Sorry about this! fixed now, don't own DC, thanks for letting me know this chapter was wonky. :)

Tim rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. His homework was done. Jason had suggested they play video games again, but Tim had declined. So Dick and Jason battled, while Timmy sat and watched. Tim coughed again into his arm. Dick looked over in concern, Jason took advantage of the opportunity to get a hit in, and Dick lept back into the game with a curse. Tim was tired, he didn't know why, it wasn't even dinner time yet. Dick and Jason battled on, and Tim's eyes got heavier and heavier.

Jason won, and went to brag to Tim, saw that Tim was asleep in his pile of blankets. Jason kicked Dick who was pouting like he was two.

"Check it out! Babybird fell asleep." Dick looked at Jason.

"Where did that come from?" Dick asked. Jason shrugged.

"He's got a nest don't he?" Dick laughed. It was true.

"Bruce is talking to his parents. Seeing if he can stay with us. Timmy's cold hasn't gone away, in fact its gotten worse, and I don't like sending him home to be alone, without someone to look out for him." Jason nodded.

"Good. It'll be nice to have him around. I like him" Dick nodded grinning.

"He is awfully cute, isn't he?" Jason smirked, and they both watched the tiny boy. His breathing was harsher than it should be, but other than that he looked like a baby. His arms were folded under his head, and his cheek rested on them. The hood on the red sweatshirt was up, and you could barely see Timmy's feathery black hair underneath it. His eyelids were thin and delicate looking. His lips were partially parted, and there was a pink flush over his cheeks. Blankets surrounded the rest of Tim, shrouding him from view. Bruce came in behind the boys and cleared his throat. Dick and Jason rushed over to him.

"I talked to the Drakes."

"And?" Said Jason, "What'd they say?" Bruce smiled.

"Tim can stay with us whenever they go out of town. Which is mostly all year round." Jason fist-pumped in celebration and Dick hugged Bruce. Bruce chuckled and patted the boy's heads. Just then they were interrupted by a whimper from the couch.

Bruce, Dick and Jason, turned around to find Tim whimpering and shaking on the couch. Bruce rushed to him, and cradled him on his lap.

"Tim its just a nightmare, you need to wake up. C'mon Tim, wake up chum." Dick felt Timmy's forehead

"He's burning up." Bruce's face grew serious.

"C'mon Timmers you need to wake up." Jason said pleadingly. Suddenly Tim opened his eyes. He clutched onto Bruce's shirt and started sobbing.

"Hey, hey Timmy..." Said Bruce gently. It was a tone one would never expect to hear from the Batman. Dick and Jason had heard it before, every time they were plagued by terror in the night. This Bruce was buried far beneath all of Batman's strength, Brucie's stupidity, their Dad's serious demeanor. This Bruce was the gentle Bruce. This Bruce is where Batman's True power came from, and his need to protect everyone. Timmy felt himself being rocked, and through his tears he heard someone whispering to him gently.

When Timmy looked up, he found himself surrounded by the Wayne family. Dick, Jason, Bruce and even Alfred were all there. To his embarrassment he found himself sitting cradled in Bruce's arms like a baby. Tim blushed, and then sneezed. Twice.

"You okay Timmy?" Dick asked. Timmy nodded, and then started coughing. Bruce held Timmy as he coughed and coughed. Alfred frowned and brought an electric thermometer out of his jacket pocket. He pressed it to Timmy's ear and soon it beeped. Alfred examined it and frowned.

"Well Master Timothy, with a fever like that you should be in bed. Come along." Timmy shook his head, trying to detangle himself from the strong arms lifting him up.

"N-no I have to g-get h-home…" Bruce picked Tim up with ease.

"No you don't Timmy. I called your parents. You're going to stay here with us when they're out of town." Timmy stopped wiggling and looked up at Bruce in shock.

"T-they said I c-could stay h-here?" Bruce nodded, then carefully carried his special load up to the spare room Alfred had prepared.

"Your room is next to Jason's and across from Dick's." Bruce said as he set Tim down in the giant bed. Tim nodded.

"Swallow this if you please Master Tim." Alfred said, handing him a few pills with a glass of water. Tim obediently swallowed the pills, and then sneezed. Twice. Bruce gently wiped Tim's nose with a soft handkerchief.

"Try to get some sleep Timmy, I know its a lot to process right now." Timmy nodded again and then cuddled beneath the blankets. Dick and Jason watched from the door, as Bruce tucked the boy in. Everything was okay now. Timmy was still waiting for his parents, but now they didn't seem so far away.

Dick and Jason watched Timmy fall into a blissful sleep. Jason leaned over to Dick:

"You and me have some business to settle with a few certain someones tomorrow." Dick smiled.

"You better believe it Jason. You better believe it."

"Capes or Richie-Drapes?"

"Hmmm… decisions, decisions…"

"Capes we get no blame…"

"But Richie-Drapes we do…"

"Ups and downs to both…"

"Why must we be plagued with such terrible decisions? We're too young to be stressed!"

"Well said, Dickie-bird, well said."

"Thank you."

"Hey Dick?"

"Yes?"

"Lets do Richie-Drapes. I want 'em to be sceared."

"Tomorrow then?"

"Ya, tomorrow."