N/A: Hi guys! Sorry about not updating, the sudden change of environment and moving and working all at the same time tripped me off for a while, but I will try to do as many requests as I can during my days offs!

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PD. Pardon any grammar mistakes.

Title: That One Time

Author: Rea Treoni

Rating: K+

Characters: Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake.

WARNINGS: Minor swears words to almost none. I should really erase this 'warning' section.

Requested by: PinkBat7941 and Robin0203

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

Tim was tired.

No, starch that: Tim was exhausted.

Not that it was something new. Tim was the only family member –besides Bruce but Bruce is a Bat not a Bird, big difference – that survived based on coffee and had more than four layers of bags under his once bright blue eyes.

Ah, and let's not forget the awful and irregular eating schedule the teen arranged for himself. Giving the kid some credit, he at least knew that he needed some protein and nutrients inside of him to live on, where he loses the credit is that he almost always forgets consuming them.

Because the fact that he knows, doesn't mean he actually does: hence the problem.

Did the family worried? Of course they did. Did they try to do something about it? Of course, if Dick's constant nagging, Jason's not so subtle baskets of instant ramen at Tim's door, Damian's scolding for the slightest bruise on the teenager's body after a sparring, Bruce worry glances and Alfred's disapproving shaking head said anything about it.

Tim wasn't stupid. Fair enough, he may be an idiot, but he wasn't stupid. In fact, he was very well known as the smart person in the family, no matter how much the rest of them try to deny it. He knows that his routine is not healthy –far from it – he knows that it's going to get him in trouble, just as he knows that being tired, distracted and weak in the battlefield is almost like a death sentence.

Again, he's an idiot, not stupid. He tries to repeat the same mantra inside his head to make himself better as the truck's hard bumping on the pavement sent him flying all around the box que was trapped on.

His head collided with the every single wall the metal box provided, sending a new level of pain to his already painful headache.

The blindfolded teen swears under his breath and scolds himself for being an idiot – but getting close on the 'stupid' part – and allowing himself to be kidnapped because of one silly slip he had during the battle.

Not being the first time on being kidnapped, Tim tries to concentrate himself to look for any chance of escaping before the truck comes to a stop. He moves his tied hands and feet but his kidnappers apparently went to the Boys Scouts because damn, they were very tight. They definitely knew their knots.

He tries to count in his head and calculate the traveling hours they have done since they tossed him inside the box, but his headache was only getting worse and concentrating was getting harder by the minute.

He let out another curse, Jason would be proud of the mount of swears he had said in the last hour.

So Tim, always being the rational, decided that: No, he was not going to escape for the next half an hour at least; he also can't concentrate to literally save his life, and he definitely cannot defend himself in his weak state.

He suppresses a groan as he somehow manages to press the distress call on his comm by tilting his head far enough to press his ear against his shoulder, sending the signal to all of his family members.

As the truck comes to a stop and Tim gets a urge to throw up, there's only one thought passing through his mind: if the kidnappers didn't killed him, his family definitely will.

He passed out exactly forty minutes after his beating began and woke up who knows how long after that.

He can vaguely hear the distant groans and grunts all around him, and he wonders if they're his or is someone else with him. The next thing he notices is that he feels damp, something dripping and sticky all over him, the smell of gunfire and metal filling his nose.

The beaten teenager tries to blinks, and figures that his right eye is swollen because it just won't open, while his left one is opening half way, all of his limited vision blurred and foggy.

He recognizes familiar colors, like that red spot, the yellow one, the blue one and especially the black one. Tim also notices that all of their movements are rigid, tense and quick, as if they were in a hurry.

Tim hums, trying to figure it out the reason on why they appeared to be in such a hurry to finishing off the criminals.

He doesn't know how much time it passes, but he can feel his eye starting to drop. He can hear different voices calling him, some louder than other but all of them with worry and fear dripping in their voice. Tim wonders why his family sound so distress on calling his name, he's pretty sure he ate a muffin two days ago.

The second thing he wonders is if he was going to wake up again.

Apparently, he was.

Or at least he thought so. Tim can easily recognize the bed he's lying in: he's back, somehow, at the Manor, resting in his old room, he can recognize that smell anywhere in the world. He can also hear clearly the heart monitor besides him, the typing of a laptop, the annoying pace of someone by the foot of this bed that is probably making a hole on his carpet and the sighing of someone by his left.

His throat is dry, his eyes definitely do not want to even try to open and he's way too comfortable to even make an effort. He hasn't felt this relaxed in a while, and he's damn well taking advantage of it.

Or at least that's his plan until he hears someone sniffing.

