Plushies

A nine year old Richard Grayson sat watching the storm through the giant window by his bed. It always seemed to rain in Gotham, it was rare when it didn't.

Even after living in Gotham for a while, Dick still wasn't used to the rain. He snuggled deeper into his sheets as another burst of thunder shook the house.

Come on Grayson, pull yourself together, it is not like your dying…today.

Bruce had gone on patrol and Dick stayed home because of the storm. Sadness washed over him, he didn't like disturbing Alfred with such silly fears.

Come on your Robin, what is there to be scared of?

A burst of thunder made Dick jump; finally after two more hours of tossing and turning he fell into an uneasy sleep. Richard woke up when a giant crack of thunder rang throughout the house.

Looking at the clock he knew it was too early for Bruce to come home. Dick silently slipped out of bed and went over to the small chest in the corner.

He kept everything he just couldn't throw out in there. He opened it up and started digging around and finally found what he needed.

He knew he, Roy, and Wally said they were too old for them but they brought comfort and he had a feeling Wally broke the brother pact.

Clutching the Batman Plushie close he climbed back into bed and fell into a much nicer sleep.

Bruce came home an hour later, and all he wanted was a hot shower and to sleep in a nice warm bed but Richard came first.

Peaking in he saw the boy sleeping soundly with a small smile on his sleeping face. Bruce smiled when he saw the old toy tucked under Dick's arm, "Don't grow up too fast Micuta Pasare." He whispered and silently shut the door.

Sometimes you need them for comfort.

Barry hadn't been able to sleep, Iris was at work ant it was his day off, which to her meant not Flash.

He did get some much needed sleep, and so did Wally, it being a day off from school.

The eleven year old had grown since they first got him but was still shorter than most.

Barry had been dozing by the T.V. when he looked at the clock 3:00pm. Iris wasn't going to be home till five.

Barry sighed, turned off the T.V. and headed back upstairs to bed. He peaked in on Wally and saw the child half-way of bed.

Laughing to himself he got the boy back into bed and tucked him in. The child seemed to be searching for something in his sleep but Barry knew what it was, reaching down he picked up a little Flash plushie he had gotten Wally when he first learned he like the Flash.

Wally may say he is too old for it, but Barry knew the truth, he couldn't sleep without it.

Slipping it into Wally's arms he sat there for a bit watching the boy's steady breaths and thinking about how much he went through and what was still to come.

Finally exhaustion hit Barry and he staggered to his room. He had only been lying in bed for about a minute when he saw his door creak open.

Barry turned his head and saw Wally looking sheepish, "I know this is stupid but…"

Barry gave him a sleepy smile, "Get in kiddo."

Wally smiled and climbed in bed with Barry his plushie left sitting by the door.

About an hour later Iris came home and walked into the room to see her boys fast asleep on the bed. She grabbed the camera Barry always had by the bed, turned off the flash, and took a picture of her boys.

Sometimes the real thing is better than the toy.

"Dinah please just let me get up," Dinah just pushed Oliver back down on the bed.

"No the doctor said you can't walk for at least another week, or that ankle will never heal."

Oliver sighed in defeat, "Ollie, what is SO important that you must get up now?"

Oliver's ears turned red, "Well, I just needed to check on…uh…"

Dinah smirked, "If it's Roy your worried about I was going up there to check his temperature right after I made sure you were comfortable."

She kissed him lightly on the lips before leaving the room.

The thirteen year old was searching in the drawers of his desk when Dinah came in, "Roy! You have a very high fever you should be resting."

The child didn't look up, "It's not like its 105 and my brain is melting."

Dinah walked over to him and picked him up with almost no effort, "Well 103.9 is still high, so you need rest."

Laying the boy back in his bed she pulled to covers up and placed the ice pack back on his forehead.

"Dinah…"

"Don't you start too Roy, I got enough about getting up from Oliver. Now rest, I'll be back soon, just got to leave for a small mission. Don't leave this bed."

And with that she turned and left.

As soon as Roy was sure she had left Roy jumped out of bed and began searching again, after about an hour exhaustion and the fever started to catch up with Roy.

He sat down and rested his heavy head on the cool surface of the desk, "Come on Harper, you don't need the stupid thing. Just sleep; bet you'll find it when you don't need it," he yawned and fell asleep right then and there.

Only a couple minutes later Oliver opened the door to Roy's room, he knew Dinah was going to kill him, but he didn't care he had seen worse injuries and endured them by himself so this was nothing.

He shook his head with a small smile when he saw the mess and Roy fast asleep at his desk. Making sure to go a quietly and possible he snuck into the room and tried to avoid the stuff on the floor. Picking up the tall, lanky boy as best he could he got him back to his bed.

Tucking Roy in and placing the ice back on the boy's head.

Oliver shook his head, "I will never know where you get this rebellion, stubbornness, or arrogance from since you weren't like this when you first came here…maybe its Dinah's influence," Ollie whispered with a small chuckle and started to clean up the mess.

A ball rolled under the bed and Ollie sighed, his foot already hurt, but he just couldn't seem to leave.

Bending down he went to grab it when he spotted what he had guessed Roy had secretly been looking for.

He pulled out the dusty plushie; Oliver hadn't seen Roy have it in about a year.

He sighed and tried to get as much dust off as possible and failed miserably.

The noise woke Roy up a bit, and he was pretty certain his fever had just reached 104, glancing over he saw Oliver sitting on the desk chair resting his foot,

"Dinah's going to kill you when she sees your out of bed Ollie."

"Well, you don't tell I don't tell," Ollie held up the now slightly cleaner plushie GA, and Roy Baby-Blue eyes went wide.

"Where did you-I mean, whatever I wasn't looking for that."

"Yeah, and I'm Batman, Roy it's not like the sky is falling because you want it."

Roy turned his back to Oliver, "Whatever Dad, believe what you must."

Ollie's heart did a flip, did he-? No it was just the fever talking, just ignore it…I AM SO TELLING BARRY! I AM A GOOD PARENT SCREW YOU BARRY! HA!

Placing the plushie beside the sleeping boy, Oliver sat down beside the bed.

No way was he going to make the trip back downstairs.

Guess I'm staying here for a bit.

When Dinah came home some hours later she was already mad at Batman for keeping her late, but she almost wanted to explode when she saw Ollie had left his bed.

All that anger left her though when she peaked into Roy's room and saw him actually acting like a father and checking Roy's temperature.

"Well, well. Seems like we have gone from 104 to 100, which is better, just not broken," Roy just looked at Ollie.

"What? Do you expect me to just say you're getting better?"

Roy just shook, "No, it's just that now you probably have another week to wait for that foot to heal."

"Whatever, it's just sore." Dinah closed the door silently; maybe she could go out for a girls-night-out with Iris after all.

Sometimes they not only bring comfort, they also bring help bring family together.

A/N: Yeah it is a fluff story, but Roy's was what I was talking to my BFF about out of inspiration blooming and here it is…do you think I should have just Done Roy's because I thought they were all cute, but I needed to show that Ollie does care; he is just bad at showing it. Anyway FAVORITE, REVIEW, WATCH HOW ANIMALS EAT THEIR FOOD BECAUSE IT IS FREAKIN' HILARIOUS…*mostly the last 2*: D SMILEZ!