Fic: All Jay's Fault
Title: All Jay’s Fault
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of it, wish I did
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Tim, Dick, Jay
Series: Robin’s of Gotham. Other parts here.
Summary: It’s all Jay’s fault
A/N: A thousand and one thanks to pervyficgirl for beta’ing this for me.
"This is all your fault," Dick announced, glaring at his two brothers, and leaning into Jay's hug, the aftershocks of the most recent nightmare fading slowly from his system.
"I'd ask how but I'm afraid you'd answer me." Jay rolled his eyes. "Scoot over and deal. big brother."
"Both of you be quiet, and Dick, you can tell us how it's Jay's fault in the morning." Tim yawned. "Hopefully Kon'll be back so I can skip the explanation."
Dick huffily scooted into the middle of his bed, allowing both his brothers to take either side, reluctantly disengaging from Jay's warm embrace. He lay down, and Tim and Jay had a silent conversation before sliding in to either side of him with practiced ease. Dick missed that ease that he'd had with Tim.
"Why are both of you sleeping here?" Dick demanded crankily. He was fine on his own. A few minor nightmares and his brothers overreacted.
"We said so," Tim replied. "Jay, if you put your freezing cold feet on me again!"
"I'll put them on Dick," Jay promised, holding up his hand. "Scouts' honor."
"You were never a scout, and I don't want them," Dick grumbled. "Keep them to yourself." He didn't need protectors or bedmates just because of a few minor screaming nightmares.
"Already promised to put them on you, big brother." Jay smirked. "Teach you not to let us know when you're having nightmares."
"I was working through them fine," Dick replied. He had been. He really had been, it wasn't his fault Roy was off dealing with some Legionnaires causing trouble.
"Sure you were. Didn't therapy teach you sharing is caring?" Jay poked Dick in the ribs, tickling him. Tim sighed and moved to the side as Jay and Dick commenced with a tickle war. He frowned when the flailing knocked him off the bed.
"Jay! Stop tickling Dick and can we get some sleep?" Tim snapped, glaring up at them from the floor.
"Geeze, why're you always blaming me?" Jay grumbled. "Dick was helping.
"You started it," Tim replied grumpily. Dick reassumed his place in the middle of the bed, with Jay on his left and Tim on his right. Jay flung an arm around him, and Tim curled up into his back, a comfortably warm presence. Dick smiled, and then yelped when Jay rested his feet on Dick's legs.
"Told you his feet are cold," Tim muttered sleepily. "Night. Don't have bad dreams."
"I'll try not to," Dick answered. "Try not to either."
"I won't." Tim wrapped and arm around Dick's waist and fell asleep quickly. Dick relaxed at the soft steady breathing of both of his brothers, slowly letting the last of the nightmares drift away.
"Jay, love you like a brother, so get that away from me." Dick rolled his eyes, feeling his brother's morning wood digging into his hip. He would have rolled away himself but Tim was still curled up at his back and he didn't want to wake Tim up.
"Wouldn't waste it on you anyway." Jay smirked at Dick, getting up to use the restroom to take care of business. "Got a much better man to use it on."
"If you hurt Joey, Jay!" Dick called towards Jay's retreating back.
"Yeah yeah, you'll hurt me." Jay shrugged.
"No, his sister will do that anyway," Dick replied. "And if he hurts you…'
"You'd threaten an old teammate for me?" Jay asked, turning around and blinking a little.
"You're my brother." Dick shrugged.
"Yeah." Jay smiled quickly.
"Dammit Jay, was having a nice dream." Tim yawned. "Why'd you have to go and wake me up?"
"Because I'm a healthy male? And Dick's a prude," Jay replied. "Now if you'll leave me alone, I got some business to take care of."
"Go, take care of your business.” Tim rolled his eyes, burrowing into the blankets. "Let a poor man sleep."
