Tim was showing the team some of the Trapeze skills Dick had taught him. He had tried to convince them that he was not nearly as good as Dick and they should just wait for him to show them some but they had insisted. He wasn't very practiced so he had made sure Miss M was ready to catch him if it was neccessary. And it was:
It wasn't even that dramatic. He missed the trapeze after a summersault and fell. The net was underneath him but he was caught by Miss M before he even touched it. Still, his legs were shaking a bit so he decided to climb down and not up again.
„And you say you're not good at this!", Impulse jumped excitedly. „You've clearly never seen Wing on a trapeze. I see him every day and I still... Oh, shit!" Tim stopped as he spotted Dick in the doorframe, his eyes glassy, still fixed on the trapeze, his breath coming out too short and too quickly.
Tim ran over but refrained from directly touching Nightwing. Instead he carefully and slowly placed his left hand on Nightwing's shoulder. His big brother flinched but managed to tear his eyes away from the trapeze to look at Tim. Trembling he let himself be guided down into a sitting position. There Tim hugged him from behind and conciously breathed deeply knowing that Dick would try to copy his rhythm.
Once his brother wasn't in danger of hyperventilating anymore, Tim relaxed slightly and turned to look at the team. With the exception oft he original team members they all looked shocked. Whether it was their leader's breakdown or the display of affection, Tim didn't know. He honestly didn't care either. He knew there had been occasions where Dick had been bullied for showing „signs of weakness".
He also knew that there were quite a few members on the team, most of them actually, who had gone through traumatising events as well. That their oh so fearless leader had his weaknesses, too, would most likely only result in more respect and trust.
After a few more minutes Dick was fast asleep in his younger brother's arms, his head lying on Tim's chest. But, hey who said it always had to be the older ones who did the comforting? Besides, there had been enough times when it had been the other way around.
Ten more minutes and Tim decided to carefully slip out from underneath Dick. He didn't even twitch. God, when had he slept the last time. Deciding it might take a while for Dick to wake up, Tim got a pillow and blanket. After making sure his brother was comfortable, Tim got an idea: „What date is today?" „March 29th, why?", Gar answered. His eyes widened at the not really at him directed response: „Oh shit. Why did I not think about that sooner!" In three days was the anniversary. The death of Dick's parents.
Gar saw the realisation dawn on some oft he older team members, namely the ones who knew his identity. Tim had slipped away again. He returned a few seconds later with another pillow and lay down next to Dick. If his brothers brain decided he needed nightmares he would at least not wake up alone. Besides, Tim could use some sleep of his own.