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Fic: The Babysitter 1/2; Roy/Tim; R

Title: The Babysitter 1/2
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Roy/Tim
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, angst
Disclaimer: Not Mine. Everyone’s legal.
Word Count: about 17000
Author’s Notes: So I’ve been playing around with the idea of writing first person for a few months now. I just never came up with anything it lent itself well to. Then, while I was eating a cookie, this story hit me and I decided it needed to be Roy POV. Enjoy and let me know if you like it.

For darthbatgirl who I love and who has a belly ache today.



The Babysitter

You know those cliché stories about the overworked single Dad falling in love with his kid’s faithful babysitter? You know how terrible those stories are? How unbelievable, stupid and overdone they are?

Well, it turns out that the reason those stories are so popular is because they actually happen, and far more often than you’d think.

Trust me. I’ve been there. Crappy Romantic Comedy extremism and everything.

It all started on a Friday night with Dick begging me to go out with him. We had these conversations at least twice a month. He’d beg me to go out, I’d remind him that I had a kid and the most excitement I had to look forward to that night was Pocahontas’ short skirt (it really was insanely short).

This particular Friday, though, was destined to break from the usual pattern. I could tell the minute I answered the phone and heard the tone of Dick’s voice.

“Hey man, this great new club opened in Bludhaven. Word on the street is that the chicks are hot and drinks are cheap. Popular with the co-eds…”

I tried to stifle a sigh and prepared my usual arguments. “Dick, I have Lian tonight and—“ Dick cut me off.

“No problem, man. I got it covered,” I could hear the huge self congratulatory grin in his voice. I was instantly suspicious.

“Covered?”

“Yeah man, I found a ‘sitter for you.”

“A sitter?”

“Yeah!”

“Who?” I was concerned. Dick was great with Lian and he loved her dearly, but sometimes he didn’t make the best decisions. He gave her too much candy or let her get mud in her hair. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t ask anyone who was more than just a little crazy to keep an eye on Lian, but you can never be sure with Dick.

“Robin!” He replied, clearly very happy with himself. “It took a lot of convincing, but I finally got him to agree after I promised to let him drive my new bike. He said that—“

“Wait, wait, wait,” I stopped him. “Is Robin old enough to be alone without a babysitter himself?” I wasn’t sure how old the kid was, but I couldn’t imagine he was much older than thirteen. He was tiny as hell and I was pretty sure he hadn’t hit puberty yet.

“He’s fifteen man. Not to mention that, even at that age, he’s probably more responsible than both of us combined.”

I thought about that for a minute. Dick had a pretty good point. Fifteen wasn’t so young, I stayed by myself a lot at that age and the kid never really acted like he was fifteen. He usually acted like he was at least thirty seven. Sometimes sixty seven.

“Can he cook?” I asked, going over all possible contingencies in my head. Turns out, no matter how insanely careless I am with my own person, I am an intensely paranoid Daddy. Dinah had mentioned this to me so often that Lian even picked up on it. I heard the phrase ‘Daddy, stop being so pa-noid!’ at least three times a week.

“He’d practically a gourmet! Alfred’s been teaching him in his spare time.”

“You said he can drive?”

“Slow and careful, like an old woman.”

I nodded to myself, approvingly.

“He won’t leave a mess?” I’ve been warned at many a PTA meeting about the perils of teen babysitters and how they often left messes.

Dick barked out a laugh. “The kid alphabetizes his socks.”

Wow. Intense. I was pretty sure Dick was kidding, but with a Bat, one could never be sure. They were trained by a man who caught arrows out of the air. With his back turned. I was ready to believe anything.

Another thought occurred to me.

“Does he have a girlfriend?” I asked suspiciously. Dick’s new bike was pretty cool, but it wasn’t that cool. No normal kid would give up his Friday night to baby sit some stranger’s daughter without more incentive than that.

The PTA moms had also warned me about potential makeout sessions. Not that I was opposed to make out sessions, but I didn’t want to be the reason Dick’s little brother knocked up some chick.

“She’s… not a problem. I wouldn’t worry about her showing up.” Dick had hesitated before answering. I suspected there was more to the story, but I’d get the rest out of him when he was drunk.

“He any good with kids?” I asked, finally warming to the idea.

“Yeah, they love him,” Dick replied.

I hesitated for another minute. I never left Lian with a sitter I hadn’t interviewed at least twice. I mean, I’d met Robin a few times, probably five or six, and I’d seen him work. He was good at what he did, scary good. Better than Dick and I at that age.

Word in the superhero community was that he took his job very seriously. From the sounds of things, he took everything pretty seriously. Dick had said nothing but good things about him and even Superman had mentioned once or twice that the kid was pretty much a prodigy at everything. I wasn’t entirely sure that babysitting was included on that list, but I did know that at least if ninjas attacked, my kid would be fine.

“Alright, drop him off at eight and we’ll head out.”

It was eight fifteen when Dick’s car pulled in front of my building. I had Lian washed, fed, in her pajamas and parked in front of the TV by seven thirty, so there shouldn’t be much for the kid to do besides put her to bed in an hour.

I had dressed myself in worn, faded blue jeans that fit tight in all the right places and a thin green cotton shirt that stretched across my chest. I looked good. I knew I looked good, it had been a long time since I had a night out on the town with Dickie I was feeling pretty confident.

That is, until Dick opened the door and revealed Lian’s babysitter.

He didn’t look fifteen, he looked twelve.

He was short and almost painfully thin, he had a stupid twelve year old hair cut and his clothes were a little too big for him. A navy blue backpack was slung over his right shoulder, it was heavy with books and looked like it weighed more than he did.

I was pretty sure I could pick him up with one hand.

I stopped dead in my tracks right in front of them so they couldn’t walk further into my house.

“You’re not fifteen,” I said to him.

He raised an eyebrow and gazed at me with calm blue eyes. His face was serious and now that I got a better look at him he seemed a bit older than I had initially thought. His face did at any rate. He still had a bit of baby fat around the cheeks, but his eyes were a lot older than that face suggested.

“You’re not nearly as good looking as everyone says you are.”

What!?

“Relax guys. Tim’s really fifteen. He’s a great kid and really responsible. Really.” With that Dick whisked me out the door giving me only a few seconds to introduce ‘Tim’ to Lian, give him a list of emergency numbers and grab my keys.

I spent the car ride bitching Dick out. The kid was a smart ass and was probably really eleven. Dick said nothing to my tirade, just sat there smirking, slightly all the way to the bar.

I relaxed after my first beer. Dick spent the first twenty minutes of our night out telling me what a great kid Tim was and how good he was in school and with the Titans and with Bruce and with everyone. I settled down after that. I knew Dick would never leave Lian alone with someone he didn’t really trust and my uncomfortability with the situation was just Pa-noid Daddy rearing his ugly head again.

