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Title: Make you feel better II

Author: Rea Treoni

Rating: K+

Characters: Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Jason Todd.

WARNINGS: A few swear words around.

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

It was Jason's day off, okay? So it was very douche-y of his brothers to ruin it by calling him at three of the morning all panicked and desperate because the little ones got lost somewhere around the city and were probably dead, as Dick so colorfully explained it.

Also, it wasn't very nice to worry Jason's pants off on his day off. No, not nice at all. They had a system, okay? No one gets to die when one of them are having a day off. It's just rude.

Of course, Jason got up in a second when Dick's call came through his emergency comm. The eldest brother quickly explained the situation and asked for the Red Hood to help, which Jason didn't hesitate to give, because saying no to Dick when he is almost crying and voice cracking is like kicking a disable puppy.

He had just ended his conversation with Dick, plan already in mind, when the apartment's doorbell buzzed, making its usual annoying sound. Jason arched an eye brow, because who the hell would visit him at three in the morning? He considered ignoring it, he had something more important to do, like finding his suicidal little brothers, but the buzzing wouldn't stop.

As he put on his boots, he hopped towards the answering box, yelling a loud annoyed 'WHAT'.

"J-Jay, I need help"

Jason froze and recognized the voice in an instant. Even though it was weak, soft and cracking, Jason could easily identify his little brother's voice anywhere. Running downstairs in a speed that would make The Flash jealous, Jason opened the building door as soon as he got his hand on the handle.

As he faced a dirty, sobbing Tim, holding with big effort a pale bleeding unconscious Damian by his side, Jason's worry just intensified.

"What the hell, Tim?" he exclaims, frowning angrily, but not at his brother, mostly at himself, for not being out there with them in the first place. Day off, people, it's in the imaginary rules.

"Jay – Damian, he – I don't…" Tim gave up on trying making a coherent phrase; Jason nodded nonetheless, as he came closer and took Damian from Tim's arms, carrying him in bridal style.

"Come on" he urged Tim with his head, pointing at the stairs. Tim nodded, tears almost dry but still sniffling, and followed his brother.

Once back in the apartment, as Jason gently laid down Damian in his bed, Tim went to look for the medical equipment Jason kept in the kitchen.

"Damian. Hey, Kid. Can you hear me?" called out Jason softly, patting gently on of the ten years old cheek. Damian didn't even twitch "Shit"

A second after, Tim entered the room with a white box in his hands, handle it to Jason, who opened it up and started to take out the essentials.

"How is he?" Tim asked in low voice, watching carefully the young unresponsive Robin. Jason made a noncommittal noise.

"He lost a lot a blood, but I guess you already knew that" murmured Jason, pointing with his head at Tim's bloody uniform, and started to prepare the needle and a plastic bag.

Tim scolds annoyed "He needs a transfusion" he states firmly, already stripping from his uniform enough just to get his arm free. Jason eyed him for a second.

"Baby Bird, I don't think you are the best option to donate blood" he comments carefully, Tim sent him a weak glare.

"Neither are you, you need to be the one who stitches him up, I'm too weak to even hold the needle" Tim explains with force, not backing away. Jason sighed irritated but nodded neither way, Damian didn't had the time for them to argue about it.

Jason quickly linked all the equipment, and once the transfusion started, Jason focused himself on cleaning his youngest brother's wound before starting the stitching. Every few seconds he would look up, make sure that Tim was still awake and not so pale, and continue his work.

It took a while, but Damian started to gain some color, his wound was clean and closed, and his breathing became smooth and deep, with rhythm. Jason let out his own exhale, and lumped backwards, his back leaning against the wall.

"You okay?" he asks Tim from his seat on the floor. His brother, who was sitting by Damian's side in the bed, back against the bed's headboard, looked up, blinked a few times, shook his head softly to clear it.

"Yeah, I'm fine" he answers softly, rubbing one of his eyes with his fist "I'm just tired"

Jason snorts and rolls his eyes "That's an understatement"

Tim tries to chuckle but he was losing the battle against sleep. Jason hums to himself and stood up, walking over to Tim's side of the bed, and gently laid him down properly.

"Get some rest, Baby bird" he orders, and Tim just nods, eyelids already closing "You're going to need the energy for the lecture that it's coming in the morning"

After making sure that none of his little brothers were going to die, Jason took his comm and contacted an almost hysterical Dick.

"Dick, I got them" he informs "Calm down, Wing. They are at my apartment" he explains, and by his brother's response, he snorts quietly "They actually came here on their own. I don't know how, I didn't ask because I was saving the kid's life" Jason rolled his eyes a few moments later "Just get over here, you Mother Hen. Your birdies are okay"

Jason hang up, dropped the comm in the nightstand, and glance back at his sleeping brothers, eyes focused on the small but deep movement of their chest. He leans on the door frame, and sighs, almost with relief.

Douch-y brothers that don't follow the Day-Off rules, seriously.

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