I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING

Warning: The 'Panic' series, contains the following: Graphic Depictions of Self Harm/Self Mutilation, Thoughts of Suicide, Course Language, Anxiety, Rude Comments, Panic Disorder, and Panic Attacks. If any of these warnings seem triggering to you, I do not suggest that you read this story.

(I know that the ages are inaccurate, but I am making them like this for the story)

Dick (Nightwing): 21

Jason (Red Hood): 18

Tim (Red Robin): 15

Damian (Robin): 13

This is a request/suggestion for: Nadia Zindani

I ACCEPT REQUESTS/SUGGESTIONS ONLY IF THEY ARE RELEVANT TO THIS STORY

Wake Up

It has been thirteen days, six hours and forty-seven minutes since Tim had a panic attack. That's a new record.

Tim settled down in his computer desk chair. Ever since he found out, Jason has been helping him with his anxiety and stress levels. Whenever Tim starts to feel particularly stressed out, Jason will drag him away from his work to spar.

Tim used to think that if anyone ever found out about his disorder, than they would abandon him. From how Jason has been helping him, Tim realized where he was wrong. That being said, he does not plan on telling everyone else anytime soon.

Tim turned his head to his bedroom door when he heard someone knock.

"Come in." He called.

Jason walked into the bedroom dressed in a tuxedo and with another one slung over his arm.

"What is it, Jason?" Tim asked suspiciously.

Jason rolled his eyes, "Calm down, it's not like a brought a bomb into your room."

…

"That was one time and you know it!"

"What do you want, Jason?" Tim sighed.

Jason raised an eyebrow, "Don't tell me you forgot."

Tim went through all of his plans for today and found nothing except for organizing the bird-a-rang containers.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Tim said plainly.

Jason threw the extra tux at Tim's head, "The Golden Bridge Charity Gala is tonight and we are all going." He smirked evilly before sauntering out of the room.

Tim groaned and slammed his head onto the desk. Jason knows how much he hates these things. Tim grabbed the tux that fell to the floor when he moved and started to get ready for the party filled with rich pigs and gross colored champagne.

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"Oh, Mister Drake. It's good to see you." Another guest greeted him as they made their way deeper into the gala. Tim nodded his acknowledgment before edging away from the high society of Gotham and leaning against one of the only shadow-cloaked walls.

"Hiding from your adoring fans, Babybird?" Jason chuckled. Tim rolled his eyes.

"They're fans of my company and they are only speaking to me so that their companies have the possibility of having a future with Drake Industries." Tim growled.

Jason's smirk turned into a sympathetic smile before he left. Tim thought that he just didn't want to talk anymore, but a second later, Jason was standing in front of him with two glasses of the murky champagne.

"I haven't had alcohol in almost a week, thanks to Alfred, and you look like you need it." Jason handed him one of the thing glasses and raised his for a toast. Tim clinked his glass against Jason's. "To being fuck-ups." Tim rolled his eyes at Jason's attempt at a toast.

#####BREAK LINE#####

Jason and Tim spent the most of the gala talking in the corner, hiding from everyone.

"Be right back." Jason said before he left. Probably to the restroom. He did have seven glasses of champagne.

Tim was starting to space-out when someone approached him.

"Oh, Mr. Drake! What on earth are you doing hiding away like that?" Miss Surpenso asked.

Miss Surprenso was a forty-two year old woman who married the owner of 'Dellfath Core'. She wore crude amounts of make-up all the time and she gossiped about everyone. She was also not afraid to share her opinion. Making her one of the rudest people that Tim has ever had the misfortune to meet.

"Good evening, Miss Surprenso." Tim greeted.

"Hmm." Surprenso hummed, "When do you plan on managing Drake Industries, my dear? It has been, what, eight years since Janet and Jack died?"

Tim forced a smile, "Seven years, actually. And I plan on managing Drake Industries when I am twenty-one. I am barely fifteen and I am starting online college courses when I turn sixteen." He informed her.

"Oh, well in six years or so, you should look into a partner-ship with Dellfath Core. With your company's 'Medical and Engineering Team' and our 'Sciences Division', we could quite possibly top Wayne Enterprise!" Surprenso laughed gleefully.

Tim smiled his fake smile once again, "Actually, I was thinking of merging with Wayne Enterprise. As, I am also the heir to that company.[1] It would be easier to manage both by developing the smaller one, in this case Drake Industries, with the larger one, Wayne Enterprise."

Mrs. Surprenso's smile faded but she quickly converted it into a scowl, "I guess your father was right," Tim stiffened, "You will drive his company into the ground." And with that, she huffed and stomped away.

'Is he still fit to be an heir?'

'Yes, but he will drive my bet on my life that he will drive my company into the ground.'

Tim started to feel light headed so he looked for Jason. He could feel it clawing it's way out of his chest. The familiar pain of burning lungs.

Jason was by Dick.

He needs to get over there.

But Dick will see.

Jason laughs at something and turns his head, catching Tim's eye. Tim started to breath faster and his hand instinctively went to his left wrist. Jason paled and with out an explanation to Dick, sprinted to Tim.