I breathed easier after that, danced with a few girls, flirted with a few others. I was invited home by one or two of them, but I told that I already had someone waiting for me and they just smiled and said ‘too bad’.

The night out was fun after I’d relaxed enough to enjoy it, but I was relieved to get back to my quiet house and sleeping daughter. Dick told me to send Tim out and when I came through the door I was met by a suspicious blue-eyed boy.

“Just making sure it was you,” he said before padding back into the living room in stocking feet.

“Where’d your shoes go?” I asked, following him down the entrance way.

“I took them off so I wouldn’t track dirt in the house,” he replied. “I hope you don’t mind.” The tone of his voice made it pretty clear that he didn’t care if I minded or not. He was cool and not the least bit friendly and I caught myself wondering how he faired with Lian if he had an attitude like that.

I started to worry again, and hoped he hadn’t upset her with his brusque manner. Lian was used to people who doted on her with easy affection.

Tim was collecting his things with a simple grace that most teenagers completely lacked.

I was starting to feel uncomfortable, watching him like this. The air was heavy with silence and I wondered what to say to him. He certainly wasn’t much of a conversationalist.

I realized then that, while I had always known that I didn’t know much about Tim, I’d never really realized how little I knew. I passingly knew most of the members of the Superhero community. In a world that small you ended up working with almost everyone at some point or another and I was a friendly guy. People trusted me and opened up pretty quickly. I mean, I knew after one meeting with Superman that he really liked hot pretzels.

While I’d worked with Robin on a number of occasions, he’d never really said much to me. The other Titans had talked to me, gotten to know me. Hell, Superboy and I even hung out a couple of times, but Robin didn’t seem into getting friendly.

Almost everything I knew about him I knew second hand, and that was minimal too. Dick would mention him from time to time, how they did this or that and I had somehow gotten the impression that he was a pretty playful guy when he wasn’t focused on working. Now that I thought about it, Superboy gave me that impression, too. He mentioned jokes that he and Robin and Kid Flash had played on the girls or mischief the three of them had gotten up to.

Tim didn’t seem playful or mischievous, now.

He didn’t even seem friendly.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a few bills, I held them out to him as he tied his shoes.

“Here, I know Dick probably blackmailed you into it so at least your night won’t be a total waste.” I tried to smile down at him. “You can take your girlfriend out ice skating or something. Chicks dig that.”

Tim gave me a cool look, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but I could tell he didn’t like me much. Maybe that’s why he hadn’t made with the playful.

“I appreciate it, but Dick already paid me.” He replied politely, and then he walked out.

I spent most of the twenty minutes I was showering worrying about how he had treated Lian while I was gone, but I put it out of my mind once I turned down my sheets.

She’d let me know tomorrow how things had been. She usually gave me a frighteningly complete analysis of her baby sitters the morning after they left. I liked to leave it up to her to decide if she wanted them to come back or not. Even if I liked them a lot, it wasn’t me who was spending the evening with them. So Lian’s decision, it was.

Though, I really shouldn’t have wasted the time worrying, the next morning all I heard about was ‘Timmy’.

Timmy had taught her how to do this. Timmy had read that to her. Timmy had shown her this thing. Timmy explained how that thing worked. Timmy knew all about Africa. He knew about dinosaurs. He knew about puppies and rain clouds and volcanoes and cookies and Indians, and everything in the whole world. Timmy could walk on his hands. Timmy knew all the words to the elephant song.

Timmy, Timmy, Timmy, Timmy, Timmy.

I knew he was a know-it-all, I didn’t know being a know-it-all was that impressive. Maybe it was just that way with kids.

Five days later and she was still talking about Timmy. Asking about where he lived and what his mommy and daddy were like. Where did he go to school? What was his favorite food? Where had he learned all the things he knew?

But the question that was foremost on my daughter’s list was ‘When is Timmy coming back?’

She asked me at least three times a day.

When I mentioned this to Dick on the phone the next Saturday night he laughed.

“Tim has a way with people,” Dick’s voice was happy and full of pride.

“He didn’t have a way with me,” I grumbled, trying to figure out what everyone else was seeing that I was missing.

Dick was quiet for a minute before explaining. “Tim’s… He’s shy. It may not seem like it, but he’s pretty reserved around most people. With kids and family members he’s the sweetest, most affectionate guy in the world, and for some reason, the fact that he doesn’t spread that love around makes it even better. He picks and chooses who he wants to be close to and sticks with that person no matter who it is or what they do. With strangers he’d just… polite.” Dick said the last word like it was something disgusting, like a dead rat he was holding out at arms length with the very tips of his fingers.

“Well, he was very polite to me,” I said caustically.

“Just give him time. It takes a bit for him to warm up to you. But don’t worry, he will. You’re the kind of person he likes.”

“The kind of person he likes?” I asked, not really understanding. Didn’t seem much like he liked me last night.

“Yeah, he’s really attracted to people with personalities like yours. You ever meet Superboy?”

“Yeah, that kid’s a laugh a minute," I said smiling.

“Well, that’s Tim’s best friend.”

“No kidding?” I asked. “They seem like complete opposites.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s what Tim likes about him,” Dick said and then changed the subject.

I thought about that for a little while after I hung up the phone with Dick. Dick was right about one thing, Tim did have a way with people. One meeting with my daughter and she was instantly besotted with him. One meeting with me and I was upset that the kid acted nothing but cool towards me. It’s true I was used to people liking me, but when someone didn’t it never bugged me like this.

I tried to put it out of my mind and had pretty much succeeded. Tim became Lian’s new default babysitter and I got to go out more.

It was a win-win for everyone until one Thursday afternoon about ten months later. I had to head out to a PTA meeting/fundraiser and Lian had a science project to finish. Tim had volunteered over the phone to keep and eye on Lian and help her finish up her project.

By the time four o’clock rolled around Lian was running around the kitchen table in circles chanting ‘Timmy’s coming! Timmy’s coming! Timmy’s coming!’ and I was frantically digging in the freezer for a pizza I knew I had stashed in there. Lian and I hadn’t seen Tim in a few months. Dick had briefly mentioned that Tim had been having some problems with his dad recently and couldn’t get out as much, but Dick hadn’t elaborated on what those problems were. I just hadn’t gone out much for a few a months and had just gotten used to having Lian in tow or I would leave her later at Ollie’s house. There was always someone at Ollie’s and Lian slept there when I was out Superheroing, but I’d cut down on field work.

The doorbell rang, Lian squealed in delight and ran to the door. I was shifting some ice cream cartons when Tim waked into the kitchen. I turned to greet him and froze.

I wouldn’t have recognized him if he hadn’t been holding Lian in his arms and listening to her childish prattle with an affectionate smile on his face.

He was wearing some sort of suit. The jacket was missing, the first few buttons of his white dress shirt were undone and his tie was loosened. Lian was running her hands through his thick black hair, which was now cut in a way that suited him much better. It fell across his forehead and framed his deep blue eyes perfectly when he glanced up from Lian to look at me.

