Super trouble :: Robin Hunter
 

"Where's your brother, Dick?" Bruce asked for what felt like the tenth time, glancing at his eldest across the dinner table as he slurped up another forkful of spaghetti.

"Bruce, I don't keep tabs on him." Dick answered and shrugged his shoulders, "It's only five, I'm sure he's just hanging out with some friends or something." he assured, noticing the man's very evident worry for his littlest Bird.

"He should have told me." Bruce murmured and sighed, standing up. "Maybe I should go and look for him, it's going to be dark soon and Clark's going to be home in an hour."

"Oh, Clark's coming back today?" Dick asked, eyes sparkling a little bit. Truth be told, he'd missed Clark around the house, it felt weird with him not being around. Sure he was usually away with the Justice League but never for a whole week. "Can I go meet him?"

"No, it's going to be dark soon, Clark knows the way home." Bruce answered and checked his phone, hoping he'd got a message from Tim, a voicemail or even just a text.

Nothing.

"Bruce...I'm seventeen, I can handle myself in Gotham, you know." Dick sighed but Bruce wasn't listening, clearly all he could think about right now was if his twelve year old was safe and on his way home. Dick sighed again, finishing his spaghetti and then heading up to his room. He'd been told countless times not to go out alone at night, mostly because Gotham was so unsafe...but he was NIGHTWING for crying out loud, he could handle some assholes with bad intentions.

He grabbed his Nightwing suit and changed before climbing out of the window to go meet up with his step Dad, Superman. Hopefully he wouldn't mind the teenager meeting him half way.

Bruce hadn't noticed Dick slip away, he'd dialled Tim's number and was trying to get through to him, it went to voicemail and he growled a bit.

"Timothy Wayne, where are you? I've had no call or message from you whatsoever. Get your little butt home as SOON as you get this." he ordered before hanging up.

Clark continued flying just below the clouds. Hoping to stop any crime if any was caught by his enhanced hearing or sight. Aside from the simply being part of his duty as Earth's protector, but also as a tired family man. He knew he could convince his little family to stay home if he told he'd already patrolled Gotham that evening.

He knew both of his step-sons would be excited for him to be home, but Dick was likely waiting at the door for him. Dick had been the first one Bruce and him had told about their relationship and even back than Dick was jumping at the joy having him as a step-father.

He could hope that both boys had stayed out of trouble while he was away, while most people would assume he lacked his husband's sternness, he'd made it clear very early on that he was not going to let his little boy's grow up to be spoiled brats.

Even though though truth be told he did enjoy spoiling his sons, he was sure the moment he saw Dick the boy would demand his attention and Clark would be more than happy to oblige. Despite being seventeen Dick always seemed to turn right back into that hyper little eight year old boy Clark had seen with Batman all those years ago.

The memory made Clark smile to himself as he sped up and lowered himself closer to the building tops, scanning for any possible activity as he reached the center of Gotham.


Ahead of Clark, making his way town the street Tim was kicking a stone idly. His game of D&D had run long and he was in no rush, Gotham was so well-lit that it rarely felt intimating. Besides he had his utility belt stashed away in case anything call for Robin's brand of justice. His friend's parents had offered him ride, but Tim had chosen instead to enjoy the evening after being inside all night.

All of the guys had agreed to shut off their phones so no one's turn would get interrupted. A few moments ago he saw he'd missed a call from Bruce, and he thought about running ahead but decided his father was checking in. He'd left the device on silent and keep decent pace until he was soon in front of the gates of his enormous home.

Punching the code in he picked up speed as he approached door, he was kinda hungry and was hoping his father had decided to busy himself with getting ready for patrol.

Slipping through the front door without turning forward, he began quietly walking toward the staircase, hoping to put his stealth skills to use more than ever. It was only now donning on him that he should have check the message Bruce hat sent.

Dick had always thought of Bruce as a ladies man, so he was of course surprised when one night the man came home with Clark Kent on his arm, explaining that they had been dating for a little while. Dick was super excited to have a step Dad, and Clark really was a great parent, even if he could be stern and old fashioned in his way of discipline.

