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Tim was silently observing Dick flip through a book filled with pictures of each Robin in their youth. He did not point out how Dick was very obviously skipping the pages with pictures of Jason in his early Robin days.
The sound of footsteps coming downstairs echoed through the manor as Dick was cooing over what was not a particularly flattering picture of Tim from kindergarten.
“Grayson. Whatever is causing this onslaught of noise, cease at once. It is disturbing my peace.” Dick looked up at Damian with a large smile.
“We’re looking at baby photos! It’s a shame Talia never told B about you until recently, I would’ve loved to see you as a squishy assassin baby.” Damian looked at Dick for a moment, seemingly pondering something.
“I can acquire these ‘baby photos’ if that is something that is required in this family.”
Tim knew the Al Ghuls much more than he wanted to, and they were not the type of people to keep memories. They were ninjas, right? If Talia had any photos of Damian from before he came to Gotham, they were likely of assassin-ninja things, like getting his first sword. Still, pictures of a baby with a sword are better than no pictures.
“No offense, Dami, but Talia doesn’t seem like the baby book kind of person.”
“Tt. I did not mean my mother. After my brother was brought out of the Lazarus pit he was given a few old cameras in an attempt to make him focus on something not harmful to himself and settle down. He took a lot of photos of our family during his training.”
“Your what?” When did Bruce get here? Also, Damian’s what?
Tim did not expect Damian to actually follow through with getting the photos. He also did not expect for them to be acquired without air travel. Didn’t the Al Ghuls still live in Nanda Parbat? Wasn’t Nanda Parbat in India?
“Drake, Father, Grayson. I broke into my brother’s safe house during his patrol and obtained the requested photos. I believe these should suffice for your ‘baby books.’”
Bruce looked at Damian absolutely flabbergasted.
“Damian, you broke into someone’s hou- Your brother lives in Gotham? There is a trained member of the League of Assassins in Gotham and you didn’t think to tell me? What did I tell you about withholding crucial information like this? This could be a serious threat-“
“Bruce.” In all of Tim’s Robin career, he had never seen that many conflicting emotions on Dick’s face at once. He was staring at one of the pictures and holyshitisthatjasontoddwhatthehell-
“Bruce. You need to see this.”
Dick was holding a photo of Jason Todd (Oh my Gotham it’s actually Jason Todd and he’s alive and Tim can actually meet him and this could be the greatest thing ever and-) holding up a baby Damian like in The Lion King , red smear on his forehead (best not to think about if it’s blood or not) and a very tired and unamused Ra’s Al Ghul at the head of a meeting table staring at the two of them.
“Todd got quite skilled with timers and placement, and he managed to get a few shots like this one. I believe it was a ploy to convince my grandfather to watch the movie with us.”
Dick started screaming. Actually screaming. A tear from Bruce fell on the photo (Bruce was crying?!? What in the dynamic duo-) Tim was too star-struck by the fact that his favorite Robin (sorry Dick) shared his love for photography. And he was alive and in Gotham.
“Damian, I need to meet your brother. For photography stuff. Yeah. Please.”
“I can set up a meeting here tomorrow, he is already aware of our identities so it poses no threat to have him here.”
Tim may pass out. Bruce already did, and Tim was very close to doing the same. That was Jason Todd, standing in front of him, looking directly at him. Jason patted Damian’s head and spoke.
“You steal Robin, I steal photography.”