Big Bird, Little Wing, and Baby Bird

Random one shot drabbles about Dick, Jason, and Tim. Mostly brotherly fluff. Dick is 19, Jason is 15, and Tim is 9.

Rated T for language (mainly from Jason) and sexual references (also from Jason).

I do not own Batman or anything related (if I did Damian would not have died).

Chapter 1: Alone

"Janet! We have to go now!" Father yelled as Mother hurried down the stairs.

I could see that they both carried luggage. That means I am going to be alone for a while. Silently, I backed away from my hiding place. Unfortunately, I didn't see the vase behind me.

My eyes grew wide as the priceless antique shattered against the floor. Before I could blink, Father's hand had wrapped itself around my arm as he jerked me towards him.

"Timothy! That was a priceless antique from the Ming Dynasty!" he screamed as I began shaking in fear. I whimpered as he backhanded me.

I didn't mean it. It was an accident.

"Jack, just leave him be. We'll miss our flight if we don't leave now. Just punish him when we get back." Mother added.

"Clean this mess up!" Father ordered as he let go of me and picked up his suitcase. "Janet, I told you we should have aborted him, but you just had to have one." he added.

"It's not my fault. I didn't know how awful children are." She added before they walked out the front door.

I quickly cleaned the shattered vase up before hiding myself away under my bed. I pulled my knees into my chest as tears flowed down my cheeks. Mother and Father are right. I am a bad boy. I am a waste of space. I am stupid. I am unwanted. I am alone.

********Break********

I dropped my book and practically jumped out of my skin as I heard the sound of the front door being thrown open. Are Mother and Father home? Soon, I could hear shouting. My eyes widened in fear as a pair of shoes and a light passed by the library door. I quickly ducked down underneath the desk in the library.

I held my breath as the door opened slowly. A policeman shined his flashlight inside the room before he tried the light switch. Why is a policeman here? But, policemen only arrest bad people. Mother and Father say I am a bad child. Is he here to arrest me?

Soon, the man's boots walked directly over to the desk. I barely breathed as he started rummaging through the contents of the desk. My eyes grew larger as an envelope dropped off the desk and landed directly in front of me.

I gulped as the man bent down to retrieve it. Immediately, his eyes latched onto mine. He stared at me in shock before recovering as I began crying.

I don't want to go to jail! I didn't mean it!

********Break********

Bruce's POV

What? My eyes left the road as the flashing of police lights caught my attention. What are the police doing at Drake Manor? Those two are never home. Did an accident happen?

Curiosity won as I pulled into their driveway. It couldn't hurt to look.

********Break********

Tim's POV

"What's your name, son?"

I glanced up at the white-haired man wearing glasses and a trench coat. He looks important. He's not dressed like the others.

I opened my mouth to reply to his question, but I quickly closed it. What if it was a trap? Children are to be seen and not heard. What if he told Mother and Father on me? I don't want to get in trouble.

The man sighed as I let out a sniffle. He gave me a small smile before lifting me into his arms. I practically jumped at his touch. Touching isn't allowed. Doesn't he know that? I don't understand.

"Jim, what happened?"

We turned to see a dark haired man with blue eyes dressed in a suit moving towards us. Wow, he is really tall.

"Bruce, take him." the white-haired man ordered, I think his name is Jim, before returning to his officers.

I squirmed as I was handed to the tall man, who frowned at me. Why is everyone touching me? I don't understand. Aren't they going to arrest me? A few tears escaped my eyes as the thought crossed my mind.

Suddenly, I felt the man's hand running up and down my spine as he told me not to cry. I shivered at his touch, but it felt… good? I don't understand. Touching isn't allowed. A small yawn escaped my lips as I felt my body relaxing. But, he's a stranger and I should be afraid of strangers, shouldn't I? But, why do I feel safe? I sniffled before closing my eyes and allowing my head to rest against his neck. Maybe it would okay.

Bruce's POV

I glanced down at the sleeping child. Where did he come from? Whose little boy is he? Although, his eyes look familiar… those eyes… Janet Drake. He has her eyes. And his hair and facial features look like… Jack Drake. Is it possible?

"Sir, I think I may have found something on the boy. I think his name is Timothy Drake." A policeman reported, coming up to us.

"The Drakes had a child?" Jim asked in surprise.

"According to his birth certificate, yes." The officer responded.

"How old is he?" Jim responded.

"Nine." The officer responded before being dismissed.

Nine? He could easily pass for six. He's so small and he still has a layer of baby fat.

"Jim, where are Jack and Janet?" I asked as he returned his attention to me.

"Dead. They both died in a plane crash this morning. We're here to take control of their estates. As soon as word gets out, every criminal in Gotham will be here trying to rob the place."

"And the boy, why is he alone? What's going to happen to him?"

"Bruce, he has no family left in the world. I'm afraid he'll have to be taken to an orphanage."

"But, he'll be eaten alive in there. Just look at him."

"There's no alternative."

I glanced down at the boy. He's so scared, so small, so innocent, so… alone.

"I might have an alternative."