It was his humble farm boy youth that made him into the great person he was today. His Ma hadn't been against taking a firm hand to his hide if he needed it and of course Dick and Tim got the same attention when they misbehaved.

Bruce grew up with his strict English butler, and so he was no stranger to the odd spanking while growing up either, while he didn't like to spank the boys, he would if it was needed.

And it seemed Tim was heading in that direction very fast.

"Tim!" Bruce snapped when he saw the kid push the door open and walk quietly to the staircase. "Where have you been?" he demanded to know, taking the child's upper arm and marching him to the kitchen so he could have a proper talk with him.

"I called you plenty of times, and I left you messages." The man went on to scold, sitting the boy at the table and kneeling down to his level. "I want an explanation and I want a good one, kid. Don't even think about lying to me, you're in enough trouble as it is."

He was INCREDIBLY relieved that his little bird had flown home safe and unharmed, but he was very annoyed about him trying to sneak off without an explanation as to where he'd been. BOTH boys knew when the street lights came on, it was time for them to get their butts home.

Dick thought he could do a bit of patrolling while he waited for Clark to show up, he walked around the dark creases of Gotham and kept his gaze occasionally on the skies, looking for any sign of his Kryptonian parent.

The boy didn't realize just how out of his league he was when he approached a mugging, three guys armed with switch blades, one of those switchblades held to a poor woman's neck while another Sleaze ball tried yanking her purse away.

"Hey! Leave the lady alone." he growled, narrowing his masked eyes. He was still too young to take on more than one threat alone, he'd been told that plenty of times, but Dick could be cocky when it came to this sort of thing.

He aimed a punch, the man dodged and kicked Dick to the ground, the teen whacking his head. "Ungh..."

"Shit! Look...S-S-Superman!" One of the men gasped, pointing to the opening of the alley, there stood the man of steel himself!

Clark caught something in the corner of his eyes and detected a familiar voice as well as an exhortation of pain. Follow closer his narrowed at the scene as he lowered himself into the dark alley. On the ground was a very dizzy looking Nightwing and standing in front of him were three soon to be sore criminals.

Taking steps forward he saw the preps visibly flinch with every step he took, he shot his firm glare down at his son as he walked by. Walking directly between to of the blades he slid his hands around the blades and bent them and angle that made them unusable. He than turned to the woman who also stood in awe.

"M'am would you be kind enough to make your way to your home and contact the police ?" his answer was a nod as the woman ran away purse still safely in tow. Clark's eyes followed her and he listened until he was sure she was a safe distant.

Turning back to the crooks Clark took a large breath that when released was a massive when current. All three unscrupulous men were sent into the adjacent wall and the only response he was met with her loud groans.

Clark's gaze didn't soften as he walked over to the young hero still on the ground. Clark gently lifted the him to be standing and look him over for any major injuries. Noting that his son seemed relatively unharmed Clark brought his hand behind Nightwing and laid a firm smack on the costumed rear.

He turned Dick's chin so he was facing him. "What are you doing out so loud ? I don't need to ask if you have permission, so you do you have a good reason little boy ? " Clark his tone stern as he kept a firm grasp on Dick's arm.


Tim made a noise not dissimilar to a mouse as he was caught. Groaning loudly as Bruce dragged him into the kitchen, he was almost there to.

"Why am I in trouble !?" Tim protested pulling at his arm. "It wasn't like I was out partying or something! I was at my friend's the entire night!" Tim said haughtily, getting upset at Bruce for not trust him. "Also I never lie." he said under his breath hoping Bruce wouldn't here him.

"I turned my phone off because you are such a worry wart! You would have wanted me home when the street lights were out and no one else has to follow that stupid rule!" Tim shouted with a pout.

He refused to meet Bruce's eyes not going to let him win, if he looked at Bruce he would start to feel guilty when he done nothing wrong. He simply turned his head and refused to comment further and continued tugging at his arm.

