FIC: Little Lonely Boy all Wrapped Up
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This one is dedicated to the lovely Neme! Who drew me beautiful pictures! ;A; Here and here.
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Title: Little Lonely Boy - Chapter 3
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Eventual Jason/Tim
Rating: PG
Warnings: sleepy Timmys, fluff, dash of angst
“Master Jason, your room is as you left it. I do hope you will be staying.”
That tone of voice coming from Alfred made Jason feel like he didn’t really have a choice about the matter. He watches the man walk out, presumably to attend to his butlery duties.
Not that he could leave, anyway.
He looks down at the small form of Tim curled up in his lap, head resting in the crook of his neck and a small hand fisted in his shirt. Dick had gone down to the cave to explain things to Bruce and Damian, leaving Jason upstairs with a sleepy boy.
Making a decision, Jason shifted so his arms were under the boy’s neck and knees. He stood, being careful not to jostle him. Once adjusted, Tim seemed to snuffle further into his arms, rubbing his cheek a bit against his chest. The hand holding his shirt tightened, pulling the man even closer.
Jason sighs a bit, but annoyingly enough, he can’t bring himself to be irritated at the kid.
Holding on tightly, Jason makes his way out of the sitting room. He makes it to the stairs when the rest of their twisted little family decides to arrive. They catch sight of him and they all react differently. Bruce is stoic, as always. Damian sneers at him, or at Tim, he can’t quite tell. And Dick starts laughing quietly.
Jason growls at them, then glares fiercely at Dick, “Shut up. He’s sleeping.”
The eldest brother raises his arms in a defensive gesture, his laughs becoming quiet little giggles. Bruce just walks away, off to do whatever, and Damian follows after throwing another glower their way.
Leaving Dick behind, Jason makes his way up to Tim’s room.
He manages to open the door somehow even with his arms full. He walks into Tim’s room and finds himself looking around a bit. It’s clean, organized, and elegant. The complete opposite of Jason, but it suits Tim very well. He goes over to the king-sized bed and attempts to put Tim down on it. Unfortunately, the boy wasn’t letting go.
Jason huffs a bit and mutters, “Damnit, babybird…” Then he brushes a hand over Tim’s face, “Come on, kid. Wake up.”
Tim’s eyes open a fraction, bleary blue peeking out to stare at Jason, “Mm?”
“Come on, I need you to let go so I can get you to bed.”
Tim’s face puckers into a cute little frown, but he releases his grip on Jason. The tall man stands and sets about changing Tim’s clothes. He takes off the shirt and the pants, leaving him in a pair of boxers. He looks around and… There. Alfred left a larger t-shirt on the bed. He takes it and after some wriggling, he’s smoothing it over the boy’s slender form.
He manages to get Tim tucked under the sheets, but as he tries to go, he sees that Tim has a firm grip on his shirt again. He could pry the kid off, but he feels conflicted over possible injuries to the tiny thing that’s asleep on a bed ten times his size.
Thankfully, he closed the door after he came in. So Jason lies next to Tim, on top of the covers. Tim immediately cuddles up to him and Jason twitches. Then he tentatively rests an arm over the boy’s waist.
He’ll just wait until the grip loosens. Then he’ll leave.
_
Jason wakes to the smell of coffee and food. Good food. He blinks the last dregs of sleep from his eyes and looks around.
Tim is lying half on top of him, hands near his face, curled lightly on Jason’s chest. Jason’s on his back, with one arm on Tim’s hips, holding him in place.
He refrains from jumping out of the bed.
Instead, he manages to untangle Tim and tuck him back under the blankets (Jason has no idea how he got so caught in them). He then steps out to head to his room.
It is exactly like he left it. Not that he doubted Alfred, but it’s still kind of a shocker.
He finds clothes on his bed, his size, and he wonders how Alfred got them so fast. He wasn’t aware of any clothes that could fit him in this house. Shaking that thought away, he scoops up the clothes and heads to the bathroom.
After a shower and all such morning rituals, Jason makes his way downstairs. Stepping into the kitchen, he sees Bruce, Dick, and Damian eating breakfast. Alfred places a heaping place in a free space and Jason slides into the seat.
Real food.
Jason mentally rejoices and quickly starts to dig in.
Dick turns to look at Bruce, “So what did Zatanna have to say about that thing that changed Tim?”
Jason looks up, but continues to eat.
Bruce looks morose, “She said it was a “neutral magic of a sort” and its main purpose is to fulfill a desperate wish.”
Everyone, including Damian, stare openly at Bruce.
“Wait, so you’re saying that Tim wanted to be a kid?” Dick looks extremely confused as he speaks.
“Not necessarily. Zatanna said that it was known to fulfill the wishes in odd ways. So it’s possible he wanted something and the artifact thought turning Tim into a child would work best.”
They are all silent for a minute before Jason decides to speak, “So how do we change him back?”
Bruce frowns, “When the person’s desire is achieved, the spell will be broken.”
“…So how do we know what his wish is?” Dick pushes away his plate of food.
Bruce shakes his head, “The only way we might know is if Tim either regains his memories or the spell is broken.”
Jason looks down at his nearly bare plate. He thinks about seeing Tim for the first time in the cave.
How Tim would reach out for him.
How Jason didn’t have any nightmares last night.
Maybe…
Jason shakes his head minutely.
