Cameron was incredibly proud of himself. He was taking on the role as the next Robin, the sixth Robin. He knew he had quite the legacy to live up to. His uncle Damian had given up the role of Robin, moving on to pursue his own hero name.

Tim and Conner were both proud of their son, although Conner was a bit more reserved at showing these feelings. Tim was just as awkward, but didn't let his small smiles go unnoticed by the young boy. 10 years old and he was already taking on the role of a Robin, not that it really bothered him. Of course, this was a young start but all the Robins had had quite the young start.

Cameron had spent days working on his suit by himself, rejecting any offer of help from his father and his former Robin uncles. He sat at his desk in the workshop, focusing intently on just finishing his suit so he could go out on patrol with them. He would be just like them, the best Robin he could be!

It was days before he came out, having not eaten or slept at all. Dick wasn't even sure how the kid managed to survive, but if anyone could Tim's son would be the one to. Tim would do the same thing, still did even now. Sometimes he and Jason would have to take turns going to feed him before the little bird would just forget about the concept of eating and drinking completely.

When Cameron walked out of the workshop, his black hair messy and disheveled, looking like a walking corpse, the former Robins weren't sure if they were relieved or worried. The young boy looked up at his uncles and his father with wide eyes, shining bright and blue with excitement. "I finished the suit."

That was the last thing he said before he fell asleep on the spot, falling surprisingly gracefully into Tim's open arms. The next day, after sleeping almost the whole day and only being awake to stuff his face with food, Cameron was suited up and ready to go. His suit resembled Tim's, the red shirt with black sleeves, the black pants and boots. It looked good on him. He looked good as a Robin.

Standing in the main room with the four males examining him was surprisingly nerve wracking, but he waited patiently for any sort of reaction. "It suits you." His fathers words made him grin and the surprising look of approval he received from Damian made his grin grow even wider. "Pants are always a good choice."

Dick and Jason however, had different opinions. Of course they agreed that the little minibird was suited to being a Robin, but they'd been forced into the underwear suit and part of them wanted to make Cameron suffer through that too. "You chose pants." Dick said, face carefully passive as he glanced at Jason who shared the same look of carefully hidden emotion.

"I..did.." Cameron said slowly, hesitantly. He didn't like the glint in his uncles eyes. "Alright, let's go on patrol." Without another word, Dick and Jason led their nephew on patrol.

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"Uncle Jason!" Tim heard Cameron's loud voice from the other room, peeking inside the room curiously to see what was the problem. He looked inside to see his son red faced and his pants down to his ankles. In front of him, Dick and Jason were laughing. "Now you look like us when we were Robins."

Tim slowly went back into the room. He did not need to involve himself in whatever scheme his brothers were planning. Cameron could handle this himself, he was a growing boy after all. He just hoped they didn't accidentally take it too far.

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This went on for several weeks, on and off mission. He could be walking through the main room and suddenly his pants would be down. He could be about to jump off a rooftop and suddenly his pants would be down. It never failed. His pants would always, somehow end up at his ankles.

After nearly a month and a half, he finally gave up.

The former Robin's were gathered in the main room, the see through screen of their computer pulled up as they discussed their current case. "And from there we-" Dick cut himself off as he began to snicker, a wide smirk across his lips.

There stood his nephew in the classic green Robin bottoms. It was underwear, who was he kidding? Jason smirked as well, looking like he was having difficult not laughing at his nephew. Tim and Damian simply stared wide eyed at the Red faced pre teen.

"Ya happy? I gave up on the pants thing." Jason couldn't take it anymore. He and Dick held onto each other for support as they both burst into loud laughter. "You changed." Damian commented simply and Tim nodded in silent agreement of some sort, one Cameron didn't quite understand.

Cameron continued to wear the underwear during his next two years of Robin. Every attempt to return to wearing pants ended up with them around his ankles. His only hope was this didn't end up way more embarrassing in the future than it was now.