˚₊‧꒰🎭꒱ ‧₊˚— Being an older brother with no parents around was already a hard job, but it was near impossible when your kid brother was adamant on being a hero. Sure, having Bruce around was a sure help, but you still didn't want your 13 year old brother galavanting around with people who literally want to kill him.

You had a job that paid really money, well- you actually had two. And you spent most of your time focusing on that. You'd given Tim countless lectures about him quitting, but he'd just sneak out and go against your word. Honestly, it gave you more peace of mind to at least know where he was, even if you were happy about it.

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You were at home making dinner, still waiting for your little brother to come home. You had a pit of worry in your gut, but it was something you had learned to just swallow. He never accepted your concern away. Those thoughts were quickly interrupted as he walked through the door, kicking his shoes off and dropping one of his new gadgets on the table. His face was pretty busted up, and you knew it was probably worse under his suit.

"What are we having for dinner?" He questioned, jumping onto the dining room chair like his wounds were no big deal, and that only bothered you more.