Dick winced and his stomach tightened when Clark shot him a stern glare before taking care of the perps. They all slammed into the wall with enough force to knock them out and Dick stayed on the ground rubbing the back of his head a little bit where he'd hit it. It was nothing major, probably a little bump.

He let Clark help him up to his feet and was about to speak but he was soon turned to the side and Clark's firm hand came crashing down on his bottom. Dick held in a yelp and his hands flew to his bottom, rubbing where he felt the sting.

Clark then made him look into his eyes and asked him what he was doing out so late, "I um..." he stuttered and bit his lip when the man said he didn't need to ask if he had permission, and then asked if he had a good reason.

"I just wanted to meet you half way...I missed you.." Dick answered and looked at the unconscious men on the ground.

"I just got...distracted, I'm sorry Cla-...er Superman." he said softly, just in case anyone was around.

*****

Bruce frowned when his son asked why he was in trouble. "Because the street lights have been on for two hours now and there's been no sign of you. I don't mind you hanging out with your friends as long as you let me know that you're going over there. Anything could have happened and I would have never known."

He rose a brow when the boy said he never lied, despite it being under his breath, the bat had heard. "That's a lie right there." he snorted.

Bruce's eyes narrowed when Tim said he turned his phone off because he was a worry wart and would have wanted him home when the street lights were out, and that no one else had to follow such a stupid rule.

He took the boy's arm and pulled him up, giving his little boy bottom a firm smack. "Firstly you WILL watch your tone when you're speaking to me, little boy." he growled. "Like I said, I had no problem with you being at a friends." another smack came down on his bottom, "But you should have let me know, I thought you were out in Gotham this entire time."

Another three smacks came crashing down on Tim's bottom courtesy of Bruce's firm hand.

"That 'stupid' rule is in place to keep you and your brother safe, I couldn't care less if your friends do or don't have to follow the same rule." he turned the boy back around.

"I want TWO good reasons I shouldn't tan your hide and put you to bed without dinner, little boy." he said firmly.

Clark's gaze softened slightly, knowing the fear tactics never worked as well for him as they did for Bruce. He watched Dick try and rub away the sting from his bottom.

"I missed you to Nightwing, but as you can see I was almost home. You broke the rules for absolutely no reason." Clark said wagging a finger in Nightwing's face.

"If you had stayed put and waited I can assure this night would have gone much smoother than it is about to young man." Clark said before picking Dick up into arms bridal style and casting a somewhat sympathetic look before taking off into the air.

"When we get back the the cave we are going to have talk about what happens you put yourself at risk and break the rules." Clark whispered into Dick's ear with no cruelty, but with much convection.

He shook his head disappointed at Dick and for the the action he was going to have undertake, but if had not heard Dick's sound of pain he would have missed him. Dick likely would have gotten severely injured provided he made it at all.

***
"I know how to take of myself!" Tim whined at Bruce. "I've saved you tons of times before as Robin and I wouldn't let myself get hurt now!" He argued. Tim broke his self-imposed rejection from looking at Bruce to glare at Bruce's insistence that he lied.

"H-HEY!" Tim shouted at the painful spanked to his jean covered rear. The second spank that followed caused to jump in place and groan. "I know better! You just don't wanna trust me at all!" Tim countered not realizing how childish he sounded.

"Owwie! Ow! Stop it!" he shouted as the spanks came in quick succession. "It's not fair!" was his only response. Bruce's entire hand was almost bigger than his entire butt and his spanks hurt!

Now Tim faced Bruce and glared over a pout, running over his options in mind. His tummy made a sound grumbled. He'd only some junk food the only day and the thought of having nothing made him let out a whine.

"C-cause' I'm really hungry and haven't eaten anything today a-and um..." Tim trailed off trying to think on his feet. "I-I have got to see Daddy Clark yet and I won't able to sleep if I don't" Tim said giving Bruce a look that would have made bambi jealous.

