Title: When You're in Need

Verse: headcanons

Headcanon: Tim 011 - Somehow, whenever Tim has a migraine Dick always knows. So, if Dick can manage to corner him Tim is forced to stop working - not that Tim minds very much.

Characters/Pairings: Tim Drake, Dick Grayson

Rating: light and fluffy, everyone

Excerpt: Really, Dick wasn't even in Gotham and Tim's a hundred percent sure that Dick doesn't have any surveillance in Tim's room. Well okay, maybe ninety-nine percent sure.

Tim doesn't know how Dick always knows - and he always knows - that he has a migraine, especially right now. Really, Dick wasn't even in Gotham and Tim's a hundred percent sure that Dick doesn't have any surveillance in Tim's room.

Well okay, maybe ninety-nine percent sure.

But either way, Dick shouldn't have known he had a migraine and was working. That was the whole reason for working in his room instead of anywhere else.

It seems that that doesn't matter though.

"Dick, could you please give me back my computer, I need to finish the analysis."

"Nope. Not going to be happening Timbo."

He contemplates whining but he knows it won't help with Dick. Especially overprotective Dick.

Tim sighs.

"Fine."

A pause and then, "Go away."

Dick just Looks at him with that smile: the one that is fond but at the same time sad. It kind of hurts -

"Nope, we're going to be spending the day here."

and that sentence makes Tim suspicious because there's not much they can do.

Tim has a migraine.

Dick knows as much.

That means - Dick picks him up and flops down on the bed, arms and legs wrapped around Tim, shoulder blocking the light from Tim's eyes - cuddling.

They spend the day cuddling, Alfred coming up to the room sporadically to deliver food and adjust the lighting and sound levels. He seems to approve of what Dick's doing.

Unfortunately, Tim's beginning to get antsy and he really, really wants to get up. His day is being wasted and it's causing a bit of a freak out.

"Dick. You need to let me up. I'm going to starting freaking if I stay here any longer. My migraine is gone."

Dick's arms tighten and he shakes his head. "Liar, but we'll get up."

Let it be said that Dick can - eventually and sometimes - come up with good plans. Like now, with Tim curled into Dick's chest, resting and just listening to his brother's heartbeat.

Dick moves slowly, gently spinning them around the dimly lit bedroom. It's nice; Tim's content to just bury his face in Dick's neck and let him move them around.

"How'd'you always know?"

"Hmmmm?" Dick looks down at the top of Tim's head, as they sway together.

"Migraine."

"Do you really want to know little brother?"

Tim thinks about it for a long time before deciding that no, no he doesn't. If he doesn't know he can't stop Dick from finding out and coming to see him.

It's nice.

"No."

It's barely a whisper but it causes Dick to smile.