more Jack! :D anyway…still PG. Enjoy.

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Two months later, Tim wonders how long it’ll take Bruce to find him. Tim’s realistic, Batman’s looking for him…he’s going to be found, eventually. He doesn’t want to be found, and he doesn’t want anyone to know his dirty little secret. He created a baby from a mix of his own DNA and the DNA from his dead best friend…”Jeeze, when I think of it that way I sound certifiable.” Jack is in his crib playing with a stuffed animal MaryAnn bought him.

“BAHHH!” Jack coos. He holds his arms out.

“What is it buddy?” Tim walks over and picks him up. “Do you still love me, little Jackie? Even though your dad is kinda crazy?” He holds him to his cheek, “well, Daddy loves you the most.”

“DAA!” Jack grabs on to his father’s shirt. Tim sways while he holds him. He feels perfectly sane when he holds Jack. A sweet comfort he’s glad to have. He places Jack back in his crib. Jack sits up. “You’ve gotten good at sitting Jackie,” Tim says as he rests his head on the edge of the crib. “I can’t wait till you can talk…” Tim feels his eyes becoming heavy. “Oh Jack it might be time for our nap.” Tim laughs.

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It’s one week after Jack’s first birthday. Jack took his first steps last month, and he can say dad, Bottle and Water.

“DAAAHHHH!” well, he can kind of say dad. Tim runs into the bedroom, “What is it?” Jack is standing up in his crib bouncing up and down. “You wanna get out, huh? One second.” Tim heads to the kitchen to get Jack’s walker. Tim’s in a good mood, Smiling and humming.

“Tim.” Tim looks at his door, which is open. His smile fades; Bruce and Dick are in the doorway.

Shit. He stops and just looks at them. What do I say to them? I never thought this through.

“Hey, Tim” says Dick. Dick is smiling sadly and Bruce is stern. He’s obviously in Batman mode.

“What are ya’ll doing here?” Tim tries his best to stay expressionless. Milking what’s left of his Robin training. 

“’Ya’ll’ haha you’ve been here waaay to long, little bro.” Dick laughs. Tim squints his eyes to make a stern expression. “uhh…I’m just teasing, Tim.” Dick looks to Bruce. “We just wanna talk, Tim.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, leave.”

“We will not,” Bruce finally speaks. “Timothy you need to talk to us, and tell us what’s going on with you.”

“I told you there’s nothing to te—-!”

“WAAAHHHHH!” Tim turns his head; his eyes wide. Oh come on Jack you just had to cry! He turns to see their reactions. Both of them are looking in the direction of the bedroom… they look surprised and slightly disturbed.

“nngh, Just sit down!” Tim points to the kitchen table and He turns for the bedroom.  Why? Why? Why? Jack is still standing in his crib, but now he’s looking upset. “Jack, why are you all red in the face? It’s okay buddy.” Picking him up and swaying with him always calms Jack down. Tim is so glad that it’s still working now. He opens up the play pen and puts jack down in with all his toys. That should keep him quiet for a minute.

He leaves the room and shuts the door behind him. He sighs. The short hallway has never seemed so long. He arrives in the kitchen where Bruce and Dick are sitting. They look up at him.

Dick looks concerned “Is that your baby?”

“…Yea.” Tim lowers his head and rubs his temple. They’re all are silent for a few seconds.

“Who?” Bruce says.

“…It’s complicated.”  Tim looks down.

“I’ll say!” Dick seems angry. “Tim, I thought we were brothers! You’ve hiding this for a long time. Longer than you’ve been gone!”

“No, it hasn’t been longer than I’ve been gone.” Tim’s hands are up on the table, clasped and fidgeting. “I found out the day I left.”

“And you still didn’t tell us? Tim, we could have helped you.”

“It’s my responsibility… I created him…” Tim is nervous and it’s visible.

“Tim, why are you so nervous?” Bruce is staring at him. “What aren’t you telling us.”

“He doesn’t have a mother.” I guess I should tell them… they’re already here. “Well, Conner…is dead…I can’t-I couldn’t live with it.” He looks up. They’re watching him. “I tried to clone him, Kon,…over and over…but nothing worked…” Bruce already gets it. “I figured…If I could replicate the original procedure that created Conner…” Bruce is looking at him intently “B-But I didn’t think it would actually work.” He stops talking for a moment. “It did work, though. I replicated the merging of Kryptonian and Human DNA and created a child.”

“You?” Dick seems surprised.

Tim nods, “he was created from my DNA and Kon’s DNA,” Tim looks up and down from his hands to their eyes. “Uhh his name is Jack.  He’s one.” Tim smiles at them, “do you want to meet him?”