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Tim stood in front of the manor with his arms crossed and eyes narrowed.
“You can go now,” Tim said evenly, trying to channel his mother
His uncle stared at him.
Tim was rather glad his dad got the smart genes. Green Lantern was a god damn idiot. Tim had seen this man spill ketchup on his jacket and then try to convince John Constatine to magic it away. He had also seen this man taunt Batman. Not in a good Robin way. Or even in his own ‘get some fucking sleep you asshole before you kill yourself’ way. No. This was a death wish kind of way.
“Listen kid, I can’t in good conscious let you stay here alone,” He tried to reason
Tim raised an eyebrow.
His uncle raised and eyebrow in return. He kinda looked like his dad, if Tim was being honest. Tim already had a DNA sample to run down in the cave tonight from when he touched Tim’s bus pass. Tim for sure trusted his guts and smarts when it came to connecting dots on cases, but this was a little more personal. Hell this was Green Lantern who is his uncle who should be dead.
“I’m staying with a reliable guardian,” Tim lied, “Do you want to wait until they get here?”
Hal hesitated.
“Yes. I would feel better meeting whoever this is.”
Tim nodded sharply and walked into the manor.
He tried not to preen when his face was full of shock at the huge manor. Tim had to focus. It was time to initiate the Plan. It had like sixteen steps, two contingences, and one fail safe. He didn’t want to use the fail safe. The fail safe involved using fake tears against Bruce, and watching Batman beat the shit out of Green Lantern. That would be such a mess to clean up.
His mother always did teach him to take the easier and cleaner ways.
Tim pointed to the main foyer for guests.
“My guardian should be here, they must’ve ran out for errands, you can wait there,” Tim said, lying easily
Hal nodded, hands fidgeting with the ring on his hand. Tim’s eyes narrowed in on it. A Green Lantern ring. Tim had read all the files that Bruce had on them, but they were surprisingly sparse, something about legalities with space cops. Tim had zoned out the second Bruce said he didn’t know anything else.
This was the closest Tim had ever been to one outside a Justice League meeting that he dragged Bruce to.
His fingers twitched.
It would be an easy steal.
Pretend to trip.
Grab and apologize.
Tim shook his head.
He had to focus.
“I’m going to call them, feel free to walk around or whatever,” Tim said, walking away from the man that should be dead, that his father told him was dead
He walked through the twisting halls and rooms of the manor, speedwalking to the kitchen, skateboard in hand. He couldn’t call Dick, Dick knew Wally, Wally half lives with Barry, and Green Lantern and Flash have been having a thing for as long as time knew. Oh god that was his uncle. Eugh. Tim doesn’t know if he can look at Barry Allen in the eyes again.
He couldn’t call Bruce. That was the number one veto.
Couldn’t call anyone from Young Justice. Too young. No one from Titans because they know Wally.
Silena? Too recognizable.
Maybe he could ask Ives to borrow his mom?
Tim dropped his stuff on the kitchen island, exhaling shakily now that he was far enough away from his uncle.
Tim had to focus. What did he know? Okay. Okay. He knew that his dad hid his last name when he took the last name Drake. He did this because he’s actually the older brother of Hal Jordan aka Green lantern. They had to have cut ties because of risk of identity exposure, and clearly the man didn’t know Tim’s dad was dead. Tim fakes bringing this man, who is alive, back to life legally under a different last name. Tim got brought into GCPD. A police officer called the number under his guardianship papers that should’ve been a dead line.
It wasn’t.
Hal Jordan answered.
And showed up.
Tim shot up.
Helena. Helena owed him a few favors. Tim frantically opened his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he saw the picture of a purple shooting star he had taken when the skies of Gotham were as clear as day during No Man’s Land.
The phone rang twice before picking up.
“I’m calling in one of my favors,” Tim said hurriedly
“Okay,” Helena said, the sound of arrows shooting from her crossbow followed, “What do you need?”
Tim eyed the window over the sink, where in the distance he could see Wayne Manor.
“How fast can you get to Bristol?”