He never could stand when Bruce was upset with him, his father meant the world to him and he felt like it was ending if Bruce didn't love him anymore. He scuffed a green sneaker on the tiles of kitchen floor.

"I know Pa...and I'm sorry..." Dick answered when Clark scolded him. It was easier to call Bruce 'Dad' and Clark 'Pa' so that they didn't get mixed up if he called out to them. Usually when he was feeling younger or wanted something he'd call Bruce 'Daddy' and Clark 'Papa'.

He blushed as the Krypton man scooped him up bridal style and took off into the dark sky above, telling him that when they got back to the cave they were going to have a talk. He knew what talk Clark meant and while he would agree that it was deserved, he still didn't want it.

"Yes sir...I'm sorry Pa..." Dick said again, laying his head against the man's rock solid chest and doing his best not to think about how sore he was going to be by bedtime. He also hoped that in the time he had been gone that his little brother had been located.

He had been a little worried when the brat didn't come home, and he did care about his little brother, he didn't want anything to happen to him.

"Did everything go okay at the Justice league Pa?" he asked softly, trying to make conversation as they flew back to Wayne Manor.

****

Bruce knew that sometimes he could get through to his baby bird with just words, but other times he needed a couple of smacks to remember to watch his tone and think about just WHO he was talking to. Bruce would not have his and Clark's children being disrespectful.

So he gave Tim a couple of smacks across his jean clad butt while scolding him and then he turned him back to face him, asking him why he shouldn't spank his bottom and send him to bed without dinner.

He frowned at the answer, "Why didn't you have lunch at school?" he asked, concerned about that, his son not eating was of course a red flag but he would address that fully a bit later on, possibly with Clark at his side to enforce that Tim NEEDED to start eating at school.

Bruce's heart broke a bit when he mentioned not being able to sleep if he didn't see Daddy Clark and then gave him those big sad eyes.

God damn this adorable kid.

"Okay, I'll overlook you not having any dinner, but you ARE going to get a spanking." he put a hand up to silence the boy from talking back, "And you ARE going to bed early, in fact the second you've said hello to Daddy Clark, you're going to get your pyjamas on and go to bed, understood?" he asked, tone firm, leaving no room for argument.

"Good." he replied when the boy gave his response. "Go to your room and wait in the corner Timothy Clark Wayne." he ordered.

Seeing as there were high into the air Clark dropped the code names. "I know you're sorry Dickie bird. Papa doesn't love you any less." Clark said pressing a kiss to the top of his son's head.

"The mission went well, only problem is that the League always me or your Daddy on at least one mission. Sometimes we go days without contact." Clark said with a sigh.

"There's also missing you two boys. That's just the price I get for letting your Daddy handle Gotham on his own." Clark said shaking his head a little, Bruce refused to let anyone aside from his sons assist around Gotham, he was so territorial sometimes.

"We'll have to do something since we are all together finally. Maybe we could go to a fair or to the beach." Clark said knowing his husband would agree.

He looked down. "You and your brother better have behaved while I was gone, I'd better not hear from Bruce or Alfred you were slacking on your assignments or causing mischief." Clark warned as the passed over the city lights.

Out of his brothers Dick often ended up over someone's knee most often, he tended to want to push Bruce's buttons or endanger himself. He sometimes so much like Bruce.

***
Ah shit Tim accidentally ratted himself

"umm I just....you know." Tim shrugged slightly and his didn't look at Bruce. He felt a little ashamed Bruce knew he wasn't eating again.

"too old for a spanking." Tim mumbled under his breath one more. He knew Bruce would hear no argument since his brother ended up over Papa's lap. "too old for a bedtime too." Dick may like being babied by their dads, but he hated it!

Tim pouted and crossed his arms dragging his feet as he made his way to the staircase. He shot a pout over shoulder before walking upstairs he shut the door and made his way to the furthest one from the door by his bookshelf.

He uncrossed his arms and put them behind his head, knowing that if Bruce came and saw otherwise he'd get another lecture. He sniffled a little hating that he was going to have to go to bed early and miss seeing Papa while Daddy and Dick stayed up.

