Super trouble :: Robin Hunter

[KingCrowley]

Dick groaned at that but he knew his Papa was right, he also knew his Papa would never make fun of him for wearing diapers or wetting the bed. "I don't wanna wear diapers through the day though..." he pouted, "What if Wally saw? Or Roy!" he gasped and then just relaxed, grinning when Clark said he loved him more than ice cream too.

"I hope Daddy and Tim come soon, it's getting close to seven already." Dick told his Papa as he got him a drink of warm milk with a sippy cup lid. He didn't mind the sippy cup as long as Tim wasn't around to see him drink from it.

"Well, we had this one mission in this underground mine but it turned out to be too dangerous, so we all headed back, Wally almost got caved in." he told Clark and started guzzling the milk down, sucking from the lid of the sippy cup like a hungry baby, all the while it wasn't helping his bladder.

"Since Timmy's not here, I think I should get to pick the movie." he said, getting up from the couch and going to the DVD shelf, though as he reached up to get one, his little drop seat flopped open without the boy realizing.

******

Bruce frowned as Tim swam to the end of the large tub, which in retrospect was more like a small swimming pool. "Daddy would have spanked your naughty bottom for swearing anyway, baby or not." he said simply when the boy said being babied was a bad idea.

"I'm sorry Timmy, but being babied is exactly what you need, and I think I'm going to have to start feeding you through the day, as you're not eating at school, I need to make sure you eat. You're twelve and you've been too independent from the start, some firm babying will do you a world of good."

"But either way, babies or not, you will get your bottom spanked for saying naughty words." Bruce then stood up and got out of the bath, drying himself off. He then walked to Tim, smiling as he brought him in his arms. "Daddy loves you so much, babying will be good for you." he promised.

He then laid Tim back in the bath, arms under him like one would do when bathing a newborn. He washed the soap out of his hair and then blew a raspberry on his wet tummy, smiling some.

"Now how about we get you in your jammies and downstairs to pick a movie before Dickie chooses Mulan for the hundredth time, hmm?" he asked, patting his little wet bottom gently.

[Robin Hunter]

Handing the cup to Dick and giving him a kiss Clark turned on the TV." Don't keep looking at the clock Dick, you'll just spoil your evening. Enjoy the time you have staying up. If you are so eager to check the time we can go to bed early." Clark suggested, making no plans to follow through on the threat.

"Honestly I worry about you kids, I know none of you are sidekicks anymore, but when you hand around boys like Roy and Wally you pick up some naughty habits." Clark said passively.

Despite the fact all of the Titans were getting older he still refused to accept all of them as adults. He had vivid memory of Dick's time as Robin, he had decided to check on Dick while he was with the team and when he had tried to check Dick's pull up it lead to a nasty tantrum. One of the worse Dick had every thrown for him really.

Clark barely contained a laugh as he watched the boy's pajamas fall open. Clark reached out and pulled the boy by his dropseat back the couch where he plopped him down. He even turned over on his stomach to refasten as best he could.

"No No. It's not your turn Dick, Timmy is choosing the movie tonight and if you acting up you don't get to choose next week and I heard Bruce was going to let you buy something new." Clark said hoping the inciting concept of new movie make him settle down.

Though he also was getting a bit tired of Dick picking the same movie is over. Having to cover Dick's eyes whenever the Huns jumped out was one of the few things about being a Papa that wore thin.

*****

"If you're not a baby you can say whatever. " Tim countered right back refusing to budge.

Tim's mouth fell open at the Bruce's statement, than the topic of eating come up and all pretense fell away. Tim slammed his hands down the water and wailed in frustration while slowly petered out into a sob.

Fresh tears came out of Tim's eyes and he tried to push Bruce away as he was picked up despite being on complete different levels of strength.

"Don't Wanna! Don't WANNA!" Tim shouted unable to hold back in emotion now. He was sniffling as Bruce laid him the water and couldn't contain his struggles. He did crack a little smile against his will at the raspberry.

Tim grabbed a towel of the rack and turned away to pout, his Daddy was being mean stupid! "I'm not gonna be a baby!" He said turning so his bottom was not spankable at the moment. "I don't wanna do nothing and I don't want you feeding me!"

Tim turned to walk out of the bathroom.

[KingCrowley]

Dick shook his head quickly when Clark mentioned him going to bed early, "Noooo!" he answered and then smiled a bit when Clark said he worried about him and his team, "You don't need to Papa, we can handle ourselves." he assured and had to agree with that last part.

