So. I think this might just end up as a series of oneshots. Some connecting to others, some are stand alone. But since this would mainly be updated with whatever inspiration I have, always assume this is complete until it updates again. If it updates again. It's probably going to always be with Dick and Tim, but who knows. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this!
It was so nice, that Tim was living with him. True, it was hard at first, especially because of what Dick had done. But things were getting better now. Dick knows what he did to Tim was wrong. After all, Robin was important to him.
Fortunately, with time and apologies, Tim had forgiven him. And now Dick promises to be the best big brother Tim ever had. Well, Jason could come to be a close second, if he really wanted to. Unfortunately his little wing hasn't been informed about Tim's new living arrangements. Hopefully with enough time, and enough effort, Jason would come to live with them too! And Dick could teach him all the ways Jason could be a great big brother.
And who knows, maybe if Damian doesn't want to live in the manor anymore, he could live with them! And he and Tim could patch things up with the help of Dick and Jason.
Sighing wistfully, Dick finished up making Tim's meal. Such nice thoughts to have. But Tim needed to eat. He wouldn't let his younger brother get hungry on his watch!
Happily humming, Dick got everything in place. He was lucky to get that special bed table thing on sale. It was a shame he couldn't remember the proper name for it, however. It was great to put plates, cups, and silverware on it as well as napkins for anyone who was eating in bed. As he walked to Tim's room, he absentmindedly thought that he should look up the name for it.
Stopping at the door, he stopped humming. Balancing the tray with one hand, he knocked. It was the polite thing to do after all.
"Timmy, I got your food ready!" He softly called out, not wanting to startle his little brother.
There was no reply. That was okay.
Humming again, he used his free hand to open the door.
Light streamed into the darkened room, lighting up only a portion of it. The room itself was clean. A leftover habitat of living with Alfred. There was a body barely illuminated on the bed. It was moving. Breathing. Silent.
Timmy was awake.
Once again using his free hand, Dick flipped the light switch.
Dick made a beeline over to the bed. Once there, he sat the bed tray down on Tim's desk. He smiled at seeing the picture of him holding Tim, back at the circus. Before Dick's parents died.
It was nice. Having a pleasant memory of that day. It was the first time he had met his future little brother after all.
He went back to humming a nonsense tune as he faced the bed.
Pulling back the blanket, Timmy's messy bedhead was was revealed. Dick's smile disappeared, however, when he saw Tim's blindfold soaked. Pulling the blanket back further he made sure Tim's wrist weren't bleeding. He was glad to see Tim wasn't trying to escape again.
Sighing, Dick began to pet Tim's head. He sighed again when he felt Tim flinched. And they were getting better too.
After a few more pets, he went to take the blindfold off, as well as Tim's cloth gag. Immediately he saw red eyes. Immediately he heard Tim cough.
"Oh Timmy." He murmured. Setting the cloth away, he gave Tim all of his attention.
Tim was set on looking away.
Did he have a nightmare?
Frowning, he asked, "what's wrong? You know you can tell me anything."
Still silent.
Sighing once more, Dick knew Tim's food had to wait. This was more important.
Leaning over, he gently undid Tim's restraints on his wrists. Once done, he watched as Tim pulled his arms close to his body, hugging himself. Dick's heart broke at the sight.
"Move over, it's cuddle time." Dick said softly. Pulling the blanket up, he crawled in. It's okay if Tim didn't move over. Dick can handle it.
Wrapping his arms around his little brother, Dick held Tim close. He felt Tim tense up for a moment. Then as he relaxed. Timmy had finally understood that there was no way Dick would hurt him.
The nightmare must've been terrible. Or maybe his little brother was embarrassed? Either way, Dick was fine with Tim not telling him right then and there. After all, these things took time.
After what felt like ages, Tim did something incredible. He wrapped his arms and legs around Dick. Internally Dick cooed as he thought of a baby koala holding onto their mother. He was happy in his decision to get rid of those restraints around Timmy's ankles.
Together they stayed like that. Tim, holding tight to Dick. Dick, petting Tim's head and occasionally giving him kisses on top of Tim's head.
"Everything's okay Timmy." He would whisper. "Big brother's here. Big brother loves you. It's okay."
Tired, Dick fell asleep with his little brother in his arms.