He looked more relaxed than I ever remembered seeing him. Like a lot of stressors he had going on in his life had just drifted away. He looked more grown up, too. He was several inches taller, and I caught sight of lean muscle developing on his chest where his shirt gaped opened in front. He looked happier, healthier, more like the sixteen year old he was.

He even smiled at me.

“Ice fishing?” He teased, setting Lian down on one of the kitchen table chairs.

“Uh, I’m looking for some pizza for you and Lian to have for dinner.”

“Oh it’s fine.” He said, and waved his hand dismissively in the air. “I’ll just dig around in the fridge for something to make for us.” Then he looked uncertain for a minute. “If you don’t mind.” He added politely and I wanted to swear.

He was an odd mix of friendly and polite these days. Dick said he was transitioning, but I found myself swearing mentally every time he said ‘please, thank you,’ and ‘if you don’t mind.’ For some reason, that didn’t have anything to do with making friends with my daughter’s new babysitter, I really wanted him to like me. I wanted him to tease me the way Dick said he teased him and joke with me the way Superboy said he joked with him.

I wasn’t sure why, exactly, and it was starting to bug me a little.

“If you can find anything in there you want to make, go for it,” I said, lightly, trying to put him at ease. He nodded and was snooping the fridge with Lian as I left.

I spent most of the PTA meeting only half listening. I way too preoccupied with my babysitter. What was up with that suit?

Dick said that Tim was pretty into photography, that he entered and won a lot of contests so he had to go to a lot of award ceremonies. Superboy said that some of the most amusing conversations he had with Tim were about those same award ceremonies. According to Dick, Tim hated them and spent most of his time mentally making fun of either the hosts or the other winners. Apparently, Tim’s descriptions of the other winner’s art were so funny that Dick hurt himself laughing on one occasion and Batman had forbidden Tim from talking about them while they were on patrol.

Tim didn’t think much of the efforts of his peers.

It wasn’t only the suit that was bugging me though. It was that hot and cold attitude. One minute he would be teasing me and the next he’d be at the ‘please’ and ‘thank yous’ again. I wouldn’t mind the manners so much if his politeness didn’t always feel like and insult or a slap in the face.

I wondered if we’d ever get past this phase in our relationship. If we would ever move on to the playfulness he had with Dick or the jokes he had with Superboy. I was starting to think that wouldn’t be the case, that even if he was attracted to my personality, like Dick said it was, that maybe we weren’t destined to be close it the same ways he was close to Dick or Superboy.

The fundraiser was pretty successful and thanks to my intent train of thought the time passed pretty quickly. When I got home that evening he was just leaving Lian’s room with a book in his hand. We both silently crept down the hallway back into the living room where he kept his stuff, neatly tucked into a corner.

I never did have to worry about him making a mess. In fact, sometimes when I came home, the house was cleaner than when I left and Lian would regale me with tales of epic cleaning sprees and fierce battles with stains and germs that she and Tim would invariably win. They always made me smile.

The kid had an imagination tucked into that smart head of his and a pretty big playful streak as well.

Tim had, at some point in the evening, changed out of the suit and into sweat pants and a thin grey t-shirt. He moved languidly as he packed and I could tell he was tired, but content.

“Sorry to bother you like this. I bet there are a million things you’d rather be doing…” I said automatically as I reached in my pocket for some cash to give him. He almost always refused it, especially on nights when I went out with Dick, claiming that Dick was paying him back.

He took the folded bills this time and pocketed them without looking.

“It’s not a bother, I enjoy it.”

“You enjoy it?” I said incredulously. This time, his politeness had gone too far. No one enjoyed babysitting. Especially not teenage boys.

He had his back to me, and he was packing the book he’d been reading to Lian back up into the bag. “Yeah, it’s nice. The fate of the world doesn’t rest on me getting Lian into her pajamas at precisely at seven thirty. It’s nice to have a little leeway in life.” There was a small, easy smile on his lips when he turned around and looked up at me. “Every little thing seems so damn important all the time. It’s nice to know that there are some places where I can just relax a little.”

I smiled back at him. “I get what you mean.” And I did. Being a superhero was hard as hell, being a superhero going through puberty was pretty much torture. At a time when everything seems to be ‘super important’, it’s hard to prioritize.

Tim gave me a wry look. He’d been getting more expressive the more time he spent with me. At first it was always that cool, dismissive look then slowly but surely a new facial expression would be introduced. “I should get back, if I miss curfew again my life won’t be worth living.”

“Your dad gave you a curfew even when you’re ‘sitting? Man, that’s harsh.” It was harsh. Ollie had never really given me a curfew.

“Not my dad.” Tim said, slipping on his sneakers and lacing them up. “I’m in boarding school now, so it’s a school wide rule. No exceptions.”

“Why the hell did your dad send you to boarding school?”

Tim didn’t look at me as he shrugged and shouldered his pack. “Sometimes he just… doesn’t want me around. He just got remarried so…” Tim trailed off.

I was pretty much stunned and not really sure what to say to that. I always thought parents who sent their kids to boarding school were insane. I got lonely when I was away from Lian for more than a few hours. How could a person stand not to see their kid for months?

“Anyway, tell Lian to call me and let me know how the project goes. I gave her the number to my cell. See you later.”

I nodded and waved him out the door. I wasn’t sure what bothered me more, that Tim’s dad seemingly didn’t want him around, or that Tim seemed almost happy about it.

I decided to call Dick the next day. The time of my babysitter being such a freaking mystery to me was at an end. The time of getting Dick drunk and grilling him for information about said baby sitter was nigh. For I am Roy Harper, fearless, masterful and awesome.

So, I called Dick and we set up a party date, I let him yammer on for a little while about this new bar he was into in one of the older sections of Bludhaven.

Eight days later, Tim came over to keep an eye on my daughter and I gave them an airy wave goodbye and ushered Dick out the door.

We hit a bar in my hometown; it was new and sleek and catered to a younger crowd. Dick liked it because it was clean. I liked it because the baby yuppies that frequented it were cliquish and wouldn’t bother us.

I got two shots and a beer into Dick before I broached the subject.

“So what’s the deal with my baby sitter? He shows up last week in a suit of all things. He said he’s going to boarding school now,” I let the incredulity seep thickly into my voice.

“Oh man, I know!” Dick said. “At first I was worried that Tim would get all upset about his dad being a jerk all over again, but he seems to like it there. Less stressful I guess,” Dick took another mouthful of beer.

“What’s the deal with his dad?” I asked, half conspiratorially and half apologetically.

“They just never really got along. I was surprised when Tim mentioned the boarding school thing, then I remembered that his dad used to take off all the time when he was little. He mom would travel too, but not as much. They sent him away to school when he was six, but his mom pulled him out of boarding school when he was eight.”

“Where’s his mom?”

