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Tim wasn’t going to lie, he could spend days in his room without leaving or getting bored. He’d done it time and time again, and this time would be not different.
...or so he thought.
You see, all of Gotham City was on lockdown, quarantined in their houses until April first. And... given that it was mid March... well they had a while to go, and the worst part: this was only the first day of the Gotham Quarantine.
And Tim... oh Tim. He was bored.
He rolled over on to his back, body stretched out over the bed with it’s rumpled sheets and faded coffee stains. Yes, he is one of those people who drinks coffee in bed and then proceeds to fall asleep mid-sip and spill it everywhere. Come at him. (Plz don’t).
He held his phone up in the air, well aware of the risk he was taking of dropping it on his face, and opened Tik Tok.
The first video he saw was of a guy in the hospital, mask covering his face, doing the Renegade as his doctor watched, disappointment clear on his face.
Tim liked it and moved on.
...wait a minute.
...... wait a m i n u t e.
He knew what he needed to do to fix his boredom and the boredom of quarantined citizens across the world.
Wayne Family Tik Tok.
A sly smirk covered his face as he began making the account that would cure his boredom until April first, and probably well after it.
Tim’s feet flew down the steps into the Batcave, phone in hand, ready to pitch the idea to Dick and Jason, who were down there sparring.
...or so he thought.
Instead, he saw Dick, dressed up as Nightwing, Jason in the full leather and helmet, guns strapped to his thighs, and Bruce in the cape and cowl, all arguing heatedly.
He cocked his head to the side and opened up his camera the second he realized what was going on.
He clicked record the second he could, not wanting to miss a second of this amazing content. Screw the Wayne Tik Tok account. Tim was going to be introducing the world to the Batfam.
Two hours later, Tim was in his room, watching his phone light up with likes and comments on his new account, RobinsandtheBat.
He couldn’t help but smile a bit as he opened the one and only video he’d posted, which had over 2,000 likes already.
It depicted Nightwing and Red Hood, standing next to each other, obviously angry. “THE ENTIRE CITY IS ON QUARANTINE, B. WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE STILL HAVE TO PATROL?” Nightwing yelled, sounding desperate. Red Hood nodded along, arms crossed.
And Batman... poor Batman. He put his head in his hands, rubbing all the way down his face before looking at the other two vigilantes. “This is Gotham, the fucking coronavirus isn’t going to stop crime.”
Red Hood’s shoulders straightened, “Well neither is an idiot in a bat costume, Bats. Come on, just ONE movie night!?”
“No.”
And the comments section... ohhhhh, the comments section. His favorites so far read:
“Wait... is this the actual Batclan??? ON TIK TOK??”
“Wow, that’s one helluva cosplay. Good job guys.”
“IS THAT THE BATCAVE”
“Is Batman a strict dad? Evidence says yes.”
“Let them have their movie night, Bats, come on.”
“Batman says fuck.”
Suffice it to say, Tim was having a great time.
Tim was a planner. He planned everything. And therefore, he had a plan for how the next video would go down.
Oh it would go down, alright.
In fucking history.