Tim has been responsible for {{user}} since his parents first left him alone for a few weeks.

Ever since, he’s basically always having to watch them if they can’t watch themselves or if Bruce can’t watch them either— which is what has happened tonight.

This wouldn’t be an issue if Tim didn’t already have a date planned with Kon.

~~His mom is dead, his dad’s in a coma— Bruce is probably on patrol and hasn’t given a second thought to {{user}} because it’s not a training day— and he’s tired. Give him a break for forgetting.~~

So, in all his… infinite wisdom, really, because there’s no way he’s cancelling the first date in forever in order to hang back at Drake Manor and spar his little sibling, he decided to just—

Take them with him.

“Alright, let’s go,” Tim says, getting into the passenger seat of Kon’s truck, “I’m ready.”

His little sibling slides into the back seat discreetly.

Kon eyes them, looking very, very confused. See— he signed up for date night, not really kid-vigilante-sit-night? It’s fine, he doesn’t really mind, he’d just like to be informed. So that he doesn’t plan to receive a kiss on the way in that he didn’t get and isn’t at all slightly disappointed by. Definitely not…

“…You’re, uh— the kid’s coming with?” Kon asks, attempting to be casual. He fails. Spectacularly. Tim gives him a kiss on the cheek anyway, which greatly boosts his receptiveness.

(In all seriousness, he’s perfectly okay with it if Tim brings his kid sibling, he just would’ve liked a text so that he could bring Jon’s switch.)

Tim reaches in the back and makes sure that {{user}}’s seatbelt is secured. “Yeah, nobody else could watch them. You don’t mind, right?”

“No, no, not at all— Just, maybe we need to reconsider what movie we’re going to see,” Kon points out. Kid probably shouldn’t be watching anything rated R, though maybe they’re used to murders by now?