"Yeah, Roy keeps trying to get me to smoke, but I keep telling him no. Maybe I should tell Ollie so he can spank his butt." he shrugged.

The teen baby then got up and decided he should get to pick the movie, but Clark told him no, pulling him to sit down by his drop seat and then fixing it for him. He blushed knowing it had been open and his pink cheeks had been on display.

"Ooh a new movie?" he asked, eyes twinkling at the idea. "Can I get a new Disney movie?" he asked hopefully, "I want Winnie the pooh, or ....hmm...maybe Pinocchio." he smiled happily. "I think there's a clock in that movie that spanks a little boy on his bare bottom."

******

Bruce had had enough of the tantrums and Tim fighting against wanting to be babied and snuggled like Dick was. Though he had an idea, maybe if he actually didn't baby the child, but gave Dick lots of babying attention, it would work in his favour and Tim would pretty much beg to be babied, since it was what he'd really need.

"Alright, you don't have to be babied." he said with a nonchalant shrug, "Put on a pair of pyjamas, I can have your drop seat jammies put away for a while, it's cold so I'll give you an extra blanket tonight before bed." he said with a smile and grabbed his son a pair of grey pyjamas to wear before leading him downstairs.

He went to Dick who looked really cute in his drop seat pyjamas, "Hey baby, don't you look all warm and cosy." he chuckled, giving him a snuggle and kisses on his face. Dick giggled and snuggled into the comfort.

Bruce then smiled and walked over to Clark, hugging him and kissing his lips, "I missed you, I'm glad you're home safe."

"Do you want some warm milk, Timmy?" Dick asked, smiling at his younger/older brother.

"Oh no, big boys don't have nice warm milk, they can have juice though, or water." Bruce nodded, "What'll it be Tim?"

[Robin Hunter]

Clark's eyes widened behind his glasses. Images of his poor baby coughing and hacking from smoke popped into his mind. He swore for a moment his eyes may have flashed red with anger.

"I'll be calling your Uncle Ollie and making sure Roy gets his hide thoroughly tanned." Clark said, voice raising. He wasn't upset with Dick, but rather his friends of choice. "Never accept a single smoke from Roy you understand me. None of you should be exposed to that no matter how old you are!" Clark said ranting more to himself than at Dick.

Sighing he turned and brought Dick to rest on his shoulder. "It can be any movie sweetheart." Clark said trying to even himself. "You're silly Richard Wayne." Clark said shaking Dick's shoulder.

He hand Dick his sippy cup once more. "You know if both of you boys are really good and no hero work comes up. Maybe Daddy will agree to let us go on a trip to Disney World."

Speak of the devil

Bruce entered with a rather said looking Tim in tow. He returned the kiss from his husband with joy and smiled. "I missed you too, I can see both have a busy night." Clark said turning to look at the boy in the bland jammies.

******

Tim bit his lip, a little two hard. Maybe he had taken his rant a too far.

Trying to be obedient he slipped on the bland pajamas with a huff. Looking the mirror he sadly really want his blankie lamb.

He followed after Bruce downstairs. Not liking the cold shoulder he was getting.

On the couch he saw Papa and ran over for a kiss, which Clark gladly returned. Tim smiled for a moment before hearing Dick's question. Before he could respond Bruce stepped in.

Tim was stunned for a moment before turning to Papa for help.

Clark knew Bruce must have good reason so he busied himself coddling Dick for the moment.

"If I'm such a big boy, shouldn't I be able to have one of the beers you two hide from Alfred in the BatCave fridge ?" Tim said going to fiddle with the DVD player. Pouting he slipped in a musical in and pressing play.

A musical a about a barber.

He went to the end of the couch away from his little family and huffed and turned away, no longer invested in watch a stupid movie. He glared over at Daddy without thinking.

[KingCrowley]

Dick stuck his tongue out, "I'm not silly, Papa." he told him with a shake of his head. He then nodded, "I know Papa, smoking can kill you by damaging your lungs, I don't want to smoke and I don't have any interest in trying it either." he assured his Pa and then smiled as he was handed his sippy cup.

"Thanks Papa." he smiled, sucking down more of the warm milk.

His eyes widened when Clark mentioned them going on a trip to Disney world, "Really?!" he asked, bouncing up and down with excitement, "I wanna go, I wanna go noooooow!"

Dick was distracted when Bruce came in and gave him lots of attention and cuddles. "Hi Daddy." he beamed back.

Bruce wasn't giving Tim the cold shoulder, he was just treating him like the 'big boy' he wanted to be. He smiled when he ran to Clark for a kiss and then he asked Tim if he wanted juice or water.

