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#tfw tim is both dick’s and babs’ little brother
thychesters · 2 years
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The door thuds behind him before he slides the deadbolt home, and his keys hit the counter with a disjointed jangle before they slide to a halt. Tim lets out a breath as he toes off his shoes, and then he’s making a beeline for his couch to deposit himself on it, all loose limbs flailing every which way. Flopped sideways, he digs through his pocket for his phone as it chirps and a text alert from Dick greets him, one of the few notifications that has any merit that isn’t a weather or news alert. He swipes through a couple before finally settling on Dick’s name and pressing the camera icon. His own face stares back at him as it rings, and he grimaces a little at the front-facing camera and the awkward angle.
“Oh no, here comes trouble,” Dick says as he answers, to which Tim pulls a face. There’s tuft of dark hair under his chin, and it takes him a moment before he realizes it’s his son.
“You were the one who texted me first,” Tim says by way of greeting. Dick rolls his eyes and shifts as John snuffles; he adjusts his grip, holding his phone out a little farther so that the side of John’s head comes into view.
“Yeah, but you answered.” His head tilts to glance down at the newborn and Tim finds himself mirroring him, head twisting against the couch cushion. John’s tiny fingers curl gently against his shirtfront.
Tim opens his mouth and then pauses, closing it again. His brow furrows a little. “What’s that noise in the background?”
Dick sighs. “Barbara wanted to watch Dirty Dancing,” he pans the camera to the other side of the couch where Barbara curls against the arm, dozing and neck bent at an angle that might hurt soon, “and clearly it’s riveting.”
Tim has to hold back a laugh. “Clearly. Meanwhile, you’re sitting here answering phone calls.”
“I could have ignored you,” he comes back with. “She’s also a light sleeper, but I think we’ve learned to tune one another out sometimes unless it’s an emergency.” He tilts his phone a little bit in John’s direction. “Now this little guy makes any kind of noise and we both jolt. I think he knows it too.”
“Sounds like things are going well on your end then,” Tim says, swinging his legs over the back of the couch. He almost drops his phone.
“As well as can be expected, I guess.” The music kicks up a little, and Dick glances up at a screen Tim can’t see and then at Barbara. “You stopped watching this an hour ago, didn’t you?”
“I can hear you,” comes a murmur from the other end of the couch. Dick glances her way and his eyes crinkle a little in the corners. By John’s cheek, Tim spies a small spot of drool on his shirt.
“Hi Barbara,” Tim says, trying to be loud enough she can hear him through the phone speaker but not loud enough to wake the sleeping infant. As she murmurs again in response, he pauses before his mouth breaks into a grin: “Is she still mean and hogging the remote?”
Dick stills and then tries not to jostle the baby too much as he laughs. Barbara groans, though he can hears a little humor in it. He holds the camera to show Barbara squinting at them both. Tim can’t see her glasses anywhere. She pulls a face at him with no heat to it.
“Calling just to bully a lady who just had a baby? That’s a new low for you, Timothy.” Tim hisses.
“Oh, she broke out the full name. Yikes.” He sits up a little. “And here I was going to offer my babysitting services.”
Barbara laughs and Dick rolls his eyes. “Sure you were.”
“I was!”
“We’ll add you to the roster,” Dick tells him. John curls against him.
“Good, good,” Tim says around a smirk. “I expect to be the favorite uncle and your go-to for everything.”
“Good luck with that one,” Dick says with a laugh while Barbara says, “I don’t know, I kind of like him.”
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