‘Well this wasn’t ideal’ Tim thought to himself.
Bright green eyes stared up at him and Tim blinks back. He looks down the alley and back behind him. No one. No parents calling for a lost child. No stroller just laying around. No clues to help him figure out where this child- toddler came from.
He looks back down and the kid is making grabby hands at him now. He’s not even Red Robin right now, he just needed to grab some food on the way home.
The white hair is suspicious, as is the slight green glow coming off the child, but what’s really bothering him is those toxic eyes that remind him a little too much of Jason’s when the Pit Madness gets to him.
Tim contemplates picking up the kid. Should he just call Bruce? He wasn’t really in the position to be- oh, the kid floats.
Apparently the boy got impatient and decided to go to Tim. That’s fine. Everything is totally normal. He sees this on a daily basis.
He adjusts the carry out bag in his hand to accommodate the pint sized child settling into his arms like they did this all the time. The boy weighs… nothing. Literally like holding a balloon. He has to wrap his arms tighter so the child doesn’t fly away.
The boy doesn’t respond except to snuggle closer, shoving his face into Tim’s neck like he wants to merge together.
“O-kay… where are your parents?” Is the logical question.
Tim knew the child was young, but he could still talk, right? How old was he? Like two? Three?
Maybe he should try an easier question.
“So my name’s Tim. What’s yours?”
He looks down and gets a face full of white hair for his trouble. He blows it away from his mouth and looks around again. Who was he kidding? This was a meta kid that was probably dumped in a dirty ally and might get trafficked if Tim doesn’t-
Did he just-? Did this toddler just bite him? On the neck? That liquid running down to soak into his collar was most definitely his blood.
Shit, is this a vampire child? Is he gonna turn into a vampire now?
Best bet is to get back to his Nest and wait it out, see what happens.
Oh. Good. The kid fell asleep.
It didn’t take long to get back to his safe place with a strange glowing child clinging to him and blood sticking to his skin.
His internal panic was to the point he was calm and rather collected. Tim had no other problems setting the toddler down on the couch for the rest of his surprise nap and head to the bathroom to wipe off the blood from his neck wound made by little baby fangs. They were actually kinda cute if he didn’t think about the fact they were used against him.
Tim casually ate his take out while watching the kid doze out the corner of his eye. That’s probably the only reason he witnessed what he did.
A bright white light engulfed the toddler suddenly, and after blinking several times he was convinced he was still blinded by the light show. The boy now had black hair like his and a healthy complexion, any hint of glowing gone.
The kid squirms in protest and then slowly blinks open very familiar blue eyes. Wait a minute. Did his face change too? Minute details seemed to have shifted just a bit to look more like… well, Tim.
Blue eyes meet matching blue eyes. They blink at each other.
Then the toddler sees his fork full of Chinese noodles hovering in the air where he froze. The boy slips off the couch and totters over. Clumsily, he climbs up into Tim’s lap (with no help from the vigilante) and sits down with a huff. An itty bitty hand grabs his own and pulls the fork until the boy can eat his food.
And then they proceed to have a little disagreement about who’s food this actually was. Spoiler: they compromised and shared the container. It wasn’t like Tim was going to eat all of it anyway, it was a reasonable and mature decision not at all swayed by the cute pout and angry eyebrows.
Turns out the kid isn’t a vampire, he was just taking a sample to copy, because that’s the only reasonable explanation. That’s the good news. In other news, Tim is a dad now to a toddler that now shares DNA with him.
After thinking through a thorough plan on the kid’s soon to be identity and paperwork and an airtight background story to tell Bruce and the rest of the crazies, Tim does what he should have done thirty minutes ago. He calls Kon.