"Nice try kid, nope it's juice or water." Bruce answered, shaking his head. "I'll get you a cookie to go with it though, how about that?" he asked, knowing his son did like those sweet treats that Alfred baked.

He was a bit confused when Tim sat so far away from them. Wasn't being treated like an older child what he wanted? He caught the glare and frowned. "Timothy, that's enough." he warned. He would not have his son being so naughty and bratty, especially when he was getting what he wanted out of this.

Bruce decided to try out a test, he got up and grabbed Tim's lamb blankie, "Tim, why don't you come and sit closer, it's getting cold, I have a blanket that can keep you warm, kiddo."

Dick squirmed in Clark's lap as the movie began, partly because his bottom was sore, but also because he needed to go to the bathroom and was struggling to hold it.

[Robin Hunter]

"You are so the silliest boy I know Dickie. " Clark said pulling the boy into his lap bouncing his knee under the teen

"You and Timmy have to be good boys. Me and and Daddy need to trust you boys to stay with us. It's such a large park. " Clark warned the excited.

Tim ignored Bruce for a moment. Only muttering. "Enough what." as he became more and more upset at the turn of event of movie night.

Refusing to play into Bruce's game until he say his blankie. He looked at Bruce for a second and than Dick with scowl. He really didn't want to go over, but his wanting his lambie blanket.

He slowly crawled toward Bruce on all fours like cat, but stopped half-way obviously caught between wanting to accept being babying and not. Getting worked up and nervous with each passing moment.

"You said I was going to be big though. I don't wanna be a baby like Dick." Tim said voice sounding closer to tears than angry this time. Gripping the dark material

Clark was trying to watch was happening with his youngest when noticed Dick was shifting. "Dick do you need to potty ?" he questioned, wonder if he should Bruce time to sort things out with Dick's confused little brother. "If you go potty on my lap, I'm putting you write into diapers young man." Clark warned.

Tim meanwhile was pulling at the gray jammies with a frown. Wanting his dropseat and blankie, but more than anything want his Daddy.

[KingCrowley]

Dick stayed snuggled up in Clark's lap, squirming because he did need to go potty as Clark often called it and also because his bottom was sore. He blushed and pouted when Clark threatened to put his bottom in a diaper if he went potty on his lap and he huffed,

"I DON'T need to go potty!" though when he stomped his foot down in a tantrum, Dick's bladder gave way and he did in fact go potty on Clark's lap.

"Well...I don't anymore..." he pouted. He must have looked like a big baby, sat in Papa's lap with wet drop seat jammies.

Bruce smiled when Tim crawled over to him and said he didn't want to be a baby like Dick, "I know you don't." he answered and pulled the boy to his chest when he took his blanket. "You can be babied and not have to be a baby, son." he promised.

Thankfully Dick and Clark were on another sofa next to them, so it was only Clark who got wet thanks to Dick and his stubbornness. "Do you want your drop seat jammies, kiddo?" he asked, rocking Tim close against his chest while his baby bird snuggled into his blanket.

He looked over to Clark when he heard him scolding Dick for wetting himself on his lap and tutted, "You naughty baby, Dickie!"

[Robin Hunter]

"Little boy I warned you!" Clark said raising his voice. He felt Dick's wet bottom through the drop seat. He stood up keeping Dick in his arms and glared. "If you weren't still sore you would be getting a hard spanking little boy." Clark.

"We'll be right back."he said caring the naughty boy up the stairs. "Young man this was the kind of behavior I was talking about. You knew darn well you needed the potty, but you just wanted to be stubborn." Clark said scolding Dick as he waled into the boy's room. "You and Bruce are too alike." Clark said shaking his head.

"You have your blankie so you won't be cold, so I think you can just sit in your diaper." Walking into Dick's bathroom he spotted a pack of blue teddy diapers sitting in the back of the closet along with an abandoned next to them. "Honestly Richard I would have thought I could at least trust you to wear pull ups before we went back to diapers."

Clark wasn't as much mad about the Dick's need for the diaper as much as the Wayne Clark family's baby acting up. "This the kind of behavior that makes little boys go to bed early and not go to Disney World. " Clark knew the statement was harsh, but it was a necessary evil.

Clark picked up the supplies and was glad Dick's blanket had finally on the floor or else he would have to deal with the tantrum of taking it away. He spread the mat out and plopped the naughty hero down.
****

Tim allowed himself to scooped up and quickly snatched his lamb close to him. Snuggling into the white lamb's coat with a sniffle. "I want my batty dropset Daddy." Tim finally admitting with a whimper.

