Hey there guys! I swear I am not dead. I feel so bad for not writing. Sorry! Please, remember that I love it when you reviews. It really makes my day that you guys care enough to talk about my story. Shout out to PinkBat7941 for their comments! Love you alot! Here is a sleepy!Tim fic for ya

Clack, clack, click, clack, click, click. The echoes of the keyboard keys reverberated around the room. Tim's eyes were straining, reading the bright glow coming off the screen. He knew it was bad to use a bright computer in a dark room but there was so much work that needed to be done. His fingers were flying over the keyboard, typing quicker and quicker. That company needed hacking and batman needed that report and that computer needed coding and on and on the work list went.

So on and on went Tim. Suddenly, a loud DING interrupted his thoughts and he almost groaned with relief. Finally. The familiar whirrs and clicks started up as the makeshift conveyor belt started moving. By the time it finally reached him, Tim snatched it up in his hands, faster than a speeding bullet. He started gulping down the coffee, his body desperate for caffeine, regardless that it was scalding.

After downing a few more cups of double caffeinated coffee, he felt slightly more alert. Tim was currently functioning on the one hour of sleep he had managed to get in about three days. And it was starting to take its toll, even a bat-trained kid needed sleep. But regardless, back to the computer screen it was, clacking away at the keyboard again. He seemed to be just getting started when a hand clapped down on his shoulder.

Tim let out an inhuman shriek and fumbled for the utility belt sitting opposite his computer. Just as his finger grasped it, the belt from torn from his hands and then his world was turned upside down. He was hanging from the ceiling, his feet wrapped in some utility strength cord. Tim cast his eyes down to see his attacker, only to find a familiar grin.

"Hey there Timmy, what's up?" Tim just rolled his eyes and groaned. "Oh that's right! It's you. You're up." Dick replied, his grin growing even wider.

"Get me down, Dick." Tim said, exasperated, squirming to get free of his bonds. There was a flash of a batarang and tim was in Dick's arms. The now cut cord falling loosely from his legs onto the floor. Dick gently placed Tim back in his chair and sat Indian style on the floor.

"What're you working on?" Dick inquired.

"Lots of stuff. Which I am very busy with…" Tim said, the hints painfully clear in his voice.

Dick opted to ignore this and kept on talking. "How long have you been working?"

Tim knew immediately Dick would flip out if he knew the truth, so hence came the lie, "Oh, only a couple of hours or so. Maybe two. Or three?"

Dick seemed nonchalant for a moment, then said, "Liar."

"What?"

"That's right Timmy. Why're you lying? First off, I can tell from the ground, that is completely littered with coffee cups, coffee bags and far too many 5-hour energy drinks. Also, your hair is a complete wreck, your eyes are totally bloodshot, you look like both your eyes have been punched and you have so many bags under your eyes even Bruce couldn't afford to take them on an airplane. Your bed hasn't been used in who knows how long, except to hid the remains of the pure protein bars you have clearly been stealing from the Flash. You are shaking and you look like you are about to collapse, so don't lie to me and tell me that you are fine!"

Tim just stood there dumbfounded, staring at Dick. "Now come on Tim, how about we head back to the batcave and you can get some sleep at Wayne Manors. I'm sure Bruce won't be happy to hear that you've been treating yourself this way."

Tim just looked sheepish and shrugged his shoulders, then turned back to the computer screen. "Sorry Dick, I really-" Tim yawns loudly then continues, "am, but I've got a lot to do. Thanks for your concern but I am fine." The tapping of the keys continued as Tim went back to work.

Dick sat down on tim's bed and huffed. Clearly he was fighting a losing battle. There was only one way to win. And that was to cheat. He got up off the bed and stretched, dragging it out. "Timmy, do you have anything to eat in here?"

Tim didn't even glance up, just pointed towards the kitchen and said, "There should be some poptarts or something."

"Poptarts? Sweet!" Dick took off towards the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, "Do you want me to make you some coffee or something?"

Tim's reply was instantaneous,"Yes! Anything, just make it double caffeine."

Dick was rummaging around, looking for the coffee. Soon enough a pot of coffee was brewing in the pot. (Finally) The coffee was done and he poured it into a mug. A little bit later, Dick reemerged from the kitchen, clutching the mug and holding yet another poptart between his teeth.

He handed Tim the mug and sat back down on the be, eating his poptart quietly. Tim quickly downed the contents, relishing the buzz of energy from the caffeine. It was almost as if his drowsiness had all gone away, and was replaced by a light headed feeling. Except, it didn't go away. Tim felt his body get lighter and numb and began desperately trying to move. Just before his vision started fading away, he saw Dick crouch in front of him, holding a small vial full of ebony-colored powder.

"Sorry Timmy, but you need this."

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Sunlight was filtering through the window and straight into Tim's eyes. Ugh, this is so nice I want to go back to sleep… He muttered sleepily in his head. Still not opening his eyes, he rolled over so his back would be to the sun, his hands resting on the tasseled pillow next to him.

Suddenly, threw the pillow across the room. He didn't have a pillow with tassels in his room. The events of last night's came rushing back to him and he sat up with a groan. This was Dick's fault. His eyes darted around the room, trying to figure out where he was.

They rested on Bruce, lounging on a chair in the corner, lazily reading a book. "Hello Tim. Sleep well?" he says, without looking up.

Tim brought a hand up to a head and ran it through his hair. "Fine, I guess, for someone who was drugged." he replied, slightly accusing.

"Tim, you know he did it for your own good. I mean look at you, you clearly have not been taking care of yourself. How long has it been since you have had enough sleep that is appropriate for a sixteen year old? And don't tell me that all that coffee you have been drinking is making up for it. You know how bad that much caffeine is for you. I had Alfred check you over and you health is far poorer. Come on Tim. I mean, you slept for a day straight. That should be tell-tale enough."

This pissed Tim off, "Well you know what? The only reason I would be like this is if I had been working! Which I have! For you! All these things I have been doing instead of sleeping? They were for you!" Bruce softened his demeanor and said, "I know Tim. I didn't mean to overload you with work. You just need to let me know when it is too much, Okay? And make sure you have time for you." Tim relaxed and nodded, then slipped out of bed. "Alfred has prepared lots of food for you downstairs. He probably won't let you leave until you eat all of it." Bruce chuckled, turning back to his book.

Tim nodded again and headed down the stairs. There he met Dick who draped has arm over Tim's shoulder. "Look, I'm sorry Timmy for drugging you. But it was for your own good, okay? You should call me when you have too much work so that I can help. And just call to check in. I am your bat brother after all, right?"

Tim smiled and replied, "Right. How about we go eat?"

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