“Dead. When he was ten. It was bad. His dad got really sick too. He was missing for a while, then in a hospital. That’s when he came to live with Bruce.” Dick took a long swallow and looked sad for a little while. “He got better and Tim moved back in with him. Then he got remarried. His dad and his mom didn’t actually get along and I think Tim just reminds his dad of that. I think Tim was closer to his mom than his dad. He misses her.”

I thought about that for a minute.

“They don’t know,” Dick added thickly. “I think it’s hard for him to keep it a secret.”

“Don’t know what?” I asked, confused. Dick gave me a significant look.

Shit. They didn’t know he was Robin.

“How can they not know?” I asked, disbelieving. If Lian came home with as many cuts and bruises as I knew Tim had, I would know something was up.

Dick just shrugged. “I’m not sure if Tim’s that good a liar or his father is just too dumb to notice.”

“That’s shitty.”

“That’s not even the worst part,” Dick said.

I wasn’t really sure how it could get worse. “What’s the worst part?”

“He’s fighting with Bruce, too. Only, Tim doesn’t fight like I fight. He doesn’t shout at Bruce and try to make him listen. He just stops talking to him. They haven’t spoken in weeks.”

“What are they fighting about?”

“I think that Bruce did something to make him angry initially and then he told Tim’s girlfriend what his real name was and where to find him and that just pissed Tim off more.”

“Wait, his girlfriend didn’t know his name?”

“I’m pretty sure their relationship is a lot more complicated than I ever want to consider.”

“Are they that close that Bruce would tell her?”

“They’ve been dating for over two years and…” Dick trailed off, almost as if he didn’t want to finish explaining.

“Annnd?” I prompted.

Dick sighed. “This goes no further, but Tim stuck by her through a pregnancy, with a kid that wasn’t even his. He’s pretty devoted to her. When Tim decides he likes someone, he sticks with them.”

“She got pregnant with some other guy’s kid when they were dating?” I asked, incredulously. I would not have stuck with a girl who had done that to me.

“I think she got pregnant before they started dating and didn’t realize it until a few months in. Either that or it was early on in their relationship. I asked Tim about it and he said that he didn’t care if she cheated on him the first few weeks. He said something about how he really liked her and how she made him happy, so it didn’t really matter.”

We were both quiet for a minute, mulling that over. Kid was intense.

“I think he felt guilty too,” Dick said, softly.

“Why guilty!?” I asked, getting defensive on Tim’s behalf. “She’s the one who cheated on him!”

“Tiiiiim’s… not so touchy feely. They both knew he wasn’t going to have sex with her that early on in their relationship and he felt like he couldn’t begrudge her getting it from someone who could give her what she needed.”

I wasn’t entirely sure that made sense to me.

“Tim has a complicated life.”

Dick raised his bottle and clinked it to mine.

“To complicated lives.”

“To complicated lives.” I agreed and we both proceeded to get drunk.

I didn’t see much of Dick after that. A few months later I got word that he left Bludhaven and no one was really sure where he was. Tim called me around that time and told me that Dick was safe, just trying to figure things out and I was touched that he would think to call just to reassure me. I was pretty sure the kid had a lot on his own mind, it was nice to know he was thinking of me. He spent some time talking to Lian on the phone. He’d taken to calling and asking about her week the weekends he didn’t sit for her.

It was nice and considerate and made me like Tim even more than I already did. He was cooler with me on the phone than he was in person. Though, I think he was just trying to get used to the new form of communication. All our previous phone calls had been short and to the point. He lingered with Lian, but never with me.

As the weeks went on his calls got shorter, even with Lian, but he explained to Lian that lots of things were going on in his life, so he was busy. He mentioned one week that he was out of boarding school and back with his dad again, but two weeks after that call the shit hit the fan and Lian and I didn’t hear from him for weeks.

Everyone knew about the Gang War. It was all over television and Oracle would make hourly reports to the JLA, the Titans and the Outsiders to let them know the status of the Bats.

It was a tense two weeks that had me refreshing my computer screen every fifteen minutes to check Oracle’s reports. During those two weeks I learned two very important things.

It wasn’t just Dick I was worried about and I couldn’t even contemplate a life where Tim would never come over to play with my daughter and scrub my counter tops again.

When the dust finally settled Dick gave me a call. He was back at the Manor, but all was not well.

Apparently Tim and Batgirl were pissed at Bruce for something, Dick was vague on the details. Tim had put his ire on hold so he could work with Bruce to try and find the crazy person that was messing with the Superhero community.

I have to admit I wasn’t thinking much about Tim those days. I was nervous and scared for myself and Lian. I took her out of school and didn’t leave the house for a week and a half. I told her teachers she caught chicken pox late and Tim faxed me a forged doctor’s note.

It was a day and a half after the whole thing blew over that Dick called me and told me Tim’s dad had been killed. It was two days after that when he called me, frantic and clearly scared to tell me that Tim had disappeared.

Dick was sad and upset and on the edge, so I didn’t want to press him. He clearly didn’t know much more than he was telling me, and it was pretty obvious he was worried sick.

And there was no denying that I was terrified for Tim.

All Dick was thinking about was how this grief stricken little brother was all alone in the world right now. His fears were all hypothetical.

Mine were grounded in experience.

I knew what it was like when your life was at ground zero. I knew how easy it was to make bad decisions at a time like that. I knew how dangerous those bad decisions could end up being. I knew the consequences.

I didn’t want that to happen to Tim.

So I called around and managed to get Superboy’s number. Even he sounded upset and forlorn and I had been pretty sure nothing but a canceled bikini volleyball match could get him down.

“Do you know where he is?” I asked, knowing that he did. Gossip in the superheroing community had it that Superboy kept a close eye on his best friend, whether his best friend knew it or not. The Kryptonians, I had found, tended to take a proprietary view towards their friends and loved ones. This meant they spied on them whether they liked it or not.

Superboy was silent for a time. “I know where he is, but I also know he doesn’t want to be around any one right now. Last time I tried to talk to him, he shouted at me. Have you ever heard him shout?”

“No.”

“It’s bad. Scary.”

“Listen, I’m just worried. I don’t want him to do something stupid and get hurt.”

“I’ve been keeping an eye on him. Batgirl, too. The only truly dangerous thing he’s doing right now is skipping too many meals. Mostly, he’s working.”

“Working?” I asked.

“Yeah, he does that when he doesn’t want to think. He’ll work non stop for a weeks and then crash. Right now, we’re just waiting for the crash.”

“When the crash happens, I want you to call me.”

Superboy hesitated.

“I mean it, Kon. Call me the minute things go bad,” I made my voice stern and serious. I wanted him to know I meant business.

Superboy sighed. “I don’t get it. You guys never even work together. What’s it to you?”

“He’s my babysitter,” I said absently, and hung up the phone.

I never did get that call. Three weeks later Superboy was dead. Four weeks after that it was Kid Flash.

