Special || Batfamily

CHAPTER IV

Tim wasn't clueless. He knew very well of his own gift. For much of the time she had been in his life, his mother always called him special, for she also had a gift. Like her, Tim could control certain things. However, they weren't the same things his mother could control. He could control his environment. Elements and tempests. She... Tim wasn't quite sure what she could control. But she always seemed to be able to make others calm with ease, and happy. Among other things. She always expressed pride over his gift, but the man whom she married did not. In fact, he reacted with fear. The moment he found out about his mother's gift, he was fearful. And hateful. So very hateful.

Not that Tim cared for the man's opinions.

But he did, however, care for his father's opinions.

Tim was in a loop. He suspected his daddy knew, being Batman and all, but at the same time he feared confronting him with it. As Batman, his daddy had a thing against metas or powered people in Gotham, as their presence would impose any kind of authority he would have as Gotham's protector. Tim didn't want to be disallowed.

He leaves it alone for a while, learning to better control his emotions. He tends to loose control of his gift when his emotions flare. In particular, fear and sadness.

One day, he hears Dick pestering Bruce on wanting to go to the zoo. Bruce is ready to agree, but the morning they are ready to depart, its raining.

Dick is downtrodden.

Tim wants to help.

He squints at the windy, cloudy sky, and seconds pass before the clouds dissipate completely, the storm ceasing. Sunshine and blue sky fill Gotham.

Dick is ecstatic, and as he skips merrily out to the limmo, Bruce gently places his hand on Tim's shoulder. Tim looks up at his father with curious eyes.

Bruce smiles. "You have a wonderful gift. Your mother would be proud."

Tim's relieved and joyful expression warms Bruce's heart, and the pair walk hand in hand to the limo.

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"Hey, whatcha doing?" Dick asked one day.

It was summer vacation, and Dick was finally free from school for the next three months. For now, though, he had been bored and went off in search of his little brother. He found Timmy out in the garden, sitting comfortably on a stone bench with a book in his hand.

Tim smiled up at Dick. "Watering the planets."

"Oh," Dick said. "Why?"

"Because Alfred wanted me to."

"Oh. Okay," Dick said, and looked around at the garden. That was a lot of flowers for just one kid to take care of. "Do you need some help? Cuz I think Alfred's got more watering cans in the shed-"

"No thanks," Tim said, smiling. "I can handle it."

Dick watched as the five year-old looked up at the sky, and Dick resisted jumping back when the blue of Tim's eyes actually started glowing. Dick blinked then as the sun, which had been shining brightly, vanished as a cascade of dark clouds just suddenly materialized up in the sky. Dick gazed upward in wonder, and when it started raining, Dick realized that none of it was falling on them. Slowly, Dick stuck his hand out to the side. Not a single droplet of rain, not a single speck of water. Not a single thing, yet it was pouring around them, drenching everything else, namely the flowers. A perfect circle around him and Tim. The ground as dry as it was before it began to rain. It was as if someone had placed a cylinder on the top of them, nothing penetrating the barriers.