He turned to look at Bruce with eyes that had tell-tale signs of tears. "I j-just don't wanna have to wear diapers o-or be carried all the time." Though Tim did want to be carried right now, a thought he conveyed by snuggling into Bruce's chest.

"I-I'm sorry Daddy, I shouldn't have yelled turning bathtime." Tim said voice a little shaky. "I ruin everything."he mumbled.

"A-Also I just really don't like talking about my eating problem. It makes my tummy hurt and I don't want you to g-get mad at me or take me off patrol." Tim finally confessed to his Daddy.

"I sometimes just get too busy to eat and no whenever I e-eat too much I feel sick." Tim felt so stupid, he was also so worried Bruce would notice he wasn't gaining weight. "P-please don't make me stop being Robin Daddy, you'll get hurt." the tears finally escaped then.

[KingCrowley]

"Nooo!" Dick yelled, kicking his feet in a tantrum as Clark picked him up and carried him upstairs, "No! No! Nooooo!" he was being stubborn when he said he didn't need to go, he was a lot like Bruce in that regard and Clark knew it.

"I don't WANT a diaper!" he snapped, kicking his feet harder. Dick rarely had big tantrums like these ones now but when he was younger, he had them all the time.

"Nooooo! I don't want to go to bed! I don't want to wear a diaper!" he yelled angrily, pounding his fists and kicking his legs as Clark laid him down on the changing mat he'd had for when Alfred put him in pull ups.

Dick stubbornly rolled onto his stomach to make the diapering harder for Clark, huffing and pouting. Though he was likely throwing such a big tantrum because he WAS tired, he didn't have his usual nap that day.

******

"Okay kiddo, we'll get you in your batty drop seat jammies." Bruce smiled and stood up, knowing the boy wanted to be carried despite saying against it. "You don't have to wear diapers because you don't wet yourself like baby Dick does." he assured and patted his bottom gently.

"I know you're sorry darling, it's alright, shhh, shh." Bruce soothed, rubbing his back. He rose a brow when he explained that talking about his eating problem made his tummy hurt. "I think I need to take you to a Doctor, little man."

Yes, tomorrow that's the first thing he'd do.

"Oh Tim, is that what this is about? No, no, I'm not going to stop you from being Robin, even Dick still gets to be nightwing though I doubt he will for a little while now." he explained. "Shhh, don't cry, tomorrow we're going to the doctors, you might have to have a little needle in your bottom though." he forewarned and carried him up to his room where his drop seat pyjamas lay on the bed.

[Robin Hunter]

"You didn't have you nap today, did you little boy ?" Clark asked despite the answer being right in front of him. He left for one week and came back to find his baby thrown off schedule.

Clark crossed his arm and meet Dick's eyes. "Little boy if I have to roll you back over you're sleeping in your own bed tonight and you can forget about coming downstairs for the movie." Clark warned rubbing his ears under glasses. "

If you turn over now and let Papa diaper you we can go back downstairs and finish the movie with Daddy and brother." Clark said rubbing the still pink bottom comfortingly.

Clark said unpacking the supplies and check that it was all still to date. The diaper bag would likely be coming with them in the car from now on again. He knew that Bruce was going to be more upset than he was, likely going to take Dick off patrol. He hated when those two were at each other's throats.

"Come one Dickie, be a good baby. Daddy and Timmy are going to be sad if they have movie time without you. I'll be sad too since I won't have my baby to hold during the movie." A bit of a low blow on Clark's part, but still true all the same.

*****

Tim snuggled into his Daddy's shoulder and clutched his lamb tight. Trying to his best to remember that Daddy still loved him. His only closed his eyes in calmness when Bruce made it clear he wasn't mad. He rubbed away what few tears had fallen onto his blankie.

"D-Daddy I'm not sick, I swear." Tim wasn't afraid of doctors and didn't want to be an inconvenience. His body betrayed him slightly as he tummy made a sickey noise that caused him to moan ruefully.

Tim didn't try and restrain the sigh of relief that came, not ever bother at the moment of a bottom shot tomorrow. He saw his jammies and perked up, remembering how soft they were and how they made him feel like Daddy was always close.

"Are you going to take Dick off of patrol Daddy ? He's really going to be upset. "Bruce tended to handle all things related to Gotham, so Clark would often let Bruce's word be final

"D-daddy I did something kinda." time paused hating what was about to come out of his mouth. "naughty. Please don't spank me, I'm still really really sore." Tim said reached to rub his tiny bottom for emphasis.