dISCLAIMER: I don't own YJ

So, Alchemist15, suggested a story where Tim comforted Dick on the day of his parent's deaths, so here it is XD

If any of you guys has a suggestion for brotherly Tim/Jason fluff or brotherly Tim/Dick fluff, I'm open for suggestions :D


April 1st,

Normally the first of April was a day of joy and merriment, where everyone let the clown inside of them out...and unfortunately, one could usually expect the Joker and Harley, to commit a crime on that day. But for Dick, April 1st meant something else...it was the day of his family's deaths.

On that day...Bruce always gave Dick the day off, when he became Nightwing, there was still that one unspoken rule...That he would take the day off every April 1st...he did that for the others too, for Babs, it was when her mother died, and for Tim, it was when his parents died...even Bruce sometimes took that day off..when his parents' death anniversary came around.

There was another small unspoken rule...that day was to be spent in solitude...because Bats don't do emotions infront of other people, especially not other bats.

But Dick never liked that rule, he hated being alone...so he'd bring Wally, or Roy, or Kaldur with him...so imagine his surprise... when he woke up one morning on April 1rst, and smelled something cooking in the kitchen. The vigilante immediately got up and went to go see who it was, when he found Tim in the kitchen, cooking.

"Um...Tim..." Said Dick, trying to get the young boy's attention, Tim looked up and smiled up at him.

"Hey, I let myself in with the spare key you gave me...and well...today...being what it is...I thought we could spend the day together, and maybe later...go see your folks?" Asked Tim, Bruce had told him to stay away from Dick that day, for personal reasons. Tim wasn't an idiot, he knew what Bruce meant by that...especially considering how Dick always retreated into a shell on that day, during briefings and on missions. His brother seemed...off

So, he decided to for once, ignore Bruce's orders and go to Dick...because no one should ever have to greive alone...that may have been how Bruce liked to grieve, but not Dick, his brother thrived on companionship.

"Thanks little wing." Said Dick ruffling Tim's hair...when he noticed the extremely burned, charred, bubbling lumps of goo on the pans...Dick's blue eyes widened, wondering if he might be joining his parents soon.

"Um Tim, can you cook?" Asked Dick curiously, Tim chuckled sheepishly in response...Dick smiled and tousled his hair.

"Here, Why don't I help." Following Dick's instructions, both were able to make actually edible food. Tim smiled up at his brother as he ate.

"Where did you learn how to cook?" He asked, curiously.

"My mom showed me, she said cooking was a necessary skill and taught me...when...when she...Alfred took over." Said Dick solemnly, Tim gently placed a hand over his brother's, and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He knew today was going to be a hard day...After finishing eating, and washing the dishes, Dick chenged into some clothes and followed Tim.

He wanted to be happy...he really did...but it was like the joy was sucked out of him...he knew Tim was trying really, really hard...but Dick's heart just wasn't in it. Tim noticed this and placed a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"You want to see them?" He asked, he knew his brother was extremely deppressed, but Tim was not going to leave him alone to deal with it himself...Dick smiled and ruffled his hair.

"Sure, I've always wanted you to meet them...c'mon." Tim hopped into his brother's car and sat there as they drove from Bludhaven to Gotham. He chuckled as Dick hummed along to the song on the radio.

"Did you know you sound like Jesse McCartney when you sing?" Teased Tim, Dick rolled his eyes in amusement.

"Dude, I've heard that so many times, its not even funny anymore." Said Dick, Tim smirked and decided to a troll and began to sing a Jesse McCartney song, Dick chuckled and tousled his brother's hair. Tim smiled up at him...glad Dick was feeling alittle but happy at least. They stopped by the flowershop first, and bought three bouquets before heading to the cemetary.

Tim and Dick gently set the flowers down before each grave stone. Tim looked at the names etched in stone...John Grayson, Mary Syaf Grayson, Richard Grayson, John Grayson II, and Karla Lloyd Grayson. His eyes widened at the sight of Dick's name.

"Dick, " He stopped when Dick placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I was named after my uncle Rick, and my cousin was named after my dad..." He explained, staring down at the graves. No matter how old he got...the pain would always remain.

"Hey mom, dad, uncle Rick, aunt Karla, John...Its me...I didn't bring Wally, Roy or Kaldur...I brought someone else though, this is Tim, he's my little brother. Y'know the new Robin I told you about? here he is...and he's a great little brother...can't cook to save his life though as I found out this morning." He added that last sentence teasingly. Tim smiled up at him, as he went on.

"You remember Jason, the second Robin? He's back...a little rough around the edges, and has...colorful vocabulary,but he's still a good brother.." Tim listened as his brother talked to his family, telling them about everything that had been going on in his life, he turned to Tim...who cleared his throat .

"Um hi, Mr. and Mrs. Grayson...both of you, I'm Tim, as Dick's already told you...I think you'd be really proud...he's a good brother, and an amazing person...he protects us, and looks out for us, we look up to him, and...while we don't always follow his orders, we do our best to make him proud...thank you, for...everything." Said Tim sincerely...a tear trailing down his cheek, he looked up as Dick hugged him from behind.

"Take care, I hope you guys are happy up there...please watch over me and Tim...I love you." Said Dick, the two brothers stood there...a small Robin flying overhead.