My First Crush is Now My Brother

chapter 2

This time, it's actually been a month. And I was right. Dick and Bruce are really accepting. Dick himself has been trans since he was 8. Which is really cool. The uncool thing was Kori. That was a long relationship. So one day, after patrol, I told Bruce. Everything. My therapist said it was good to get the bad thoughts out.

I walked into his office, I had on my best shirt, and was looking as professional as possible. "Bruce." I said with as much power and confidence in my voice as possible. "I need to tell you something."

He lowered his glasses and looked me in the eye. Seeing batman with reading glasses is weird. "What's wrong, J-Tim?" It's a mistake. I don't think he'll stop making, but it's okay. "Is it a rouge? Your parents? I have the papers on my desk. You just have to say the word, and you don't have to go back."

I shook my head. Everything was fine. And Mother and Father hadn't been home in a month anyway. "Is Dick gay?"
I asked with the innocence I used to get what I wanted from my parents.

Bruce chuckled and shook he head. "If you ask him, he'll say no. But I'll let you in on a little secret. I think he might be. Why do you ask?"

I couldn't give the real answer. So I told him a half truth. Can't lie to batman. It doesn't work. "I saw him and Kid Flash, and I guess I noticed some things. I am a very good detective."

Bruce cracked a small smile. He can be very good with young, vulnerable kids. If he wants to. I've had nightmares before. "You must be. Because I've seen them too."

I smiled

"Is there anything else, Tim? Or was that it?"

I mumbled something and dismissed myself.

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A couple of nights later, Dick had come to dinner with the two of us. Alfred made the best mac and cheese I had ever had. (He tended to make the best food I had ever had.) And Dick was sat there at the table.

I couldn't stop smiling. Eventually, after a while, Dick looked up at me. "So Tim, what happened to your parents?"

Bruce glared at him. I was confused. "I don't know. Do you know something?"
"I mean, how did they die. Bruce had a thing for collecting orphans."

"They're not dead. Unless you did something. They're just just not in the country. They're archaeologists. They don't tend to be."

"Oh god. Who looks after you?"

"I have a housekeeper and a credit card. Sure, they'll get a babysitter every now and again, but I'm fine alone."

"Bruce. If you don't, I will."

Bruce grimaced. "Dick. Eat your pasta. Please. Just drop it."

It was an odd conversation and an odder night. I enjoyed Dicks company but it wasn't unheard of for him and Bruce to have unnerving conversations about me. At least Dick would be partoling with me. That simply meant that I could learn from the original Robin. I am yet to find a downside to patrols.

I let myself sway in my chair as I ate. Mom and dad would say, 'Lizzy, sit still, like a lady.' But Bruce always days 'Tim, you're giving me a headache, bud.' Which is a better response.

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On patrol that night, I observed Dick's movements, how he moved through the night instead of in the night. I watched as he manipulated the air and moved silently.

He was incredible.

I was in complete awe of his agility. His strength. His power. His body. His brain. He was so impressive. I wanted to be just like him. He was the perfect example of a man, a vigilante, and a person. He was who I wanted to be compared to. I wasn't good enough till I was like him.

I observed. From the next roof over, because I knew Dick didn't trust me yet. I was still the little boy who found his apartment and asked him to be Robin again. So I just watched.
Didn't talk.
Didn't leave.
Didn't bother.
Just watched.

And I liked what I saw. It was fascinating. And I had no chance of being caught and sent back to the Manor because I wasn't the Drake child. I was Robin. And I could be outside at night without worry, so that was what I was going to do.

I felt free.
For the first time in a long time.

A/N
Hi. I'm not actually dead. I just lost interest in the platform. And stopped writing this. Don't expect me to update again for a long time, but I'm going to update today. It's short, and I don't really like the fic. However, I am just going to try and do more. I am in the middle of my exams, and writing is a huge outlet for me, so this might get updated. If I'm honest, I forgot it existed. I hope you all like this. Please vote and comment. However, if you don't want to because you agree, this is an awful fic that is in no way cannon compliant and is really sucky, then feel free to leave and never return. It will not get better. Sorry about the long A/N you had to skip thought. Have a good morning, good afternoon, good evening, or good night.
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