I was posting Hiccups in another place and though of my plans for another one. This finally was written. Enjoy!

Timmy - 6

Hiccups Again

The study's doors slammed open so fast, Bruce was almost certain there was a fire. Timmy shot in there faster than Superman ever could, tears in his eyes. "Daddy! Hic! Save me! Hic!"

"Timmy?" Already startled out of his paperwork, the man pushed away from his desk to try and find out what was happened this time. The kid didn't waste any time running around his desk and throwing himself at his father's waist. "What happened? Did someone hurt you? Is Jason-"

HIC!

"I got hiccups!"

Hic

Bruce tried really hard not to laugh, especially since the last time he had a bad case of the hiccups he was scared to death by his brothers. They convinced him if he hiccupped a thousand times in a row, he would die. So they did every possible method to remove them. Apparently he was not keen on asking them for help again.

Hic

"Stop them! Please!"

Choking back a laugh, the father picked up his son and tried to calm him down. This was both adorable and sad. Scared because of hiccups... he had to fix this, now. "Alright alright. But I need you to calm down and trust me. Okay?"

"But -hic - I'm gonna -hic - die!" Timmy clung to his father desperately, hiccupping at random as the tears kept falling. "It's - hic - already been - hic - two hund - hic - red and - hic - sev-"

"You really shouldn't be counting Timmy," Bruce stated evenly, a chuckle escaping him. "You are not going to die from a thousand hiccups."

"Hic- I'm not?" The wonder in the boy's eyes really shouldn't make him smile, but the man did anyway. Who knew this kid could be so gullible?

"No. You're not." He smoothed the lad's hair to calm him down, the tears finally stopping. "Hiccups are a result of a spazzing diaphragm. It's not lethal, but it is annoying. They can be a sign of internal problems-"

"Intern- hic - al prob- hic -lems?" Panic started in Timmy's mind, the exact opposite of his father's goals.

"Which are highly unlikely for children your age. More than likely, they're only going on a lot longer than they should because you're panicking and crying." He looked the boy in the eye, driving the point home. His response was another little hic. "To get rid of them, you need to calm down and change your breathing."

"Can - hic - I - hic - really? Hic." The poor boy didn't look like he could do much more than cry and be miserable for the moment.

"Usually... but in this case I think you need help." A mischievous smirk appeared on the man's face just seconds before he poked the kid's side. It was a particularly ticklish spot of his, and he always fidgeted when it was poked.

"Daddy... hic."

"Hmm... looks like you'll need more than just one poke." He struck the other side, forcing the boy to fidget more. No more tears, but the hiccups hadn't stopped. Timmy did nibble on his bottom lip though to stop himself from smiling. A confident smirk growing, Bruce alternated poking either side, wiggling his fingers about playfully. After a few seconds, his son stopped trying to be serious and giggled. Within a minute of accelerated tickling, the once scared boy was roaring in laughter, writhing on his father's lap.

He kept at the activity for another minute or two before stopping and letting the kid go, both of them giggling now. Exhausted, Timmy looked up to his dad after a minute more, grinning. "Daddy, you're silly."

"Yes I am. And your hiccups are gone."

A moment passed before the boy realized what he said. They really were gone, all because they forced him to change his breathing pattern. Bruce's father used to do this all the time when he was little, and he loved every minute of it. Alfred's answer was tea.

Gleefully, Timmy leapt up and wrapped his arms around his father's neck. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

"Not a problem," the man answered, returning the embrace with a smile. A little bucket of sunshine this one. Soon they parted and he looked the kid in the eye. "Just remember to make yourself laugh next time you get hiccups okay? I'm always available if you ever want more tickling."

"Even when you're working? Or when I'm at school?"

"Hmmm... maybe not then," he admitted, "but when we're home or when you're in the office with me and there isn't work to be done, I'm available. There are other ways to make yourself laugh."

"Like Joker gas?" It was such an innocent question, but not one children should be asking.

"Let's try to avoid those extremes. Now, I have some paperwork to finish before dinner." He nodded towards the things he was working on before the boy came into the room. Such a large stack... "Mind going off and playing with Cassandra or Dick until I'm done?"

"Is Jason in trouble?" Clever kid saw the exception. Well, he was top of his class and lived with the world's greatest detective. He ought to see something so obvious.

"A little. Just steer clear of him for the next hour or so."

"Okay!" Quickly the tyke gave him another hug, then hopped off his lap to go play some more. Now that the hiccups were gone, he had no fear of playing with others. They weren't going to tease him this time. That was all he needed saving from really.

A/N: I was a pretty gullible child and believed almost everything my siblings told me. For an hour I was convinced I was adopted. My mom had to take out the birth certificate to prove I wasn't. Kinda sad that I believed them more than my mom at that age. Anywho, I relate a lot to Tim so I tend to make him a super gullible kid. My mom told me about why we get hiccups and told us many options to get rid of them. Tickling really wasn't an option though because Dad did tickle torture all the time. Main trick is to change your breathing and get your mind off of it. Continual hiccups though that go on for a day or so with no success is a sign of a serious problem. That's when you go to a doctor. Just some fun facts.

Oh, FYI, I edited and updated 'A Father's Request' recently and am thinking of editing and removing personal drama from old stories that aren't relevant to the story. Interested? Some things need serious editing done to them, and I'm not just talking DNB. Something like cleaning house. Some of my notes in the early days were pretty rude, often followed by apologies. Things I won't apologise though for is saying 'no requests on story because it's finished' for obvious reasons(reminder: DNB here is a total 'request are good' zone. Ideas are loved here because it's full of whatever we fancy, so long as it's possible in this world and isn't totally weird. I will determine if they are one or the other and say so in PMs) and extreme sarcasm which probably has text faces next to them. So... update/edits? Should I do and if so which ones first? IT'll be slow going...

Anywho, stay warm peoples! To me 50 is freezing, but to all those below zero who know I'm a wuss, best of luck!