Special || Batfamily

CHAPTER V

The scary part for Jason was that it all happened so damned fast. One minute he was boosting tires to get enough cash to survive the night and the next he had somehow become the adopted son of part-time billionaire and part-time vigilante, with a big and little brother as bonus. His adoption into the Wayne household had been swift, and Jason was on the cover of numerous Gotham tabloids. Damn reporters.

I mean seriously? What the fuck?

Jason shook his head to clear it so that he could focus on what he was doing instead of on the shock of everything that had happened over the last couple of days. A new home, a new family unlike any of the foster families he'd been dumped in, cameras going off in his face almost every time he went out in public.

But, he supposed he could get over that. Despite their peculiarities, the Wayne family was... nice.

Bruce was a growl-prone version of the father he never had, always vigilant and protective. Plus, he was fucking Batman! Already he was teaching Jason self-defense lessons in case he ran into trouble. Jason liked Alfred. I mean seriously, what was not the like. The old geezer was always kind and cooked the greatest meals Jason ever had. Dick (seriously, who in the right mind would go around calling himself Dick?), on the other hand, fit the very definition of annoying older brother. The guy enjoyed giving out hugs way to much and was always so cheerful. It irritated Jason sometimes. But, Dick's cheerfulness was a defining attribute, and Jason felt like he looked up to him at times. Dick was trying to convince Bruce to start training Jason to be a junior vigilante like him. Bruce had yet to share his opinion.

And then, there was Tim.

Tim was, in every sense, an angel. Like the epitome of sweetness and innocence. Seriously, no human being should be that adorable! Yet somehow, Tim was able to win the hearts of anyone first glance. Those big blue eyes always shone brightly with curiosity, and the boy himself was as quiet as a mouse. Plus, he was super sneaky. Several times since he first arrived in the manor had Tim unintentionally snuck up on Jason. Jason nearly yelled at the kid each time, but couldn't, because each time Tim would lower his head and apologize quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. Jason groaned internally. The kid was making him a softy.

Tim was also great company. Whenever Jason wanted to just sit and chill, Tim would suddenly just appear to his side, quiet and either reading a book or snoozing on Jason's shoulder. It was... peaceful.

From what he could gather, Tim was Bruce's biological son and Dick was like Jason. An orphan that Bruce took in as his own. At first, Jason had difficulty seeing the resemblance. Sure there was the hair color and eyes, but unlike Bruce, Tim was lithe and had carefully sculpted facial features that made him seem almost effeminate. So when Jason so a photograph of a woman he later found to be Tim's dead mother, he automatically figured out where Tim got most of his looks from.

Meanwhile, Jason had been staying in the manor for almost a month. It was past eight and Bruce and Dick were out on patrol, leaving Jason with Tim and Alfred. Jason was in his room reading a book Tim had recommended. It was a nice read, but Jason marveled out how a kid Tim's age could get so engrossed in a book like this. The boy was seriously smart, Jason was beginning to realize. A few minutes into the reading though, Jason heard a small noise outside his door. Getting up off his bed, he sauntered over to the door and opened it.

Tim was outside, staring at Jason as if he was curious what he had been up to.

"Hi," Tim said with a smile.