Tim sank down into the corner and pulled his knees to his chest. Jason kneeled next to him.

"It's okay, Babybird. You've been doing so well. Everything's okay." Jason grabbed both of Tim's wrists so that he couldn't hurt himself. Tim shook his head.

Everything was not okay.

His parents were right.

He ruins everything.

"Timmy. Tim. I need you to match my breathing. You know how to do that, yeah? Do what I do." Jason started to breath in and out. Like he did when he first caught Tim having a panic attack.

Tim tried to match his breathing but he could hear the chatter of the Gala and his name.

'…always knew he would screw it up…'

'….not fit….Jack was better…'

'….screw-up…'

Apparently Jason could hear it too because he grit his teeth and helped Tim stand up.

"Okay, we're gonna get out of here. We're gonna go outside, okay? Come on." Jason guided Tim outside, ignoring the looks that they got.

Tim turned his head and saw multiple people staring.

Including Dick.

Bruce and Damian must have been on the other side of the room.

But Dick was there.

And he was looking at both of them with a mixture of worry and confusion in his eyes.

Tim ignored Dick's gaze the best he could and focused more on his breathing.

"Just focus on breathing, Babybird. Ignore them. We're almost there." Jason whispered the comforting words into Tim's ear.

Jason walked Tim all the way to one of the downstairs guest rooms and sat him down on the edge of the king-sized bed. Jason crouched in front of Tim and kept a firm grip on his shoulders.

"It's okay. Everything's okay. Just watch my breathing like you did the other day." Jason started to do the breathing exercises like he the first time and Tim copied him.

Tim almost had his breathing under control when he heard the door open.

'They're going to see me. They're going to know how messed up I am.'

Tim started hyperventilating again. Jason cursed and glared at the new arrival before trying to calm Tim down again.

"Hey. It's okay. If everything was not okay, I would tell you. Remember that one time where you got kidnapped by Penguin and I had to save your ass? We had to jump out of a twenty-story building and only I had a grapple-line so I asked you if you trusted me and you said-"

'I trust you with my life, Jason.'

"Well I need you to trust me here. Just breathe. You're safe." Jason pulled Tim into a hug and started to comfortingly thread his fingers through his hair. "You're safe."

It took seven minutes for Tim to finally get his breathing back under control but when he did, he remembered the room's other occupant.

Tim looked up to the door to see Dick, staring at them with a mixture of sadness and worry in his eyes.

"Timmy?"

Jason tensed next to him. He must have forgotten that someone else was in the room as well.

"Timmy, what's going on?" Dick slowly made his way to the bed and crouched next to Jason and Tim.

He didn't trust his voice so Tim turned to Jason.

"Are you sure, Babybird?" Jason asked cautiously. Tim hesitantly nodded before hiding his face in Jason's tuxedo jacket, not wanting to see Dick's face when Jason told him.

"Sure about what? Jason, what's wrong with him?" Dick asked worriedly.

Jason growled, "There's nothing wrong with him." Dick apologized and waited for Jason to continue. "Tim, he. He has a disorder," at Dick's surprised look he quickly continued, "Nothing too bad. But he has Panic Disorder."

"What? How did we not know?" Dick asked, shocked at the new revelation.

Jason shrugged, "I'm still asking myself that. I just found out recently, actually."

Dick nodded, showing that he understood but he was clearly still confused, "Then what causes them? The panic attacks." Dick clarified.

Tim tensed and Jason gripped him tighter, "His douche canoe parents." Jason used the particular insult that he knows makes Tim smiled. Judging by how Tim's shoulders were slightly shaking, he was holding in his laughter.

"Wait, so his parents cause his attacks? But, how?" Dick asked.

Jason sighed, he did not want to explain this, "You know how his parents were fucktards, right?" Dick nodded. "Well they put a lot of pressure on Tim and that caused him massive amounts of anxiety. Massive amounts of anxiety can give someone panic disorder. Since his parents were the cause of the disorder, his attacks are triggered by them. If someone mentions them or if someone else causes him anxiety, he is reminded of them." Jason explained.

Dick looked at Tim sadly and slowly made his way closer to them. Dick opened his arms slightly, looking at Jason imploringly. Jason sighed but carefully handed Tim over to Dick. Tim was obviously close to falling asleep, so he did not resist.

That's how Bruce found his three oldest sons in the morning. Tim curled up against Dick and Jason sleeping on Dick's shoulder still in their silk suits.

A/N: Yay! Second chapter is done! I am loving how the story is turning out! Please send in requests/suggestions! :D

[1] Yes, Tim is the heir to Drake Industries and Wayne Enterprise. Dick and Jason don't know how to run a company and don't want to be businessmen and a Damian is too young.

Yes, I purposefully made it so Dick does not find out about Tim's 'method' of stopping the attacks. I am working on everyone's suggestions/requests so please send me some if you have any! I will try to update once a week. School started so I will be busier, but I will still write! I don't plan on stopping anytime soon :D

QUESTION TIME!

Do you guys think that Dick should be more involved or should he just be on the side-lines? Leave your opinion in the reviews but keep in mind that he does not know about Tim's 'method' for controlling the attacks.