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Title: Make you feel better

Author: Rea Treoni

Rating: K+

Characters: Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, brief Jason Todd.

WARNINGS: A few swear words at the end.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Batman related character. They are DC Comics's.

Tim was tired.

Okay, that was an understatement, he was exhausted. But he kept on moving forwards, half carrying, half dragging a semi-conscious Damian along with him. Both heroes were in their ragged dirty uniforms, and really, this is what happens when you recklessly chase the criminals without telling anyone and end up with a deep gash on the abdomen, bleeding all over Tim's uniform. Alfred was going to be pissed; it's not easy to wash off blood.

Tim blames Damian. It was his fault totally; he was the one who got himself stabbed and lost in the amount of two hours until Tim finally got a lead on him and started to bring him back home.

The bad news was that Tim was dirty, hurt, tired, without his utility belt, no weapons, no comms, and so damn worried because why wouldn't Damian stop bleeding.

It was all Damian's fault, Tim decides yet again, blinking away the tears that were gathering in his eyes, a deep frown in place. He was very aware that they were on the other side of the city, far away from the Batcave and with no form on how to communicate with the rest of the family. So Tim went with his next logical option: Go over Jason's. Their older brother's apartment was the closest thing Tim had to attend properly Damian before he bled out on him.

They were half way there when Damian began twitching and moving around. Tim jostles him a little, so his grip on the ten years old wound wouldn't displaced itself. Red Robin watched as his little brother blinked groggily and turned lazily his head, looking around him and taking note of the situation before his still masked eyes focused on him.

Damian smiled faintly and tried to raise his arm only to it to fall against his thight "Look at it this way, Drake: you may be Robin again" he murmured barely audible, Tim made an effort to ignore what Damian meant by that.

Tim hums as response, because the growing lump in his throat wouldn't allowed him more than that. The former robin is aware of the situation: Damian is losing a lot of blood, they are without back up, they have no medical supplies at the moment, they still got a few good minutes before they reached Jason's and the damn wound wouldn't just stop bleeding.

Tim took a deep breath, trying to stay focus and collected, because he won't be any use to Damian if he started panicking and worrying.

"Also, if it makes you feel better, I'm gonna tell you a secret" whispered Damian, still weak and groggily "I don't hate you. I actually love you. You are my brother" he states, head bumping against Tim's shoulder softly.

Tim gulped loudly "That doesn't make it better, Robin, it just means that you are in worst shape than what I thought" 'and I'm here, and I'm supposed to protect you, because you are my little brother, and I love you too, please don't die on me, I can't lose you again'

Damian pouted against Tim's neck "But I do love you"

Damned tears. "See? You are already talking gibberish" Tim jokes, trying to chuckled but it came out as a soft sob.

After a few seconds in silence, Tim could already make out the form of Jason's building. He carefully jostled up Damian once again, so he could carry him more easily, gauze still pressed against Damian's wound. The ten years old was limp and let himself be carried and maneuvered, he ended up with his head resting on the curve of Tim's neck and shoulder.

"I'm sorry I'm a pain" even though it was less than a whisper and weak, Tim heard it clear as rain. No seeing the point of trying to hide his tears, he let them flow free, making his mask to slip from his eyes.

Tim struggled to breath, because the fact that Damian still considered himself as a pain inside their family just breaks his heart. Sure, they joke around about those things, but never for a second means it. Damian has proved himself, he was loved by every single member of the family and he was the baby of the family. They had lost him once, and Tim will be dammed if he lost him again.

"You are not a pain" Tim reassures him, finally facing the door of the building and pressed Jason's bell, and as static easily heard from the little box of ring bells "You are my little brother" he whispers against Damian's hair, suppressing a sob as Jason's deep voice appeared.

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