I had an idea while reading Batman & Robin reborn, so here it is.
This story will not be very long, and I'm still working on my other story.
enjoy it and please review!
disclaimer: I don't own Damian, Dick or Tim
Update: This is the first chapter that has been rewritten, since my writing has improved since I first published this one. I hope to rewrite this entire story in time.
Dick's ready for this. He's gone over this in his head many times already. There is no possible reaction he's not prepared for. So let's just get it over with. He takes a deep breath and-
Dick knocks on his little brother's bedroom door. A bit unsure at first, but then with more strength. He's ready for this he repeats in his head. Next to him he hears Tim chuckle and he raises an eyebrow at the teen. Tim has come along just to enjoy Damian's reaction to what Dick is about to ask from him. So much for emotional back-up. Tim just shrugs in response and remains seated on the dresser, a lopsided grin plastered on his face. Damn the love for malicious pleasure in this family. He's sure Jason started that.
There's no reaction coming from Damian's room. And Dick's absolutely sure he's in there. Which means he's playing a game with him. So he just knocks louder and longer. Damian's gonna have to show some sort of response eventually.
"I'm just imagining what Damian's reaction is going to be, when you tell him the good news." Tim remarks from next to him, his legs swinging.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts Tim. Not helpful. At all. Dick shudders. But just subtly enough that Tim doesn't see. He has an image to uphold after all.
"I'm so glad I have you as my backup." he says, voice dripping with sarcasm. Tim doesn't seem to mind, he just hums in agreement.
"Damian!" he yells this time, patience running thin.
The door in front of him is swung open with a distinct air of annoyance and his little brother is standing in the door opening dressed in sweats and wearing his signature scowl on his face.
"What do you want, Grayson?" Damian's tone of voice only further conveys the annoyance.
"Can I come in for a moment? I want to talk to you about something."
They've talked about privacy and barging into each other's rooms. At least Dick is sure he's earning points with asking polity if he can come in. Apparently Tim thinks differently.
"Good way to start." he chuckles, "My dad always used that line on me when I was in trouble for something."
Dick shoots him a glare that clearly says 'not helping' and Tim raises his hands in the universal sign of surrender. He jumps of the dresser and slinks further back into the hallway, pretending to leave. But Dick knows that he still listening in.
And Damian? Damian also seems to think he's in some sort of trouble again, because as he gestures for Dick to come inside he mutters a silent curse under his breath.
"Talk." the boy orders when he's standing face to face with him, but Dick sits down on the bed and motions Damian to sit next to him. Damian scowls but complies anyway.
"Well…" Dick starts and Damian gives him a glare that says get to the point, "I've been thinking a lot the last few days about and I feel like you've been adjusting really well."
Damian glare intensifies. He can feel the but coming. Of course he can, he's Damian.
"But?" he bites out.
"How can I say this?" Dick frowns.
From the hallway a barely suppressed snicker can be heard. Way to give yourself away, Timmy. You've been trained better than that. Although he has a distinct feeling this is on purpose.
"Cut to the chase, Grayson." Damian says while glaring in the general direction of where he suspects Tim is hiding.
This is it. There's no going back now. Better rip the bandage of fast, get it over with.
"I have decided to enroll you in a normal school, starting tomorrow." Dick says quickly and then peers at Damian face to gauge his reaction. Whether he needs to flee or not.
It stays silent for a moment. Damian's face is an emotionless mask, but Dick feels there's a bomb about to go off.
"You're joking." Damian says, but seeing Dick's serious expression he adds, "You're not joking?"
"I think it would be really good for you." Dick begins but he's interrupted by Tim, who has given up pretending and just starts laughing out loud. Dick groans, that's only going to make Damian's reaction worse.
"I'm smarter than you two morons!" Damian spits out, "Stop laughing Drake or I'll break your fingers one by one!" The boy gets up from the bed and takes several threatening steps towards the hallway and Dick has to grab him at his sweater and pull him back to stop him from going on a murder spree.
See? Again. Not helping, Timothy Drake.
"It's not just about learning math and history and stuff, it's also about learning social skills." Dick tries to explain to Damian once he's (relatively) calmed down, "It's about learning to work together."
"Social skills" Tim hiccups.
"But I don't want to go school!" Damian whines and for a moment he actually sounds like the ten-year-old he really is.
Dick has had it with both of them by now. It's time to put his foot down and prove his worth as their oldest brother and now legal guardian. Or they will never start respecting him. Well at least Damian. Tim has a little bit too much respect for him sometimes.
"It's not up for debate! You're starting at Gotham Academy tomorrow." he snaps, and Damian is visible taken aback by his outburst of authority. "Now go brush your teeth and get ready for bed. I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Tt!" is the only audible response he gets from Damian next to an even more deadly glare than usual, but the boy does listen and walks out of the room with a hanging head that almost makes Dick say he made it all up. That it's all a joke. He has to remind himself about the putting his foot down thing. Which reminds him..
Dick turns around to Tim who is still laughing and hiccupping.
"You have school tomorrow too, so go upstairs." He says to him while pointing to the door. He wants to be mad at Tim, for behaving like a child, but he can't help finding the situation maybe a little bit funny too.
"Alright, boss." Tim answers still chuckling, but before he makes for his own bedroom he turns around, "He took it better than I expected." He grins at Dick, who's pinching the bridge of his nose by now, as he thinks about the consequences of sending a child like Damian Wayne to fifth grade of a normal middle school.
"Yeah, but I better get prepared for a lot of talks and phone calls from the principal."
Dick sighs, it's going to be a long week.