Title: Colour Coded

Verse: headcanons

Headcanon: Tim leaves himself little sticky notes to remind him of things, mostly appointments. Alfred found them and started adding reminders to eat and sleep. From there it snowballed until Tim finds sticky notes from everyone telling him that they love him or they want to have a 'date' with him that Friday.

Characters/Pairing: Tim, Alfred, Dick, Jason, Steph, Cass, Bruce, Damian, Babs, Colin

Rating: PG13

Excerpt: It was actually his doctor that suggested the post its: to keep him organized and calm. It works well on most days. The only problem is the Bad Days when he doesn't remember to write them.

Tim forgets things when he's focused. It's something that he has always had and probably always will. But Tim knows all of his flaws and has plans to counteract them. Like his post-it notes. Each are colour coded reminding him to do something.

His currents ones are rose - 'go down for dinner tonight at 6' -, sky blue - 'you haven't slept in two days sleep at least an hour tonight' and camomile - 'important meeting at WE at 7am on May 6th'.

The other two are soft green and lavender, for 'social life' - as Dick puts it - and 'hygiene' respectively.

Today is a good day with remembering things. He only has five post its today instead of twenty, which is the amount for a normal day. He's pretty pleased with himself because honestly, the last few months haven't been good. He's secure enough to admit when he needs help. When to get help.

It was actually his doctor that suggested the post its: to keep him organized and calm. It works well on most days. The only problem is the Bad Days when he doesn't remember to write them.

The day Alfred finds out is one of the good days. He's done pretty well at remembering everything today. But he's still writing things down for tomorrow and the coming weeks because tomorrow might not be a good day. It's better to be prepared than to spiral again.

He's just picking out a green post it to remind himself of movie night with Cass and Steph on Saturday when Alfred clears his throat.

"I am to the understanding, Master Timothy, that the blue are for sleep, the red for food, purple for hygiene, green for when you interact with your peers and the public and yellow is for your work?"

Alfred has a raised eyebrow and he's looking at Tim. Tim just blinks back and finishes writing that it's at their apartment. "Yes. It's easier to remember when I'm tired."

"I see. Very well Master Timothy, please remember that we are having a family breakfast tomorrow."

Alfred looks thoughtful as he wanders down the stairs. Tim ignores him in favour of the case he's working on - it's Alfred, he doesn't have to worry about it.

The next morning Tim stumbles back upstairs after a long, long breakfast with his family. Today is a fluctuating day and right now is Bad. But it's okay. He'll just collect his post it book and do all of the things he needs to do before hiding the rest of the night.

A little piece of sky blue catches Tim's attention as he passes his bed. He doesn't remember it being there before breakfast. Pulling it gently off the post his eyes widen, tears coming to his eyes as he reads the neat handwriting.

'Master Timothy, if you would please sleep tonight. You have a meeting at 7 and I know you did not sleep last night. Thank you.'

The tears fall from his eyes even as he tucks the post it note onto today's date. The colour is black, just like Tim's. It might get a bit confusing, especially when tired. He'll have to get Alfred his own coloured pen.

From then on Tim finds random post its everywhere, all in different coloured pens. There's Nightwing blue - 'Little brother! I love you. Let's have a date tomorrow, dinner at 7?'

eggplant - 'Tiiiiiiiiiim, Cass and I are going out for the weekend, will you watch the plants? WE LOVE YOU BTW.'

golden yellow 'Drake. You have not eaten in three days. Grayson is worried. I am not.'

blood red - 'Hey babybird, got any Intel for me? Also, have you slept at all? Sleep man or we'll bench you.'

burnt umber - 'Er, Mister Drake, I was wondering if you'd be able to take Damian and me to the museum...I'd ask uhm Mister Grayson but he's working that day and I don't want him to have to miss work over me. Uhm. I don't mean to say I want you to miss work. Uhm.'

forest green - 'Love you little brother. Do not dishonour the cow.'

hot pink - 'Master Timothy, if you would kindly make another doctor's appointment. I am afraid you haven't had one for nearly four months.'

teal - 'Tim, I'm heading on a vacation with Dad for a few weeks, will you be Oracle for that time?'

and the very rare black - 'Eat.' 'Sleep.'

On the rare occasion the pens will switch hands and he'll end up exasperatedly explaining that no, they didn't confuse him. They didn't even try to disguise their handwriting.

It ends up making Tim laugh to himself quietly. So, he guesses they get what they want in the end.

Instead of throwing them away like he does his own, he keeps them all preserved neatly in multiple books. One book for each member of his family, there's another book for the random post its Bart, Kon and Cassie will leave him.

It's been a long day and Tim just wants to go home, curl up and forget about everything for a week. He can't though, but it's always good to think about it. Maybe in a less busy month he'll be able to. He's pretty sure he has some vacation time from Robin and Red Robin saved up.

So, he's not really paying attention to his siblings and the way they keep glancing at him with grins. When he trudges into his room his entire desk is covered in a layer of post its, none of them are coordinated. His eye twitches as he looks at the mishmash of colours on his desk.

He steadily picks through them rolling his eyes at most of Dick's, laughing at most of Steph's and just smiling.

He pulls the last four off the desk at once -

and there, on a white post it note, in black ink was written - 'I love you son.'