Tim hadn’t called me at all since before the gang war almost three months ago, so I was completely floored when I opened my door to an exhausted, bedraggled Tim.

He looked like hell. He’d always been thin, but it was the ‘hasn’t grown into the last growth spurt’ thin. This was ‘hasn’t eaten a meal in weeks’ thin and this was a kid who didn’t have much weight to spare. Or any really. His skin was pale in a way that brought to mind ‘sick’ rather than ‘not enough sun’. But it was his eyes that got me.

They were dead.

Just dead.

There was nothing in them. Even before we had become friends the aloofness in his eyes spoke volumes and as time went on and we got closer I started to enjoy seeing the flashes of mischief or humor.

All that was gone now.

There wasn’t even grief left.

We stood there for a while, just looking at each other and when he finally spoke my heart broke.

“I have no where to go.” He said, and his voice sounded hoarse and lost.

I let him in.

He had a laptop bag with him and not much else so I dug up some old sweats of Connor’s, he was closer to Tim’s size, and led him to the bathroom.

His hair was oily and his clothes were dirty and it looked like he’d walked though a lot of mud to get here. He always hated being dirty and the fact that he hadn’t showered in enough days to let his hair get greasy made me shiver a little with fear.

What else hadn’t he been doing? What else had he been doing?

He was in the shower for about twenty minutes, when he came out he looked a little better than when he went in. He was clean and didn’t look like he was going to faint on the spot and there was some color back in his cheeks.

The clothes hung off of him though.

I lamely asked if he wanted something to eat, he just shook his head and we stood there in the hallway. I was trying not to look at how much his collar bones were protruding and he was just staring at the floor.

“I—I’m not sure why I’m here,” he said and he sounded just as lost as he had when he stepped though my door.

I just grabbed him and hugged him close. “Maybe you just want to be somewhere you can relax a little…” I said, resting my cheek against his damp hair.

He started crying then. He was sobbing silently and his shoulders shook so hard that I was worried I wouldn’t be able to keep hold of him. He clung to me with desperate fingers and feeling them digging into my shirt and skin made me even more terrified than I was when he was missing.

Then, I could kid myself that he was ok.

Now, I knew how much he totally wasn’t.

I let him cry until he started to hyperventilate. Then I calmed him until he started to breathe evenly again, but he still held onto me as tightly as he could.

We were slumped on the floor in the tiny hallway between my and Lian’s bedrooms when he fell asleep. I picked him up and carried him into my bedroom. He didn’t wake as I put him into bed and pulled the covers up.

I walked into the living room and called Dick.

“’Ello?” Dick’s voice was rough with sleep and I glanced at the clock. It was 4 am. Lian had to be up and off to school in a few hours.

“It’s Roy. He’s here.”

“Is he ok?” Dick sounded more awake now; worried, too.

“I, uh, I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so?”

“No.”

“What do you think, then?” Dick’s voice sounded angry.

“I think he just had a nervous breakdown in my hallway.”

Dick was quiet for a minute. “Did he hyperventilate?”

“Yes.”

“He does that sometimes,” Dick sounded calmer now.

“What should I do?”

Dick took a deep breath. “I know it’s probably a hassle for you, but if you could just keep an eye on him for a few days. He’ll either take off again or he’ll come back here when he’s ready.”

“I don’t want him to take off again,” I was surprised to hear such clear desperation in my voice. “How do I make him not take off again?”

“Mmmm, well then I would just not do anything. If Tim wants to talk or anything he’ll come to you. If you pester him he’ll be out of there like a shot. I’d call Oracle. He usually goes to her when he’s messed up like this. I think she’s the only person in the world who can bully him into eating when he doesn’t want to. Not even Alfred has managed that trick.”

“Why didn’t he go to her this time?” I asked.

“She’s in Metropolis, these days. Maybe you were closer.”

I thanked Dick and told him not to tell anyone Tim was here. I also promised him I would keep an eye on Tim as long as I could. He wished me luck and made me promise to give daily report on Tim’s progress and well being and we hung up.

I was pretty sure I could do what Dick had suggested. Tim’s temperament made it pretty easy not to pry, all that cool aloofness and everything.

However, he also made it pretty easy to worry about him too, and that presented something of a challenge.

I felt strangely exhausted as I walked back into my bedroom and climbed into bed. For some reason I felt like it was me who had cried myself into exhaustion, not Tim. It wasn’t until then that I realized how much energy I really had invested in worrying about him. Now that he was here, safe in my bed, all that energy seemed to leave me, and I felt like I could sleep for days.

It took me less than a minute to fall asleep with Tim next to me. His deep, even breathing was oddly soothing.

When I woke up around seven thirty that morning I rushed into Lian’s room, sure the two of us were late. She wasn’t in her bed, but when I made my way into the kitchen I found her happily eating pancakes and telling Tim about her upcoming book report.

Tim was at the stove, frying up pancakes. He seemed calm. Relaxed.

I hadn’t realized how tense he’d been last night around the face and shoulders until I saw him now. At ease.

He looked at me as I walked in, he didn’t smile, but his face wasn’t cool or disinterested the way it used to be. It was calm.

“Pancakes?” He asked. His voice was light, but I could still hear the tiredness in it, and see it in his eyes.

“Sure.” I said and grabbed a plate and sat next to Lian. I noticed that there wasn’t a third plate at the table. I didn’t say anything. I had a feeling the eating thing would be a hard subject to broach. I may have to get Lian to start nagging at him.

“We need to get you ready for school, Squirt.” I said to Lian in a bright voice. Lian was pretty perceptive, I was sure the only thing that kept her from realizing that Tim wasn’t in such great shape was how happy she was to see him.

“Timmy already helped me dress and get my book bag together. He said you were tired and needed extra sleep because you were up late last night. So he helped me get ready. We decided to wear orange socks today!” She showed me her socks and beamed up at Tim and he smiled gently down at her, putting another pancake on her plate and four on mine.

“We even studied for her spelling test while we picked out her clothes. Didn’t we?” His voice was soft as he spoke to Lian and I couldn’t tell if it sounded like that because of disuse or an oncoming cold. I hoped to god it wasn’t a cold. The last thing this kid needed in his life was more misery, and from everything I’d heard, Bats were no fun when they were sick.

Lian, Tim and I all discussed Lian’s up coming book report while we ate our breakfast. The pancakes were amazing, but Tim didn’t have any. He nibbled at a half of a banana, he’d used the other half in the pancakes. I was glad I bought some. They were a failing attempt to get Lian and I to eat more healthy snacks, I was glad they were getting use somewhere.

I wanted to tell him to eat more breakfast, but I was too scared that he would take off again if I started nagging to risk it. I’d talk to Lian about mentioning it to him on the way to the bus stop today.

Tim cleaned up the kitchen while I took Lian to the bus stop. She seemed brighter and more cheerful than she had been in weeks. I suspect she had felt how tense and worried I was, and had been more subdued because of it. I hadn’t noticed, but now that the tension had lifted she was her chirpy self again.

