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Tim was out with Jason, he had the kid standing right by his side as they ordered ice cream, it was only a month or so after Tim found the kid trying to jack the wheels off of the Batmobile after he had left it in Crime Alley. Tim was delivering some hygiene products to the working girls, and some stocked food that didn't go past their use by date to the street kids, so he needed to have the car just to move the items.
Coming back to the Batmobile (It was such a good name, Tim is fully unashamed of 9 year old him, he was great at naming things!) and seeing a kid around 9 about to get away with a second tire after taking the first was not what he expected.
He coughed and the kid spun around frozen as he looked at the older.
Really all you should know is Tim got attached and so did Jason, and now he had a littlest brother (Tim might technically be a guardian on the adoption papers, but Bruce has officially adopted the kid).
“Timothy Drake-Wayne!” Oh shittt..
Tim turned around his face bright, as he faked a smile. Jason held his hand, hiding behind his oldest brother.
“Oh hello” He said through gritted teeth, annoyance obvious to Jason, and the ice cream vendor.
The random civilian Tim is almost certain was a reporter, from the way they asked questions finally after a few minutes noticed the child, Jason. And, in full seriousness asked “Did you have a kid?!”
Tim stared at the reporter.
Jason stared at the reporter.
The ice cream lady stared at the reporter and she was the one to break the silence, “You’re a Gothamite you know Tim is 23, do you actually think he had a kid at what, 14?”
The reporter’s silence spoke more than anything and Tim gave them an unimpressed glare.
“Really? I might be the first son of Brucie Wayne, but for the fourteen years since I've been adopted I think I've proven more than anything I'm pretty much nothing like him.”
“And if you read the type of media you publish I’m sure you’d be aware that this is in fact Bruce’s most recent addition to the Wayne household Jason. But seeing as how uneducated and abrupt you've been since you met me, I'd like to ask you leave right away before I make a complaint to your agency or ask that you are to never interact with my family again” Tim smiled sweetly after completely obliterating the reporter’s life and then turned back to Ms Ice Cream Lady to order his and Jason’s ice creams.
The reporter had disappeared, possibly had even exploded from shock.
“Mint choc-chip in a cup and a strawberry scoop in a cone please” Tim of course tipped her three times the price and then left with Jason, who seemed to enjoy strawberry ice cream more than anything he’d ever eaten in his entire life.
He paused as they walked towards the car (the normal rich person car, not the Batmobile) and spoke;
“That reporter was a fucken’ wack ass loser”
“Jason!”
“What? We were all thinkn’ it!”