly. "Friends/siblings." You let go of his hand; smiling at him. "Now let's go I know they're waiting for us." Tim nods and follows after you.

Truth be told he was coming up with a plan to get rid of you since breakfast, but now he just doesn't know how to go about things. But all that can be said for now is that you're kinda decent in his eyes. (Only kinda though.)