Dick yawned and stretched, getting up from the bed, and leaving Tim to curl into the warm spot left by the brothers, tossing the blanket over Tim's head, and smiling at the squawk of protest that came from the covered up Robin. He sighed when he realized Jay was using his bathroom, and he'd have to use the main boy's bathroom instead. "Gods, Jay, don't wave that at me!" Jay flipped Dick off with his free hand while Dick grabbed his toiletries.
Walking to the other bathroom Dick sighed, covering a yawn with the back of his hand. Jay was an ass. But he knew that already. He hated using the main bathroom, it wasn't his, and he'd have to redo all his settings on his own bathroom because he knew Jay would screw them up. And he hadn't needed the intervention the previous night. Not every week long set of nightmares needed intervention
He relaxed into the shower before squawking as the hot water went icy cold. Damned plumbing. Jay must've used the toilet. Cold water was not a good thing in the middle of his shower. Damned Jay. He reached down to start relieving his own morning tension when Tim sleepily walked into the room, and started brushing his teeth.
"Tim!" Dick frowned.
"Jay's using the toilet," Tim yawned widely. "Finish your shower." Dick sighed, what the blast of cold water hadn't destroyed, Tim in the bathroom had. This was all Jay's fault. He sighed and finished his shower while Tim brushed his teeth and washed his face before wandering out back to his own room, yawning sleepily the whole way. Tim was slow to wake up in family situation. Not usually this slow but…
"Slowest when he's slept with family," Jay muttered from behind Dick, watching Tim turn into his room. Dick frowned at Jay.
"Not used to Tim being this slow to wake up, I'll bet," Jay observed nonchalantly, leaning against the wall. "Borrowed your sweatpants."
"Thanks for asking," Dick grumped.
"You're welcome." Jay grinned. "Don't make us do this again. Your bed is big and all, but I like my mornings to be slower."
"Jay, I love you like a brother, so shut up?" Dick requested. Jay just laughed and continued to his own room, leaving Dick in peace for a bit.
*comments and criticism are welcome, appreciated and taken into consideration*
Disclaimer: Don’t own any of it, wish I did
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Tim, Dick, Jay
Series: Robin’s of Gotham. Other parts here.
Summary: It’s all Jay’s fault
A/N: A thousand and one thanks to pervyficgirl for beta’ing this for me.
"This is all your fault," Dick announced, glaring at his two brothers, and leaning into Jay's hug, the aftershocks of the most recent nightmare fading slowly from his system.
"I'd ask how but I'm afraid you'd answer me." Jay rolled his eyes. "Scoot over and deal. big brother."
"Both of you be quiet, and Dick, you can tell us how it's Jay's fault in the morning." Tim yawned. "Hopefully Kon'll be back so I can skip the explanation."
Dick huffily scooted into the middle of his bed, allowing both his brothers to take either side, reluctantly disengaging from Jay's warm embrace. He lay down, and Tim and Jay had a silent conversation before sliding in to either side of him with practiced ease. Dick missed that ease that he'd had with Tim.
"Why are both of you sleeping here?" Dick demanded crankily. He was fine on his own. A few minor nightmares and his brothers overreacted.
"We said so," Tim replied. "Jay, if you put your freezing cold feet on me again!"
"I'll put them on Dick," Jay promised, holding up his hand. "Scouts' honor."
"You were never a scout, and I don't want them," Dick grumbled. "Keep them to yourself." He didn't need protectors or bedmates just because of a few minor screaming nightmares.
"Already promised to put them on you, big brother." Jay smirked. "Teach you not to let us know when you're having nightmares."
"I was working through them fine," Dick replied. He had been. He really had been, it wasn't his fault Roy was off dealing with some Legionnaires causing trouble.
"Sure you were. Didn't therapy teach you sharing is caring?" Jay poked Dick in the ribs, tickling him. Tim sighed and moved to the side as Jay and Dick commenced with a tickle war. He frowned when the flailing knocked him off the bed.