“I missed Timmy. I’m glad he’s back. Do you think he’ll spend time with us more often, now?” She asked, looking down to admire her orange socks.

I stopped her just out of hearing range from the rest of the kids and their parents waiting at the bus stop.

“Lian, I think Timmy’s going to be staying with us for a little while,” I said, seriously.

“Really? Yes!” Lian smiled widely and thrust her fist into the air in victory. I smiled.

“Well, I hope he’ll stay. I need to try and convince him it would be a good idea to stick around with us for a few weeks. Do you think you can help me do that?”

“Of course, Daddy,” she was still smiling, but then her face got serious for a few minutes. “Is he sick, Daddy?”

I sighed and smoothed her hair comfortingly. “He’s sad, mostly, and that makes him sick. He doesn’t sleep like he should or eat like he should and it’s bad for him. I want to help make him feel better, but I’m not really sure how. I’m worried about him.”

Lian’s face took on a determined expression. “I’ll help, Daddy. Don’t worry, we’ll make him feel better.”

I smiled at her. “Of course we will,” I said confidently. “We Harpers are a force to be reckoned with!”

Lian laughed as we finished the trek to the bus stop.

Tim was cleaning up after breakfast when I got back in, the kitchen was cleaner than it had been in weeks.

It’s not that I didn’t clean. It was more that no one cleaned quite like Tim. The place was spotless in less than twenty minutes.

“I’m going to hit the shower,” I said. “Maybe you should get a little more sleep. You look like you could use it.” I tried to make the suggestion light, not pushy. I guess I succeeded, he didn’t shout at me or leave. He just nodded and I headed towards the bathroom.

I thought about my plan of attack as I showered. I decided I would just play it cool. Lian would do all the pleading and bullying for me and I was pretty sure Tim would be much more receptive to an eight year old nagging him to eat breakfast than he would a twenty eight year old. I was glad to have Lian on my side. I felt a lot more confident about my Babysitter-fixing chances after that conversation with her this morning.

When I walked back into my bedroom, towel around my waist and pants on my mind, I was surprised to find my TV on and a lump under my blankets. Tim had clearly decided to take my advice and sleep a little more. I was relieved. I wanted to do a little more Babysitter research and it would be much easier if the babysitter in question was in dream land.

I retrieved the sought after pants and shirt and moved into the living room to nab my cell.

Oracle answered on the first ring.

“If I was in possession of, say, a rare and sought after wild animal. And say, for the sake of argument, that this much sought after wild animal happened to be a fickle and infrequent eater, what would you suggest I feed it?” I asked, making sure to lay on the charm extra thick.

Oracle was quite for a moment. “What type of ‘rare, sought after wild animal’ are we talking about here?” She asked suspiciously.

“Species: Timmysarus, Genus: Babysitterous, Family: well, Bat I guess.”

Oracle breathed a sigh of relief. “He’s with you?”

“Don’t let it get around. I think he needs some time out.”

“I’m just glad he went to someone. I was worried when Cass went missing and he was off by himself. How’s he doing?”

“He was bad last night. Better today. Needs food, needs rest. I think he might be getting sick.”

“That’s about what I expected.”

“So, how about it? What do I feed my new pet. My daughter’s become awfully fond of him. I don’t want him running away. She might cry.”

“He’ll eat fruit. Get some fruit and leave it around and he’ll eat it. Get things he can cook. Veggies, pasta, rice, stock. He’ll cook things he wants to eat and it’ll give him something to do besides think.”

I nabbed a pencil and paper from the drawer by the house phone. “Any specific suggestions.”

She gave me plenty and I hit the grocery store and stocked up while Tim was asleep and Lian was at school.

I filled the fridge and put some vitamins prominently out on the counter as well as some herbal supplements that Oracle said help fight colds and flu.

It was around noon by the time I finished and headed into the bedroom to see how Tim was fairing.

The TV was still on, but this didn’t surprise me. There was many a night I kept it on, the background noise helped me not think. I was pretty sure Tim was heavily involved in the ‘not thinking’ these days.

He was still under the covers and pretty fast asleep. I slipped in next to him and decided to get a few hours rest myself. Lian would need to be picked up from the bus stop in two and a half hours. I set my watch alarm for two and settled in next to Tim.

He was warmer than I suspected he should be, and he was out like a light. I fell asleep wondering how the hell I was going to get him to let me take his temperature when he woke up.

My watch alarm woke me up at two and I turned over to find the other side of the bed empty. Tim was gone.

I padded out to the living room to find him lying on the sofa with a mug of something next to him on the coffee table. He was reading some thick paper back with an intent expression on his face.

I plopped down on the arm chair near his head.

“Whatcha reading?”

“Sherlock Homles,” He replied absently and marked his page before looking up at me. I smiled at him.

“Figures.”

He smiled faintly back at me.

“My mother used to read it to me a lot when I was little. I haven’t had much time to read over the past few years. Only when I was reading Lian to sleep. I decided to take advantage of some down time to read a little.”

“You’re taking down time?” I asked, hesitantly.

Tim sighed. “I’m not—doing so well. It would be a bad idea for me to be on the streets, I think.”

“Probably,” I replied softly, then in a stronger voice. “Everyone needs a break now and then. Enjoy it.”

Tim nodded. “When’s Lian get back?”

“Around two thirty. I usually meet her at the bus stop.”

Tim nodded again. “Want me to make dinner?”

“Please do,” I said in mock desperation. “I’m pretty sure that if either Lian or I has to eat another one of my ‘dinners’ we’ll both die.”

The faint smile was back around Tim’s mouth. “What do you want? I’ll hit the store and get ingredients.”

“I went out this afternoon while you were sleeping and got a pile of things. Check and see if you have everything you need.”

Tim levered himself off the couch and set his book down the on table. He grabbed his mug and made a slow way into the kitchen. I hadn’t noticed last night, but he was moving stiffly. Either he has some fever aches or he had been beaten up pretty thoroughly recently.

I frowned at his back before smoothing my facial expression and following him into the kitchen. He was snooping in the cabinets and the pantry and he gave the fridge a once over.

“What’s Lian’s favorite?”

“Mamwhich, but let’s go for something healthier.”

Tim snorted a short laugh though his nose. “We can do that.”

Lian came home to a steam filled kitchen and a diligently working Babysitter. She gave him a big hug and he hugged her back.

“Daddy said you’re gonna stay with us for a few days!” She said excitedly.

Tim glanced up at me through the fall of his dark bangs. His hair had gotten pretty long, I would have bet that he hadn’t gotten it cut in a few months. It was almost to his shoulders.

“Yeah,” Tim said hesitantly. “I might stay for a little while.”

“Yay!” Lian shouted. “Now I can have good things to eat!”

“Hey!” I said, mock offended. “I am an excellent cook.”

