Kissmejasontodd's request for Tim to get sick. (Hope you like it!)

Chapter 9: We'll Take Care of You

Bruce's POV

I awoke to the sound of coughing. I could see Tim practically coughing up a lung as he looked up at me with a pitiful expression.

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?" I asked urgently.

"Head, tummy, and throat." He murmured as I gathered him into my arms and reached for my phone.

"Alfred! Alfred!" I screamed into the phone.

"Master Bruce, what's wrong? You do realize it is two in the morning in England." he began before I cut him off.

"Tim's sick!"

"Master Bruce, calm down. I'm sure it's only a cold. Let me speak with the lad."

"Daddy, I don't feel so good." Tim murmured.

"I know, son. You'll be better soon. Tell Alfred what's wrong." I said as his tiny hands reached for the phone.

I listened intently to their conversation before I was handed my phone back.

"I believe he has managed to catch the stomach virus. Call Dr. Tompkins and then report back to me on his condition."

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"He's going to be alright, Bruce. Just keep him bed and give him the medicine as directed." Leslie ordered as she handed Tim a popsicle. "Bye Timothy. I have to go, sweetie. But, I'll see you later. Okay?"

"Okay. Bye, Leslie." Tim whispered.

I walked her out and when I came back to my room, I found Dick in my bed with Tim huddled in his arms and Jason beside him.

"Dick-"

"Bruce, shhhh. Timmy's sleeping." Dick whispered.

"Dick, did you take Jason to school like I asked you earlier?"

"Um… We'll be right back." Dick replied.

Tim woke up as soon as Dick and Jason slipped out of the bed.

"Dick? Jay?" he called out as I moved to sit beside him.

"Dick went to take Jason to school."

"Oh. Are… Are you going to stay with me?" he hesitantly asked.

"Of course. Why do you ask?" I replied, combing my fingers through his hair as he leaned into the touch.

"No one ever stayed before." He whispered as I felt my heart clench.

"Things are different now. I'm not going anywhere."

"Okay Daddy."

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Jason's POV

"Do you think Tim's okay?" I asked as we pulled into the garage.

"We were watching TV before I went to pick you up." Dick replied as we climbed out of his car.

"Oh my God." I whispered as Dick and I entered the manor.

Dick took his phone out and snapped a picture of the sight before us. Bruce was stretched out on the couch with Tim curled up on his chest. A heavy blanket was draped over them and a bowl of soup was on the table. Scooby Doo was running from some monster on the TV as they slept.

"Isn't that cute?" Dick whispered as I rolled my eyes.

"Do not show those to anyone." Bruce murmured without opening his eyes.

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Tim's POV

I glanced around at Daddy, Jay, and Dick. We were all watching Scooby Doo together.

It's kinda weird how they all want to take care of me. No one ever took care of me before. But, I feel guilty. They don't have to. I can take care of myself.

"I'm sorry you have to take care of me." I whispered as their eyes met mine.

"Babybird, you don't have to be sorry." Jason replied.

"Timmy, we want to take care of you." Dick added.

"We'll always take care of you." Daddy said as I snuggled back into his side and smiled.