"Grayson." Came the warning, and Tim could almost roll his eyes as he recognizes Damian's voice coming from his right.

"I know. I know." Answers Dick distractedly by Tim's left.

"Can you stop that atrocious sound? He's stable and he's too annoying to die, anyway. Stop your nonsense already." Damian really needed to get a book on how to comfort people.

Dick sighs tiredly –ignoring Damian's annoyed 'tt' –and Tim can imagine him rubbing his eyes. "It's not that, Damian. He hasn't been that healthy recently and with the recent beating –"

"He's going to be fine. We got him on time and he's going to be fine."

If Tim didn't know better he could have sworn he heard some concern in the demon spawn's voice.

"We saved him. He has to be fine. I didn't waste my time on saving him just for him to die."

Is his voice shaking?

"He has to be fine. Dammit!"

Leave it to Damian to prove that apparently Tim didn't know better, because that was definitely concern in his thick cracking voice.

"Hey," Dick calls softly and Tim hears some rustling and some quick footsteps and suddenly Dick has also joined his right side "You're right. You're totally right, Dami. He's going to be alright. It's okay. He's okay."

Tim hears some sniffing and he's damn well sure that it's not Dick this time.

"He's an idiot." says Damian's muffled voice, probably because his face was pressed against Dick's chest and Dick let out a broken laugh.

"I think even Tim knows that."

Oh, he does, he definitely does know that.

"Hey," came Jason's voice by the end of the end, and everybody inside the room focuses on him "Do you remember that time during Tim's early days as Robin and he tried to climb a tree to rescue a cat and the cat totally hated him and he ended up with a broken arm?"

Jeez, thanks Jason, for bringing up embarrassing stories while he's injured. Lovely sibling bond – Wait, did he just called him 'Tim'? Why does it always involves a life threating experience for him to call him by his name and not his nickname?

Dick chuckles "It was about that time we figured out that Tim was definitely not the Animal Whisper of the family."

"Or that time he attempted to make some pancakes and as he tried to flip the mix, it ended up in the ceiling? Alfred was so unimpressed."

"Or that one when he finally finished his prototype of a new grappling hook and he was so excited to try out but he ended up going straight towards a wall, all while Commissioner Gordon and Bruce where watching on the rooftop."

"Oh Oh! And the time when he was running down the street because he was late for a meeting and a puppy suddenly appeared in his way and he tried to move so he wouldn't hit it and he ended up falling into a puddle?"

Tim is seriously questioning the use of having brothers.

The snickers and chuckles calmed down after a few minutes and an easy silence appered before a small voice broke it.

"I remember," starts Damian quietly "One time Drake found me in one of the Batcave corners crying after a nasty fight with Father. He didn't said anything, he just sat beside me and let me cry it all out, not leaving me alone for a second no matter how much I yelled at him or how hard I pushed him. He stayed until I finally fell asleep, the next morning I woke up in my bed." Damian hums "I started seeing him in a new light after that."

Tim was touched. He didn't really think that it had meant anything to Damian. That happened somewhere in the early days Damian just arrived and he was still new to everything: father, brothers, city, and life style. It was the early days when Damian was irrational, and he didn't get along with anyone, let alone Tim but when the seventeen years old found the small eight years old crying his eyes out, well, for Tim, there was only one logical thing to do and not lose his life while it.

"Tim was usually the one who checked up on me, back when I was still angry with the family, still angry with Bruce and with the world." Jason's voice is soft and fond, Tim could almost choke with emotion "I don't think he realizes this, but it was his not so subtle visits that saved me. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him. I own him my second chance in life."

He hears Dick taking a deep breath "Before Damian came, and right after I lost you Jay, Tim was the only thing I held dear me, he was the only brother I had left. I was petrified every time he went out in patrol and later on during the missions with the titans." The former Robin let out a shaky laugh "I was so paranoid, but I always tried to hide it behind the Cool Big Brother façade. He was the reason I stayed in Gotham back then. It was not because of Alfred, Bruce nor even Barbara. No, it was because of Tim. He also saved me and it always breaks my heart when I see his eyes and actually see that he thinks that he's not important, that he thinks he's not an essential element in the family." Dick gave up and let his tears flow, quiet sobs running through him.

"He's going to be okay." Jason.

"He better be okay." Damian.

"He will be okay." Dick.

'I will be okay, guys.' Thinks Tim in the back of his mind, sleep finally claiming him, feeling so safe and loved that he didn't even had to worry if he was ever to wake up again.

Because his family wanted him to wake up and he was damn well going to wake up for them.

'Just wait for me, guys, I'm on my way.'

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