Don't Fear the Reaper

48) Tim is 100% Ready to Mutant

A/N: this one is very short, but I am sleepy and behind on writing so...

Bruce sat in his office in the manor. There was a large stack of paperwork that needed his attention— he hadn't gone into WE in a while and this was supposed to be his compromise. He needed to approve the JL's annual budget and to review the current progress of how the new free clinics were doing and a million other things, and yet he was doing none of it.

Instead, he just kept glancing at the security feed of Nico. The kid sat there, mostly unmoving, all hours of the day. He had spoken with a few of them, however he seemed to be trying to suppress it. The kid would answer questions and say a few things, but he never really started a conversation or went out of his way to say more than what was needed.

Someone knocked on the door and Bruce let out a sigh before telling them to come in.

"Sup Bruce," Tim said, walking in and plopping himself down on one of the chairs opposite the desk, tossing his over stuffed tote bag on the other. He immediately made himself comfortable, popping his feet into the edge of the desk and leaning back in the seat, letting out a groan of annoyance.

"Long day?" Bruce asked with a slight chuckle at the sight of his 17 year old son.

"You have no idea," Tim said, running a hand through his hair. "I went in to WE for a few hours because one of my loyal spies told me you have been slacking-"

"Loyal spies?" Bruce said with a raised eyebrow.

Tim just shrugged. "What can I say? I was a great temporary CEO. I still have a group of loyal employees who feed me information about how the day to day operations are going."

Bruce chuckled at that, leaning back in his own chair. "I am unsurprised. So, your spies said I'm slacking? They say anything else?"

Tim shrugged. "Nothing too bad. I still have the right to act as your proxy at WE, so I took care of the most pressing matters. I told Lucius to call me if anything came up, but we should be good for now."

"Thank you," Bruce said with a soft smile. Tim had always amazed him, but it's hard to remember just how smart he actually was when you are around him all the time. "You solve any more problems while you were out?"

"I went with Steph to a craft store and got a bunch of yarn and knitting needles. She thought it would be fun to teach Nico," Tim said, shifting down in his chair so that he could rest his neck. "I was worried about it at first because knitting needles are vaguely sharp and yarn can be used to strangle someone, but Steph pointed out that he was more of a danger to himself than others recently, and we could just have someone in there to supervise."

Bruce just kinda blinked at his son. "So you want to teach the demigod assassin that we have locked in what is essentially our basement... to knit?"

Tim shrugged. "Well, pencils and pens are too sharp, he can't use any technology, and the only languages he can read are Ancient Greek and Italian."

"I mean, there are still other hobbies, like paint. Why not have him paint?"

Tim rolled his eyes. "Sure, that'll be fun. What should we have him do first: the room he's trapped in, or should we see if he can paint a Lazarus Pit from memory?"

"Okay, okay, I see your point," Bruce said as he ran a hand through his hair. "But I still think knitting isn't a good idea. I don't think he'll like it very much." 

A/N: Wawawawawawawawawawa 

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