Fic: Night Night
Title: Night night
Disclaimer: don’t own, wish I did
Series: Side story to Robins of Gotham. other partsOther parts here.
Summary: Christmas night and all’s not completely well in Wayne Manor.
The sound wasn’t uncommon. In fact, it was nearly as much a pre-requisite of the manor, as chocolate chip cookies after patrol. Occasionally all of them would do it in a single night. There was a system to what happened afterwards. Alfred would wake Bruce; Bruce, Dick; and when both were in the manor at the same time; Dick, Tim. Until now
Dick had awoken to the overly familiar whimper…whimper…cry out. Well not exactly woken up, as he hadn’t quite managed to fall asleep yet. He’d been going over the day’s events. None of them had expected Tim and Jason to show up for Christmas. It was a pleasant surprise, even if Dick hadn’t appreciated Jason flirting with Barbara.
He got out of bed and wandered to Tim’s door, stopping when he noticed Jason beat him in.
“Hey,” Jason carefully shook Tim. He really didn’t want to not explain a black eye in the morning. “You awake?”
“No, I’m completely asleep,” Tim voice shook. Jason settled next to Tim and carded his hand through Tim’s hair.
“Getting shaggy,” Jason teased. “Gonna get a mullet.”
“Have to schedule a haircut,” Tim shuddered.
“Want to talk?” Jason offered.
“Same one,” Tim replied dismissively.
“Well, we’re back in Gotham,” Jason smirked. “Can get a whole new crop.”
“Gonna kill ‘em for me?” Tim yawned. Jason slipped beneath the covers.
“Kill ‘em dead,” Jason nodded.
“Fuck Jay, your feet are cold,” Tim growled. “What happened to the slippers I bought you?”
“Forgot them,” Jason replied.
“Bastard,” Tim swore. “Comfortable?” Jason made a show of wiggling around.
“Could use another blanket,” Jason shrugged.
“Then get one,” Tim rolled his eyes.
“My feet’ll get cold,” Jason replied innocently.
“Whatever,” Tim shook his head. “Forgot how big this place was. One of our hotel rooms could fit in this room alone.”
“Forgot how big the beds are,” Jason replied. “Go to sleep munchkin.” Tim punched him in the shoulder.
“Don’t,” Tim yawned widely. “Snore.”
“Never,” Jason yawned back, “do.” He carded his fingers through Tim’s hair a couple more times, before succumbing, finally, to sleep, Tim not too far behind.
Dick watched, making sure both were asleep, Tim curled up facing the edge with one hand gripping the birdarang beneath his pillow and Jason sprawled on his back, both feet on Tim’s calves, one arm under his pillow and one spread across Tim. He grabbed a spare blanket and spread it over the two, tucking them in before heading back to his own bed for some reason, feeling somewhat melancholy.
*comments and concrit appreciated and welcome.*
Disclaimer: don’t own, wish I did
Series: Side story to Robins of Gotham. other partsOther parts here.
Summary: Christmas night and all’s not completely well in Wayne Manor.
The sound wasn’t uncommon. In fact, it was nearly as much a pre-requisite of the manor, as chocolate chip cookies after patrol. Occasionally all of them would do it in a single night. There was a system to what happened afterwards. Alfred would wake Bruce; Bruce, Dick; and when both were in the manor at the same time; Dick, Tim. Until now
Dick had awoken to the overly familiar whimper…whimper…cry out. Well not exactly woken up, as he hadn’t quite managed to fall asleep yet. He’d been going over the day’s events. None of them had expected Tim and Jason to show up for Christmas. It was a pleasant surprise, even if Dick hadn’t appreciated Jason flirting with Barbara.
He got out of bed and wandered to Tim’s door, stopping when he noticed Jason beat him in.
“Hey,” Jason carefully shook Tim. He really didn’t want to not explain a black eye in the morning. “You awake?”
“No, I’m completely asleep,” Tim voice shook. Jason settled next to Tim and carded his hand through Tim’s hair.
“Getting shaggy,” Jason teased. “Gonna get a mullet.”
“Have to schedule a haircut,” Tim shuddered.
“Want to talk?” Jason offered.
“Same one,” Tim replied dismissively.
“Well, we’re back in Gotham,” Jason smirked. “Can get a whole new crop.”
“Gonna kill ‘em for me?” Tim yawned. Jason slipped beneath the covers.
“Kill ‘em dead,” Jason nodded.
“Fuck Jay, your feet are cold,” Tim growled. “What happened to the slippers I bought you?”
“Forgot them,” Jason replied.
“Bastard,” Tim swore. “Comfortable?” Jason made a show of wiggling around.
“Could use another blanket,” Jason shrugged.
“Then get one,” Tim rolled his eyes.
“My feet’ll get cold,” Jason replied innocently.
“Whatever,” Tim shook his head. “Forgot how big this place was. One of our hotel rooms could fit in this room alone.”
“Forgot how big the beds are,” Jason replied. “Go to sleep munchkin.” Tim punched him in the shoulder.
“Don’t,” Tim yawned widely. “Snore.”
“Never,” Jason yawned back, “do.” He carded his fingers through Tim’s hair a couple more times, before succumbing, finally, to sleep, Tim not too far behind.
Dick watched, making sure both were asleep, Tim curled up facing the edge with one hand gripping the birdarang beneath his pillow and Jason sprawled on his back, both feet on Tim’s calves, one arm under his pillow and one spread across Tim. He grabbed a spare blanket and spread it over the two, tucking them in before heading back to his own bed for some reason, feeling somewhat melancholy.
*comments and concrit appreciated and welcome.*