Akhi

Adoption

Tim's POV

Click. I stare down at the paper and pen in my hands. Click. I don't really know how long I have been sitting here but it's been long enough that my hand is cramping. Click. Adoption papers. Click. I shoot a glare at the clicking clock on the wall. Click. Know you're probably wondering how I got here. Well after Bruce died someone had to adopted Damian. Now why me you might ask? Well let me tell you. My first thought was Alfred. But no. He didn't feel comfortable adopting him at the age he is. Which is understandable. Next choice Jason. Well adopting someone when you're legally dead is a bit difficult and on top of that he is always running off with Slade or the Outlaws so it probably wouldn't be the most stable living. Next is Dick. This is who I thought would take Damian but no. Before Bruce died Dick took a job to be a traveling police officer. Which yes would be hard to have a kid but still doable but after Bruce died he kinda fell of the wagon. So no to Dick. That left me. I have a good income well better then good being the CEO of WE. I'm the only one that lives in Gotham. (That is legally alive.) and I am a adult. So here I am staring at adoption papers. I remember when I first was told by Alfred that I was the only one who could adopt Damian. I was shocked, mad, and mostly confused. Damian and I have never gotten along. Sense he moved in he's tried to kill me multiply times. We also fight all lot. The biggest problem then hit. Where were we going to live? Sure I have a apartment but only one bedroom. And we still have the manor. Alfred is the new owner. But no one wants to live there anymore. We also have the penthouse, which is where Damian and Alfred are staying at the moment. But one it's under Dick's name and two again no one wants to live there either. So I started looking for penthouses.

Two weeks earlier

"This way Mr.Wayne." I follow the realtor to the front door. She opens the door and we both walk in. "This is at the reasonable price for around one million." She states happily. First lie. Million dollars isn't reasonable money but this is a two story penthouse in Gotham. You walk straight into the living room with a little nook on the right for coats and shoes. The living room is a nice sight size with a grand fireplace. We continue to walk. We then walk into the kitchen. It's a good size. It has plenty on counter room and a island.

(Just with island)

"The kitchen has a door leading to the patio" she states while walking over to the sliding door. I follow her out. It's a beautiful overlooking Gotham. "Shall we keep going?" She asks. I nod. We then walk back to the living room and up the spiraling staircase. We walk down the hallway. The first room is on the right. She opens the door. "This is the master bedroom." It's a big room. It has room for at least a king size bed. It has large windows looking out at Gotham and a built in desk. It also has a walk-in closet on the far right wall. Closer to the left is the bathroom door. The bathroom had double sinks, a large bathtub, shower, and toilet closed off front the rest of the bathroom. The bedroom and bathroom is painted white. The flooring in the bedroom is dark brown with streaks of black just like the rest of the house. The bathroom has white tile. We then walk out of the masters bedroom and down the hall a bit to the second room that is on the left. She opens the door. This room still big but not as big. It has windows looking out at Gotham and a walk-in closet. The bathroom has one sink and a luxurious shower. The floors and walls are the same as the master bedroom. We walk out and walk more down the hallway. The next bedroom looks almost identical  to the masters. And the next identical to the second room. "This home has four bedrooms and four and a half bathrooms." She states while we walk back down stairs. We go past the kitchen down a hallway. She stops at the first door which is on the right. "This is the study/office." She states while opening the door. The room is a good size. A large oak desk sits in the middle with built in bookshelf's behind it. Standing in front of the desk looking right is a large bay window. We then keep walking down the hallway. "This is the library." The room is pretty much as you would expect. built in shelf's, bay window, and a couple desks. We then walk to the end of the hallway. "And this is the half bath." She states. We both walk back to the kitchen. "So Mr. Wayne what do you think?" She asks. I think. It has four bedrooms. One for me. One for Damian. One for Alfred. And a guest one. Everyone would have there own bathroom. I would have a study. Damian would have a library. The kitchen is large and has storage room for Alfred. It checks all the boxes. "I'll take it."

Back to present time.

I look at the papers. "Screw this shit." I quickly sign the papers and hand the over. I then walk out of the building to my car. I am the legal guardian of Damian Al-Ghul Wayne. My head feels like it's about to explode. I start to drive to the manor. I have already moved out of my apartment and moved all my things to the new penthouse but Alfred and Damian don't have there things. Alfred offered to come over with Damian to help pack but I quickly assured him I could handle it. One I'm not taking everything just Damian's and Alfred's things. Two I'm trying to push back the nearing fight with Damian. I pull up to the manor and slowly inter. The first thing I notice is how cold it is. Sure the Manor has always been cold but this is different. It's a bone deep kind of cold. A dead cold. I quickly head to Alfred's room. I pack all of his clothes into suit cases and his things into boxes nicely. I carrie everything out and load them into my car. I then head upstairs to Damian's room. I have actually never been in his room. It was off limits to everyone. I've always thought  it would be clean. Overly clean And empty. I slowly open the door. How I was wrong. The bed In the middle is unmade with notebooks scattered on it. The desk messy with school and art supplies. The floor is littered with animal toys and more art supplies. The closet is a wreck and there are to my shocking multiple empty or almost empty coffee cups. "What the fuck?" I mutter. I start to pack all his clothes into suit cases. I then back is art and animal stuff into boxes. After around 4 hours of packing I'm done. After triple checking that I got everything I start to drive to the penthouse. I walk in. It's empty. No homie feeling at all. I let out a sigh while kicking off my shoes at the nook because I can practically here Alfred scolding me. "Master Timothy do you not understand how many germs are on the bottom of your shoes?" I let out a chuckle at the memory. I place all Alfred's things his room, which is the second master bedroom aka the third room and all of Damian's stuff, which is the second room. I don't unpack deciding that they can do that. I then walk down the stairs and flop onto the black leather couch. I pull out my phone and hit the "Best Butler in the word" contact. "Hey yeah Alfred I'm done y'all can come over."

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