N/A: THIS IS NOT HOW I MEANT TO WRITE IT. Oh well. Honestly, it actually looks like uh…filter or something. I kinda sorta suck at angst, guys.

Title: That One Time II

Author: Rea Treoni

Rating: T

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.

The first time he woke up Tim received five things: a ruffle in his already messy tangled hair, a new bruise on his not-so-injured arm, a damped shoulder, a soft kiss on his temple and a warm relieved smile.

That, of course, after the drama that happened a little bit after midnight, when he may have died for a second and the line went flat on the machine.

Tim didn't even knowledge it because suddenly he was jolted awake, taking big deep breaths and rubbed unconsciously his chest.

"Ow, Jason!"

"I'm not even sorry! I thought you were dying you little shit!"

"I thought I was dying!"

"Well, there you go then! You're welcome, you piece of shit!"

"I was getting there! Thank you, asshole!"

"You're welcome!"

"Why are we still yelling!?"

"I don't know! You scared the crap out of me!"

"I'm sorry!"

"You better be!"

Meanwhile, Dick and Damian, along with Alfred and Bruce, stared at the scene. The adults had relived smiles and let out the breath they were holding, while Damian just glared at the two losers in front of him, already planning his revenge for making him worry.

The second time a drama happened like the Episode 1 of that morning was the day after, when Tim was considerably getting better but still in need of the machines and IVs around him, which created a problem because Tim never liked the IVs.

He didn't know exactly the reason of it, maybe it was because it felt freaky to have something connected and inside you at the same time and yet feeling like it would fall off at any time? Yeah, not cool.

That's why, during his afternoon nap, he pulled it off his arm, as carefully as he could while being half-sleep, let out something in between an annoyed and satisfied whine and went back to sleep, ignoring the flat beeping of the machine by his side.

It wasn't much later that he faintly heard the desperate running down the hall and suddenly his door was practically knocked down and he had a worried panicked Jason on top of him, pushing hard against his chest as if giving him CPR.

A little more awake now but still in a daze and confused of the whole situation, Tim didn't reacted until Jason pushed one last time a little too hard on his chest and his face suddenly came way to close to Tim's liking.

"WOAH! JASON!" Tim yells, fully awake now, sitting up in record time, making his brother to almost fall from the bed. After a few seconds of stunning silence, the teen frowned in pain and rubbed his chest, a sour pout in place. "OUCH!"

The antihero held up his hands up in the air. "I'M NOT EVEN SORRY! I thought you were dying you little shit! AGAIN."

"Ithought I was dying when I had your thousand pounds on top of me!"

"And yet you're still alive! You're welcome!"

"JASON!"

After a week and what looked like the whole franchise of the Star Wars Episodes because of the many Drama Episodes they had along the days, Tim was finally able to stay awake more than a few hours and eat more than just soup.

Tim had to give it to his brothers, they actually waited quite a long time for them to finally do their lecture.

"So, what did we learn?" starts Jason, arms crossed against his chest, eyeing carefully the teen on the bed.

Tim resists the urge to roll his eyes. "Not to wait until the last minute to call for back up."

"And?" pushes Dick, arching an eyebrow.

"No more skipping meals."

"And?" Damian's eyes narrow at him, forcing him to continue.

"Not be generally stupid."

The three brothers around the teen's bed glanced at each other, a silent conversation passing through their eyes, before nodding, satisfied for now with the answers.

"Can I have my laptop back now?" Tim asks, lifting his arms up, trying to reach the laptop on Damian's arms.

Dick frowns, disapproving. "Timmy, Bruce and Alfred said no work for at least three weeks –"

"I'm not going to work." The teenagers reassurance, flopping himself against his pillows on his bed, still sitting "I just want to watch some Netflix with you guys, since I can't really move much around and go to the Movie Room." He explains, sending them a small hopeful smile.

With a snort from Jason, a bright smile from Dick and a half-hearted roll eye from Damian, the three brothers climbed the bed without a comment. Content and comfortable silence lasted about five seconds before everything went down.

"Todd, get your stinky foot out of my face." Spats Damian annoyed, slapping Jason's foot away from his face.

Jason huffs equally annoyed. "Well, excuse me, Demon Spwan, it's not my fault you can't fit in the bed."

"What are you babbling about, you simpleton? You're literally the only sasquatch here. Even Grayson is a dwarf." Dick let out a squeal of indignation.

"I'm not that short!"

"Sure, keep telling yourself that, Fairy Dick." Mocks Jason while letting out a big snort, only to stop short when an elbow collided with his ribs.

"You wanna go there, Jay Jay? Should I remind you the Halloween when you decided to dress up as Peter Pan because of your red hair –"

"Bah! Nah! Stop right there! I was ten years old! You can't hold that blackmail with you for so long!"

"Watch me, Peter Todd."

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE TODD, AT LEAST WASH YOUR SOCKS FROM TIME TO TIME! UGH!"

Not soon after that, Tim had a pile of wrestling brothers by the end of his bed, throwing punches and slaps all over themselves. Tim was pretty sure that not even them knew what they were aiming at, and he already counted five slaps Jason threw and slapped himself with them.

Tim opens his mouth but closes it soon after. He pondered his options between: ignoring his brothers and enjoying some Sherlock by himself or recording his brother's childishness, adding it to his box of blackmail.

The teen superhero had to admit; it felt nice having the people you love around you, especially when they show, in their own way, that they love you back. A small fond smile started to form in Tim's lips.

And then a pillow hit him straight on his face.

"JASON!"

"NOT EVEN SORRY!"

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