Tim…
This one is dedicated to the lovely Neme! Who drew me beautiful pictures! ;A; Here and here.
GO GAZE UPON THEIR WONDER.
*coughcough* Anyway, enjoy~ <3
Title: Little Lonely Boy - Chapter 3
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Eventual Jason/Tim
Rating: PG
Warnings: sleepy Timmys, fluff, dash of angst
“Master Jason, your room is as you left it. I do hope you will be staying.”
That tone of voice coming from Alfred made Jason feel like he didn’t really have a choice about the matter. He watches the man walk out, presumably to attend to his butlery duties.
Not that he could leave, anyway.
He looks down at the small form of Tim curled up in his lap, head resting in the crook of his neck and a small hand fisted in his shirt. Dick had gone down to the cave to explain things to Bruce and Damian, leaving Jason upstairs with a sleepy boy.
Making a decision, Jason shifted so his arms were under the boy’s neck and knees. He stood, being careful not to jostle him. Once adjusted, Tim seemed to snuffle further into his arms, rubbing his cheek a bit against his chest. The hand holding his shirt tightened, pulling the man even closer.
Jason sighs a bit, but annoyingly enough, he can’t bring himself to be irritated at the kid.
Holding on tightly, Jason makes his way out of the sitting room. He makes it to the stairs when the rest of their twisted little family decides to arrive. They catch sight of him and they all react differently. Bruce is stoic, as always. Damian sneers at him, or at Tim, he can’t quite tell. And Dick starts laughing quietly.
Jason growls at them, then glares fiercely at Dick, “Shut up. He’s sleeping.”
The eldest brother raises his arms in a defensive gesture, his laughs becoming quiet little giggles. Bruce just walks away, off to do whatever, and Damian follows after throwing another glower their way.
Leaving Dick behind, Jason makes his way up to Tim’s room.
He manages to open the door somehow even with his arms full. He walks into Tim’s room and finds himself looking around a bit. It’s clean, organized, and elegant. The complete opposite of Jason, but it suits Tim very well. He goes over to the king-sized bed and attempts to put Tim down on it. Unfortunately, the boy wasn’t letting go.
Jason huffs a bit and mutters, “Damnit, babybird…” Then he brushes a hand over Tim’s face, “Come on, kid. Wake up.”
Tim’s eyes open a fraction, bleary blue peeking out to stare at Jason, “Mm?”
“Come on, I need you to let go so I can get you to bed.”
Tim’s face puckers into a cute little frown, but he releases his grip on Jason. The tall man stands and sets about changing Tim’s clothes. He takes off the shirt and the pants, leaving him in a pair of boxers. He looks around and… There. Alfred left a larger t-shirt on the bed. He takes it and after some wriggling, he’s smoothing it over the boy’s slender form.
He manages to get Tim tucked under the sheets, but as he tries to go, he sees that Tim has a firm grip on his shirt again. He could pry the kid off, but he feels conflicted over possible injuries to the tiny thing that’s asleep on a bed ten times his size.
Thankfully, he closed the door after he came in. So Jason lies next to Tim, on top of the covers. Tim immediately cuddles up to him and Jason twitches. Then he tentatively rests an arm over the boy’s waist.
He’ll just wait until the grip loosens. Then he’ll leave.
_
Jason wakes to the smell of coffee and food. Good food. He blinks the last dregs of sleep from his eyes and looks around.
Tim is lying half on top of him, hands near his face, curled lightly on Jason’s chest. Jason’s on his back, with one arm on Tim’s hips, holding him in place.
He refrains from jumping out of the bed.
Instead, he manages to untangle Tim and tuck him back under the blankets (Jason has no idea how he got so caught in them). He then steps out to head to his room.
It is exactly like he left it. Not that he doubted Alfred, but it’s still kind of a shocker.
He finds clothes on his bed, his size, and he wonders how Alfred got them so fast. He wasn’t aware of any clothes that could fit him in this house. Shaking that thought away, he scoops up the clothes and heads to the bathroom.
After a shower and all such morning rituals, Jason makes his way downstairs. Stepping into the kitchen, he sees Bruce, Dick, and Damian eating breakfast. Alfred places a heaping place in a free space and Jason slides into the seat.
Real food.
Jason mentally rejoices and quickly starts to dig in.
Dick turns to look at Bruce, “So what did Zatanna have to say about that thing that changed Tim?”
Jason looks up, but continues to eat.
Bruce looks morose, “She said it was a “neutral magic of a sort” and its main purpose is to fulfill a desperate wish.”
Everyone, including Damian, stare openly at Bruce.
“Wait, so you’re saying that Tim wanted to be a kid?” Dick looks extremely confused as he speaks.
“Not necessarily. Zatanna said that it was known to fulfill the wishes in odd ways. So it’s possible he wanted something and the artifact thought turning Tim into a child would work best.”
They are all silent for a minute before Jason decides to speak, “So how do we change him back?”
Bruce frowns, “When the person’s desire is achieved, the spell will be broken.”
“…So how do we know what his wish is?” Dick pushes away his plate of food.
Bruce shakes his head, “The only way we might know is if Tim either regains his memories or the spell is broken.”
Jason looks down at his nearly bare plate. He thinks about seeing Tim for the first time in the cave.
How Tim would reach out for him.
How Jason didn’t have any nightmares last night.
Maybe…
Jason shakes his head minutely.
Tim…