A/N: I don't own Batman/DC or really anything except ideas.

Insomnia:

Red Hood cursed under his breath as he paused for the tenth time that morning. Standing on the edge of Wayne Tower, he tapped the side of his helmet, he changed the lenses from night vision to thermal. He registered the small bodies of heat, none of which was his target. He dismissed the owls and rats. Wrong vermin, he snarked to himself.

"Oh Jay, have you seen Tim? He hasn't been around. We're worried about him..."

"Oh gosh golly Dick, no I haven't, but as the awesome brother that I am, would you like me to take the time out of my night to search for him?"

"Oh Jay, you're the best."

"'Tis nothing but my brotherly duty."

"Is that how you remember it? Cause I am pretty sure I remember it differently—-"

Jason started violently at the sound of Nightwing butting into his re-enactment. He retorted with a string of descriptive expletives that had Nightwing gasping in horror.

"If Agent A could hear you now..."

"Then I guess it's a good thing he can't, isn't it?"

"Isn't what, Master Hood?"

"Gah—" Jason flushed under his helmet at getting caught red hooded by the unflappable British butler who also doubles as the grandfather in their patchwork family.

"I do thank you for putting in the efforts to track down our way word Red Robin."

"Uh, yeah sure, A. Don't mention it."

Recognizing he had dithered on that particular roof long enough, Red Hood checked the interactive map provided by Oracle with all the known haunts of Red Robin's against the layer of places already checked. He narrowed his eyes at the realizing of a building suspiciously missing a mark.

"Are you kidding...?"

"What was that Master Hood?"

"Ah, nothing, A. I remembered some place that I hadn't checked it. I'll report in if it pans out."

"Understood."

"Keep us informed Jay."

"No names over comms, Dickface."

"You started it!"

"I didn't realize I was being stalked!"

"Not my fault you talk to yourself."

Red Hood growled as he tapped the area near his ear, cutting off transmissions from Nightwing. Pulling out his grapple, he aimed carefully before he set off on his new path. Swinging through the air was a rush that was unlike anything else he experienced and for just a moment, Red Hood understood Nightwing's love of the trapeze. These were the times he regretted wearing the helmet, he missed the way the wind caressed his hair as he angled his body to cut the line and reapply it. He also recognized that he was grateful for the helmet whenever a blow made it past his defenses.

Several minutes later, the Red Hood touched down on a slightly sagging roof in Crime Alley. Double checking his surroundings, He made his way inside. Carefully he disabled the traps and security measures he encountered as he passed through the levels to his focal point. With a smirk, he bypassed the last of them to enter the domain of the apparently elusive Red Robin. Once securely inside, Jason removed his helmet, and shook his head slightly to dislodge his hair from his 'helmet head', before running a hand through it for good measure.

"Yo, Timbo, you here?"

Setting down the helmet, Jason walked the interior as he listened for any sounds of occupancy. Poking his head into the bedroom, he shook it in exasperation and the carefully constructed chaos that Tim always claimed was in some sort of order. Alfred would flip if he saw this mess. With a smirk, he pulled his phone out and took a few pictures for blackmail. As a concerned brother it is my duty to inform him of the deplorable condition's my younger brother lives in.

After verifying that Tim wasn't hiding from him, he wouldn't pull it past him, the little punk. Jason checked the vents in the closet for good measure, remembering the one time he had crashed at his place and found a sick Tim hiding there. It had been hilarious in a pathetic sort of way that he had been hiding from the family when they started to pester him too much about his habits.

Walking back into the main area, he eyed the fish tank as he approached. Leaning down, he eyed the fish casually swimming around. Clever boy. He noted the slightly jerky motions of the fish. Peering closely, he smirked in satisfaction. Yup. Fake. The lenses for eyes were what gave them away, Jason had no doubt that a live feed fed into Tim's command center. Searching his mind, he paused just long enough to confirm that he memory was in fact correct before he reached it and set off the hidden trigger that cause Tim's door to open to the lower levels.

Stepping inside, he allowed his eyes to adjust to the sudden bright, artificial light that assaulted him upon entrance.

"Damn Timmers, I need to ask for a raise in my allowance."

The slighter frame of Tim Drake started, in a strangely sluggish manner as he turned away from the huge screens he was currently working on.

