First picture.

‘W-Will you read to me?’
‘Youre perfectly capable of reading it yourself, Timothy’
‘I just thought maybe-‘
‘I’m busy right now’

And then, Jack had to leave suddenly and didn’t have time to organise Tim’s minder. Bruce offered to take care of him for the duration of the trip.

While there, Tim would be his usual tiny, self-sufficient self.

Making himself a sandwich, cleaning up immaculately afterwards. Tucking himself in at night, and reading by himself; garnering him ALL of Alfreds pity.

Until Alfred eventually side-eyes Bruce. And he oh-so-awkwardly attempts being parental.

‘What do fathers do - read to their children?’

He’d check on Tim, finding him reading and offer - awkwardly to read to him. Only to have Tim politely decline. ‘It’s alright, Mr. Wayne. I’m sure you’re very busy.’

And then Dick bounds in, unimpressed at being excluded from story-time.

Further horrified when Bruce refuses to do the voices and wrangles the book until it’s in a position they can all real, and doles out names to each person.

“I’ll be Robin, you can be Marian, Timmy. And Bruce can be the Sheriff, because he’s just as grumpy’ =__’=