Lian gave time a conspiratorial look. “Well Daddy, you’re good at cooking some things. Timmy’s good at cooking other ones,” she said eagerly and smiled at Tim.

He gave her a kiss on the forehead and sent her off to get her homework.

Dinner was great and Lian and I ate much more than we usually did. Tim, of course, hardly ate. He had a few bites, mostly I think, to make us feel better. He ate more when Lian scolded him about leaving food on his plate. I had to hide a smile at the look on his face as he swallowed another few mouthfuls of dinner.

Most of the rest of dinner was uneventful. Tim and Lian talked about what book she should read for her report and I added my two cents when they were requested. Mostly they weren’t.

All and all it was a peaceful evening and when Lian and I sat down on the floor with our backs against the couch to watch some TV, Tim climbed onto the couch behind us and opened his book. Lian laid her head on his hand and he idly played with her hair until she fell asleep next to me on the floor.

I picked her up and carried her off to bed before coming back into the living room to finish my TV show.

Tim was still sitting where I’d left him, reading his book. I’m not, to this day, sure what impulse drove me, but when I got back I sat down where Lian had been and rested my head near his hand and returned to watching my show. After a minute he began to idly run his fingers across my shorn head, massaging my scalp.

“You’re going to spoil us,” I whispered, and in the reflection of the TV, I could see Tim’s faint smile.

We slipped into an easy routine after that. I would wake up late to Tim fixing Lian and I a healthy breakfast. He always had her up and ready for school on time and she seemed so happy to have him around.

In the afternoons when Lian was out, Tim would either clean or read or work on his laptop. Sometimes he would go out for a few hours. I would panic then and spend the entire time pacing around the house and wondering if and when he’d come back. I would make contingency plans and rehearse phone calls to Oracle and Dick. I would pretty much just work myself up until he came quietly though the front door with a contented expression on his face.

I wasn’t sure what he was up to, but it seemed to make him happy and I didn’t ask.

It was nice to have another adult around the house. Tim always had something to talk about, whether it was the news or the book he was reading or a case I’m working for the government. He’s smart and witty and to be honest I really just like the sound of his voice.

I loved Lian, but there were only so many in depth discussions of dinosaurs I could take. Tim, on the other hand, seemed to have a never ending supply of information on dinosaurs. I started to wonder if he was Googleing the stuff while we were asleep.

He never seemed to pay attention to the dinosaur shows Lian would watch in the evening, so I’m not really sure where he got his info.

In the evenings he would help Lian with her homework and cook dinner. Sometimes Lian would help him, sometimes I would. Tim had also taken to baking with Lian. This was a past time she really got into. Anything that involved getting her hands into something as messy and sticky as cookie dough was right up Lian’s alley.

So there was usually a cake or cookies lying around for them to nibble on.

Tim was helping me learn to cook. It turned out I wasn’t as hopeless at it as I thought, though Lian and I still preferred Tim’s cooking to mine.

Lian and I were eating better and Tim was back to actually eating. He would nibble a little at breakfast and lunch when Lian was more distracted and less likely to nag him to eat. He had taken to eating more dinner though. The fourth day he was with us he finished everything on his plate and Lian gave him a big smile and insisted we go out for ice cream.

Tim’s color was better and after a few days I stopped worrying about him getting sick. The deep circles under his eyes lightened and faded as he slept more. He seemed all around stronger and happier.

He smiled more often and the smiles got wider. He would laugh as he played or talked with Lian and he’d taken to teasing us both more often. He had a quick wit and I could see now why Superboy and Dick appreciated his sense of humor. He was funny as hell, especially when he was annoyed at something or someone.

All that stilted politeness was gone now too. He still said ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ like a good little boy, but they were genuine and no longer seemed like an insult. There was no more awkwardness between us anymore when Lian wasn’t around and Tim seemed to like spending time alone with me.

He helped me a lot with my government cases. Extensive knowledge of dinosaurs and Africa aside, I never really realized how smart he was until I started working with him.

Dick kept apologizing to me when I made my daily Sitter-reports for Tim putting me out. I was honest when I told Dick that I didn’t mind at all, that both Lian and I loved having him here and he was a great help and I think the routine of our lifestyle was good for Tim.

Lian and I liked to watch TV to wind down before bed and Tim, like his second night here, just curled up on the couch and read his book as we watched. Sometimes Lian would sit next to me on the floor. Sometimes she would snuggle next to Tim or lie on top of him or in someway insinuate herself on his person. Tim never seemed to mind; he just curled over, around or under her and read.

Sometimes she would fall asleep in front of the TV, or on top of Tim, and I would carry her to bed, and sometimes Tim would take her into her room and read to her until she nodded off. Then he’d come back out and sit with me.

I had also caught myself starting to insinuate myself on Tim’s person. I was a bit more subtle than Lian, but Tim always seemed to pick up on it. He would touch my hair or run his long fingers over my back. It felt nice and it was always relaxed and easy, as if he liked touching me as much as I liked being touched.

Dick had mentioned that Tim had never been a full body contact kind of kid, but he didn’t seem to mind small touches. I’d always been a big fan of physical contact. I was pretty sure it was a cure for almost everything and Tim seemed to be doing better with it’s addition to his life so I was sticking to my hypothesis.

A week and a half after Tim turned up at my door I was sitting on the floor of the living room waiting for Tim to come back from reading Lian a story. He was taking much longer than usual and I was about to go and see what was up when I heard his voice coming from the hallway.

It sounded like he was on the phone and I knew I shouldn’t pry, but he hadn’t used his phone once since coming here, not even to call Dick, who, from what I gathered, was pretty much the only person he wasn’t angry with these days.

Hell, he was my babysitter and he’d been sleeping in my bed for almost two weeks. I had a right to pry.

I turned down the volume on the TV and strained to hear.

“I’ve been staying with a friend… I’m fine, Bruce. I just needed some time to myself.” Pause. “I know and I’ve been thinking about your offer. I’d like to accept. Before… It was too soon before. My dad had only just died and I wasn’t ready to say goodbye or even accept that things were changing. I’m better now and I’m glad the offer is still open. Yeah. Good. I’ll see you soon. Bye Bruce.”

I didn’t know exactly what offer Tim was talking about, but I could make a good guess. It made something low in my stomach clench. I wondered when he was going to tell me, or even if he would. Maybe he would just take off.

But no, he wouldn’t do that. At least not to Lian. Tim seemed to be much more considerate of Lian than he ever was of anyone over the age of twenty four.

I knew I should be glad he was going back to Bruce and his old life. It meant he was better, happy again. Back to his old self. But I wasn’t. I’ve always been a little selfish, especially about my family. I got upset when I didn’t get the attention I wanted or needed. I’d never grown out of that, but I guessed it was ok because Lian seemed to love always having me in her hair and she acted just the same way towards Tim and me.