"J-Jason? What are you doing here?"

Jason observed the way Tim's eyes squinted in his direction, the slight tremor in his hands as he brushed his errant hair out of his eyes. He noted the dark smudges under Tim's eyes, the rumpled clothing, the nearly drained coffee pot off to the side.

With a sigh, Jason moved to join him at the screens, barely giving the information on it a glance as he studied the boy out of the corner of his eye.

"I got a near frantic call early today—"

"What happened? Is it Alfred? Bruce? Dick?—-Er, the demon?"

"Actually it was about you."

"Me?" Tim just blinked at him, his glassy eyes searching Jason's as if he could find the answer there.

"Yes, apparently missing family meals, patrols and meetings at Wayne Enterprises without so much as a peep to anyone is worrisome."

"Missing—-?"

"Yes, missing. As in not heard from; not being seen for days on end."

"Days—?"

"Are You isn't he habit of repeating people? Cause I got to tell you Tiny Tim, that. Can get irritating. Real fast."

"Oh. Um—-sorry?"

Jason pinched the bridge of his nose.

"How about you just tell me why, you went silent."

"Sure. First things first, uh, what time is it?"

"Four fifty-six."

"Am or Pm?"

"Seriously?"

Tim shrugged before turning back to the screens and with a few keystrokes he had his information.

"I guess I did miss dinner tonight. Alfred was probably upset, huh? Damn."

"Tonight? Yeah, and the night before that and before that."

Tim craned his neck up at Jason, before returning to his screen and taping a few more keys.

"Damn. I did."

"When was the last time you slept?"

"Uh, if it is—-" Tim double checks the date, squinting as he tries to focus his eyes, "Friday, then about 51 hours-ish?"

Jason stared down him, blinked and continued to stare.

"Is that why the clown won't leave me along? He just keeps staring at him, grinning." Tim's voice was devoid of emotion, his gaze fixed just behind Jason.

Whirling around, guns already in hand, Jason's eyes hunted for any sign of a 'clown'. He jerked back towards Tim when he heard him start laughing. It wasn't Tim's normal laugh, light and airy; nor even, his full blown hysterical laughing, where he has to grasp his sides because he was getting stitches. This was a slightly high pitch, hysterical laughing. It caused the hairs on the back of Jason's neck to stand on end.

It didn't last long, but it sent Jason into motion.

"Up you get Tim, you need to sleep."

The laughter died immediately, as Tim stumbled to his feet with Jason's help. He weakly pushed against the rock that was Jason's much broader chest.

"I-I can't I have too much to do. There's this new dealer—-"

"Don't care."

"—-And Dick needs—-um, needs my help with something. I can't remember what but I am sure it was important."

"He'll get over it."

Tim is able to get his arm free from Jason's grip, and falls back into his chair, nearly missing it in a fit of incoordination. Jason growls at his uncooperative mood.

"B is counting on me—-"

"—To take care of yourself."

"I-I am fine. Fine. I am fine."

"Clearly," Jason shot back.

Tim just concentrated on the screens in front of him, steadfastly ignoring his looming presence. Seeing that Tim was completely focused on his task, Jason set his plan in motion. He knew about Tim's habits and he had come prepared.

"Well, if you're going to continue to work, you need at least something warm in your stomach. When was the last time you ate?"

Tim's fingers stopped their typing, as he had to concentrate on the question. When an answer wasn't immediately forth coming, Jason sighed heavily.

"Kitchen? You have one on this floor, right?"

Tim's shaky finger pointed in its direction, before he returned to his screens. Jason set off in that direction, grumbling under his breath all the while. Once he was in the kitchen, he pulled out his phone and called the Manor.

"Hey, Alfie, I found our boy. He's completely sleep-deprived, more than normal I would say." Jason listened for a minute.

"No, I would say he hasn't eaten in awhile either."

Another pause.

"I got this. Get the worrywart to stop worrying. I got this. Yeah, after I get some food and sleep in him, I'll bring him by and you guys can hopefully instill some self preservation into him."

Another pause.

"Actually, I was thinking about some soup. If it has been awhile, I agree that something easy on his stomach is preferable. Luckily, he seems to have a stock of canned food. That's a good idea, thanks Alf."