The image of them having fun without him popped into Tim's mind and he let out a little whine to himself, feeling left out. He continued giving little sniffles and whines until he heard the door open.

Dick smiled when Clark kissed his forehead and told him that he knew he was sorry, and that he didn't love him any less. He knew that but it was always nice to hear it back. "I know Papa." he said softly. The teen asked about the mission with the league and nodded when he mentioned that they always needed him or Bruce on at least one mission.

"Yeah, I know but hey Alfred's fun to hang out with, he taught me and Tim how to play Cluedo and that was pretty cool." the teen explained before his Papa started feeling bad.

His eyes lit up when Clark said they should do something as a family, the boy nodded his head in agreement, "Definitely, I'm game for whatever you and Dad decide."

Dick bit his lip nervously when Clark also went on to say that he and Tim better had behaved while he was gone and he had better not hear of them slacking. Out of him and his brother, Dick was certainly the naughtiest. He ended up over his parent's knee at least once a week.

"Well, Tim was mostly good but he's stopped eating his lunches at school....and Dad's only had to spank me like..........five times.." he muttered.

****

Bruce was glad they had one really well behaved kid for the most part, having two trouble makers would definitely be tough to handle. Dick was often finding himself in trouble and usually acted like the youngest brother whereas Tim acted like the oldest. Sometimes Bruce wished Tim would let him and Clark baby him a little bit.

"You're not too old for a spanking, Dick certainly isn't so I don't know where you got that idea." Bruce answered when his son mumbled. He didn't dignify the bedtime thing with a response and just sent the boy off with a pat to the butt.

Bruce cleared away the dinner he and Dick had shared before making his way upstairs to his baby bird's room. His heart ached when he heard him sniffing and whimpering but a spanking was something no kid wanted so he understood.

The man made his way over to the bed and patted his lap. "Come here Timothy." he ordered firmly. "Let's get this spanking over with."

"That was nice of Alfred, I'm suprised he sometimes wants to play with you boys are you give so many messes to clean up." Clark teased quirking an eyebrow at his oldest.

"We'll have to talk to your brother and Bruce. You're both going to have use your puppy dog eyes to get your father out of the house." Clark knew that Bruce was relucatant to sometimes go out without putting on his Brucie persona for the press.

"Why has Timmy been skipping meals ? Did he tell you anything Dick, if you know you should tell me now. Tim's health is a serious, you know your brother tends to let his health fall by the wayside." Clark said tone serious.

"Richard!" Clark jerked to a stop in mid-air and floated for a moment. "Five spankings mister ? Today's Friday to so that means six in a week's time, honestly young man you need to find better way to get mine and Daddy's attention!" Clark scolded as he looked down at the sorry little boy and shook is head.

He resumed flying and could see the manor in the distance as he approached. "Dick when we get inside I want you to move your tail to the locker room and get changed. No toddling understand ? " Clark asked as he began flying for one of the BatCave hidden entrances near the side of the manor.

***

Tim walked over to Bruce slowly, sniffling and giving a sour face the entire way over to his bed. He didn't understand why he needed to get spankings! Dick was the big baby after all, he didn't get into trouble at home, at school, or on patrol!

He stood a little ways from Bruce and gripped the front of his bright red hoodie. "'s not fair." he tried to sounded angry, but it came more like a whine. "didn't even do anything that bad."

"You and Dick get to play with Papa an' I have to go to bed." Tim shout a glare at Bruce that was about as effective as a disgruntled kitten.

"I don't act like Dick, he's the baby." Tim said crossing his arms and refusing to come any closer to his father. "You and Papa always pay attention to him. Even Alfred is busy taking care of Dick." Tim with a bit of bitterness in his voice, Dick got spanked a whole lot more, but that also meant more snuggles and kisses.

Tim briefly hunched over as he stomach groaned loudly before resuming his one-sided starting contest with his Daddy.