"Jay! Stop tickling Dick and can we get some sleep?" Tim snapped, glaring up at them from the floor.
"Geeze, why're you always blaming me?" Jay grumbled. "Dick was helping.
"You started it," Tim replied grumpily. Dick reassumed his place in the middle of the bed, with Jay on his left and Tim on his right. Jay flung an arm around him, and Tim curled up into his back, a comfortably warm presence. Dick smiled, and then yelped when Jay rested his feet on Dick's legs.
"Told you his feet are cold," Tim muttered sleepily. "Night. Don't have bad dreams."
"I'll try not to," Dick answered. "Try not to either."
"I won't." Tim wrapped and arm around Dick's waist and fell asleep quickly. Dick relaxed at the soft steady breathing of both of his brothers, slowly letting the last of the nightmares drift away.
"Jay, love you like a brother, so get that away from me." Dick rolled his eyes, feeling his brother's morning wood digging into his hip. He would have rolled away himself but Tim was still curled up at his back and he didn't want to wake Tim up.
"Wouldn't waste it on you anyway." Jay smirked at Dick, getting up to use the restroom to take care of business. "Got a much better man to use it on."
"If you hurt Joey, Jay!" Dick called towards Jay's retreating back.
"Yeah yeah, you'll hurt me." Jay shrugged.
"No, his sister will do that anyway," Dick replied. "And if he hurts you…'
"You'd threaten an old teammate for me?" Jay asked, turning around and blinking a little.
"You're my brother." Dick shrugged.
"Yeah." Jay smiled quickly.
"Dammit Jay, was having a nice dream." Tim yawned. "Why'd you have to go and wake me up?"
"Because I'm a healthy male? And Dick's a prude," Jay replied. "Now if you'll leave me alone, I got some business to take care of."
"Go, take care of your business.” Tim rolled his eyes, burrowing into the blankets. "Let a poor man sleep."
Dick yawned and stretched, getting up from the bed, and leaving Tim to curl into the warm spot left by the brothers, tossing the blanket over Tim's head, and smiling at the squawk of protest that came from the covered up Robin. He sighed when he realized Jay was using his bathroom, and he'd have to use the main boy's bathroom instead. "Gods, Jay, don't wave that at me!" Jay flipped Dick off with his free hand while Dick grabbed his toiletries.
Walking to the other bathroom Dick sighed, covering a yawn with the back of his hand. Jay was an ass. But he knew that already. He hated using the main bathroom, it wasn't his, and he'd have to redo all his settings on his own bathroom because he knew Jay would screw them up. And he hadn't needed the intervention the previous night. Not every week long set of nightmares needed intervention
He relaxed into the shower before squawking as the hot water went icy cold. Damned plumbing. Jay must've used the toilet. Cold water was not a good thing in the middle of his shower. Damned Jay. He reached down to start relieving his own morning tension when Tim sleepily walked into the room, and started brushing his teeth.
"Tim!" Dick frowned.
"Jay's using the toilet," Tim yawned widely. "Finish your shower." Dick sighed, what the blast of cold water hadn't destroyed, Tim in the bathroom had. This was all Jay's fault. He sighed and finished his shower while Tim brushed his teeth and washed his face before wandering out back to his own room, yawning sleepily the whole way. Tim was slow to wake up in family situation. Not usually this slow but…
"Slowest when he's slept with family," Jay muttered from behind Dick, watching Tim turn into his room. Dick frowned at Jay.
"Not used to Tim being this slow to wake up, I'll bet," Jay observed nonchalantly, leaning against the wall. "Borrowed your sweatpants."
"Thanks for asking," Dick grumped.
"You're welcome." Jay grinned. "Don't make us do this again. Your bed is big and all, but I like my mornings to be slower."
"Jay, I love you like a brother, so shut up?" Dick requested. Jay just laughed and continued to his own room, leaving Dick in peace for a bit.
*comments and criticism are welcome, appreciated and taken into consideration*