Tim barely notices when Jason renters the room. It was the smell that got his attention. Pausing, he turns to follow his nose and finds a seeming bowl of hearty soup.

"Did you make this?"

"Actually, I called GrubHub. They now deliver to masked vigilantes and we get a discount. 35%."

When Tim doesn't refute his snark, he knows the kid must be almost brain dead with fatigue. While Tim starts in with small bites, Jason glances at the screen and nearly chokes. A case file as open, and instead of the normal report, it was a mash of gibberish and incomplete sentences. Knowing that the kid could easily get a report out faster than any other and with more detail, this concerned and reinforced his determination to get him to sleep.

Glancing back down, he was pleased to see that Tim had finished the soup, going so far as to scrape the bottom of the bowl.

"Wow, thanks Jason, that was really good. Dick did always say you could cook the best out of all the Robins."

Jason flushed at the praise, clearing his throat uncomfortably.

"Um, you didn't happen to make a fresh pot did you?"

"Of coffee? No, but I did find this herbal tea that helps with digestion. When you haven't eaten in awhile your stomach can start to rebel, so I thought this might be easier."

Tim stared up at him, his eyes wide.

The naked wonder in those large eyes was disconcerting. Jason didn't like that this small act was being to well received.

"Here, drink it."

Gingerly, Tim took the proffered cut and took a little sip. He smacked his lips lightly, "Is that mint and Chamomile?"

"It's supposed to be calming."

"Mmm."

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Jason queried.

"It's not like I don't want to sleep. I do. I just. I just can't stop thinking." Frown lines marred his brow as Tim fought to put words to his problem. He body swayed slightly.

Jason leaned forward, ready to intervene.

"There's just, so much. So much to do. I need to be ready."

"Ready? Ready for what?"

Now it was Jason's turn to frown.

"Everything."

"You can't be ready for everything. It's impossible."

"I have to try. Otherwise, someone's going to get hurt. I don't want anyone else...to...die," Tim slurs.

Jason removes the nearly empty cup from Tim's hands and set's it down away from the keyboard. Grasping him by the wrist, he pulls Tim up, taking his weight as he sags completely against the taller man.

"You—drugged—-me."

"Guilty."

"—No ...fair," Tim pouts.

"You need to sleep."

"Do...not."

Jason rolled his eyes at Tim's petulance but let's it go considering just how sleep-deprived he is. He takes a moment to adjust his hold, vaguely wondering the best way to get him upstairs. Finally he shrugs and sweeps him into his arms, ignoring a faint squeak from the now barely conscious Tim. He far too easily climbs the stairs, pausing for the automatic doors to open before he treks him to his bedroom. Nudging the door open with his shoulder, Jason carefully picks his way through the chaos until he is able to lay the limp Tim on his bed.

With a grumble, he looks around and grabs a shirt off of the floor. Taking a look at it, he grins unrepentantly before he helps Tim out of his current shirt and replaces it with the oversized Superman crest one. With the shirt reaching to nearly mid thigh, Jason removes the stiff jeans and leaves him in his boxers before covering him with the blankets.

"Sleep." Jason reminds the still fighting Tim.

"Must. Prepare. Can't lose you."

"Did you ever stop to think that maybe we can't lose you either?"

That rebuke seems to startle Tim into silence. After a minute of no response, Jason realizes that maybe Tim hasn't. Jason understands what that's like and vows to make him understand. Glancing down at the floor, his lip curls. Nope. Not happening. In the end, Jason can't resist, and with a newly slumbering younger bro just feet away he get's to picking up the mess that is the floor and straightening the room.

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Rehabilitated Sith 6/13/19

Well, this was one thought that wouldn't leave me alone.

So some of these will be drabbles, one-shots and short stories. Ideas that have bugged me and I didn't want to plan a full multi-fic about it. Hope you liked it. Please let me know your thoughts.

I always love seeing alerts, favs and of course my soul-food: reviews.

Ciao.

PS. This was inspired while reading (re-reading for the 5th time), my ultimate Jason redemption story by "Go Away Olivia" titled: Jason Todd: The Not-So-Outlaw. I highly recommend this as the best redemption story I can remember, with a caution it is rated M, I believe for the excess amount of swearing (Fbombs everywhere, so you are warned).