There was no doubt in my mind that Lian now considered Tim to be part of the family. I was pretty sure I did too. I wasn’t entirely sure how she classified him. I still thought of him as ‘The Babysitter’, but I was pretty sure the term had a much different connotation for my family than it did for most others.

Tim walked back into the living room and I didn’t look up from my show. I was sad and a little hurt. I didn’t sit close enough to let him touch me that night and when I followed him to bed I felt alone for the first time in weeks.

The next morning, when I woke up, Lian was subdued. She was half heartedly eating the waffles and berries Tim had made her, they were her favorite, and she looked at me sadly.

“He’s leaving, Daddy,” She said reproachfully.

I tousled her hair. “I know baby, but he’s not leaving forever. He’s just not going to live here anymore. He’ll be back. He is our all time favorite Babysitter, remember?” I kissed her on the forehead and she brightened.

“Yeah!” She turned quickly in her seat to look at Tim. “You’ll come back to babysit, right?”

Tim winked at her. “Always.” He said and finished making the rest of the waffles.

Tim walked Lian to the bus stop that morning and I straightened up. He must have wanted to say goodbye again, and that was fine with me.

I didn’t say anything when he walked back into the kitchen.

“Bruce expects me in about an hour and a half so I need to take off soon,” he ventured.

I sighed and dried my hands before taking a seat at the kitchen table.

“Are you really ok to go back?” I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral and not let him know how badly I wished he could stay. I knew it was unreasonable and that he had to go back to school and back to Robin and back to life. But I would miss him and so would Lian.

He walked over to me and nudged my chair out from the table so I faced him.

“Yes, I’m much better now and I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done,” he reached over and cupped my face gently in his palm. “I think, maybe, you can understand just how much I appreciate this.”

I nodded slightly, I did understand and I was probably much less surprised than I ought to have been when he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my mouth. It was soft and lingering and conveyed all the gratitude and appreciation and love that he felt for me.

It was a nice kiss.

He pulled away slightly to look at me with contented blue eyes and they looked so different from the haunted, dead eyes he had come here with that I almost couldn’t believe he was the same person. I cupped the back of his head, sliding my fingers into silky black hair.

“You will come back, won’t you?”

“Of course,” he said and smirked against my mouth, some of that old mischief creeping back into his eyes. “I am the Babysitter after all.”



I had to split it into two posts because it was too long, just click the link.
Part 2

Comments

( 19 comments — Leave a comment )
darthbatgirl
Feb. 13th, 2008 01:28 am (UTC)
Yes Roy, you are fearless, and masterful and awesome.

This is awesome. I'm off to read the second part now.
aravistarkheena
Feb. 13th, 2008 05:49 pm (UTC)
I feel like, sometimes, Roy is his own cheerleader. :D
premium_shaday
Feb. 14th, 2008 02:55 am (UTC)
^.^
I love this pairing just a little.
I love this story only a lot.
aravistarkheena
Feb. 14th, 2008 03:46 am (UTC)
I hope you like the ending. :DD
amarin_rose
Feb. 21st, 2008 06:17 am (UTC)
The road to love is long and winding, but the destination is unparalleled. :) Just lovely.
aravistarkheena
Feb. 21st, 2008 06:48 am (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it. Did you read the second part?
amarin_rose
Feb. 22nd, 2008 12:30 am (UTC)
Yup. I especially liked Roy's frantic phone call.
aravistarkheena
Feb. 22nd, 2008 04:05 am (UTC)
Good. I had to split the stupid thing into two parts because it was so long and I'm never sure if everyone makes it to the second post. Possibly, I am concerned for no reason at all.
faile_neume
Feb. 11th, 2009 09:02 am (UTC)
EEEE! WOOO! *other noises of extreme happiness* totally perfect in every single way. I love Tim. I love Roy. I love Lian.

Now I am torn between jaime/tim and roy/tim. I think the only solution is threesomes.

I'm off to read the second part, I am pretty excited.
aravistarkheena
Feb. 11th, 2009 09:33 pm (UTC)
Roy/Tim is a ton of fun. :D

I can't even imagine a Roy/Tim/Jaime threesome. It bares some thinking about.
faile_neume
Feb. 12th, 2009 02:58 am (UTC)
I'm thinking about it now and it's a great thought. I can imagine Roy and Jaime being really possesive and secretly fighting each other. That, or Jaime would be nervous about the whole thing and just do whatever Tim told him to.
aravistarkheena
Feb. 12th, 2009 03:17 am (UTC)
Poor Roy would feel like a dirty old man. Up until he managed to get both of them naked. Then I doubt he'd be thinking much beyond 'Yum, must nibble that now.'

Roy would totally be supportive of Jaime. Unless Jaime got a little TOO possessive. Then Roy would tie him to the head board and make Jaime watch while he ravished Timmy.
faile_neume
Feb. 12th, 2009 03:21 am (UTC)
I can't imagine a naked Jaime and Tim allowing even that much coherent though, it might be more along the lines of "do. want. nngh"

And there is nothing wrong with a Jaime tied to the headboard. That's one of the best places for a Jaime. Oh man, I just realised how awesome Jaime's interactions with Lian would be! They be so awesome!
aravistarkheena
Feb. 12th, 2009 03:32 am (UTC)
Poor Roy would be acting purely on delicious impulse. >:D



Jaime and Lian would be BFFs INSTANTLY. :DDD
faile_neume
Feb. 12th, 2009 03:37 am (UTC)
*resists the urge to include Impulse into the awesome-threesome-of-awesome* superhero orgy! Kon could come to.

I love Lian, the first time I ever read Roy in comics was when he had Lian so I can't imagine them seperately.
aravistarkheena
Feb. 12th, 2009 03:44 am (UTC)
Roy was really wild before he had Lian. Self destructive too. :(

Lian's done amazing things for him.

Oh god, orgy. Roy would die of happiness and Kon would ask where all the girls are.
faile_neume
Feb. 12th, 2009 03:54 am (UTC)
I should go buy some old school titans. And I need to find the scans of Roy when he was being a junkie, because I have never read it and it seems somewhat vital to understanding his character.

That's because Lian is the best of the DC's supporting characters. Even better than Alfred!

*throws in Steph, Cassie and Kara for good measure* Everyone wins!
aravistarkheena
Feb. 12th, 2009 04:01 am (UTC)
The Arsenal mini series is really where they explore his addiction.

cough cough

:DD

You can probably find most of what you're looking for between those two sites. <3

Lian is an amazing supporting character. Her, Paco, Alfred and Bernard. <333


Jaime would be THRILLED to have Cassie and Kara join in.
faile_neume
Feb. 12th, 2009 04:10 am (UTC)
oooh comic book torrent, I have always considered finding one of those, because the comics I can actually buy are limited by the fact there is one comic book shop within travelling distance and it's expensive.

Those four should get together and form a club. They could have jackets!

Hell, I would be thrilled to have Cassie and Kara join in.
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