Hey Everyone! Sorry that these are so late, and I've forgone the order... whoops. I'll upload them in order when I get to it, but here's prompt 8: Sleep Deprivation. Let me know any prompts that you are excited for and I'll try to get them done sooner rather than later :) Leave me a comment if you enjoy any of these! I love reading them! Also thank you to josephinehampton123 who wrote me such a nice messaged I just wanted to say how much I appreciated it! Hope you like this next chapter! lots of love - Lorna :)

Tim was getting so tired of everyone's newfound concern for his well being. You need to sleep, Tim. Tim, you can't eat a single meal a day and call it healthy, Tim you can't patrol when you have thirty minutes of sleep under your belt and the flu, And his least favorite… Tim, you shouldn't drink so much caffeine. Heaven forbid they take that away. Tim knew it was bad, but he was fairly sure that he would completely shut down without coffee. His blood might be more coffeee that water at this point. Rationally he knew that was silly, but the point remained. It was just irritating and maybe a little endearing if he could admit it to himself.

Nobody had bothered to care before, though, so he shouldn't get his hopes up now. Not his parents, not his various nannies before he became too old for them, not his teachers, who only saw the kid smart enough to ace all his exams but couldn't be bothered to apply himself. No one. They were never around long enough to care, and he didn't need - no, he didn't want - it. Even if maybe it left him feeling some weird happy sensation when someone bothered to acknowledge his presence.

Anyway… that was all besides the point. Right now he was running on 4 sleepless days, a 20-minute power nap, a granola bar, and enough coffee that his brain was actually buzzing and his foot couldn't stop moving. He showed up to school just to get attendance points and was solely focused on the case at hand. By the second day, all his teachers had just stopped attempting to engage with him and let him sit in the back of every classroom, typing away at his laptop. Had his grades suffered? Maybe, but he could hack those later if need be. Bruce just told him he had to go to school, not participate. Tim fulfilled all his obligations.

Apparently, the world was going to teach him a lesson about technicalities. He had hardly started walking back to the Drake mansion, his head completely unaware of the world around him. Mistake number one. Actually, mistake number two. Mistake number one was bothering to go to school that morning. Mistake number three was when he did realize that the nagging feeling in his gut was danger and not too much caffeine on an already anxious mind, he didn't act quickly enough to stop the sting of a hand clapping over his mouth. The fingers were warm against his skin, steady, but not painful in their grip. He tried to escape, writhing and twisting, but the figure seemed to know exactly what he was going to do, and simply shifted their grip each time. His neck was moved to the side, exposing the soft flesh. Tim made a frightened noise and thrashed harder to make it even more difficult. Something slid under his skin with a sharp pain, and Tim tried and failed to shift out of the figure's grip.

Stupid black spots were dotting his vision. His body felt heavy, as if he was crashing from too much coffee and too little of everything else. He slumped forward, and the hand slid off his mouth to catch him as he tumbled. The last thought Tim managed to consciously hold onto was that mistake number one was not going to school but leaving his house entirely that morning. He should have just worked on the case from home and screwed the consequences.

He woke up feeling fuzzy, as if he wasn't supposed to be awake. His head felt like it was stuffed with packing peanuts, and he was vaguely aware that he must have been asleep for several hours. The caffeine had long worn off, leaving him distinctly irritable and tired. He couldn't decide whether the caffeine withdrawal or being sedated against his will was worse. He hissed as he tried and failed to sit up, feeling blood rush to his brain, making it throb in a particularly savage rhythm.

"Shh, Timmy. Lie back down." There was a gentle hand in his hair, easing the pounding headache with calming strokes. Tim sighed, comfortable he collapsed back onto… wherever he was. He felt a moment of alarm that was quickly drowned out by exhaustion.

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He blinked, once, twice, three times before his brain finally managed to get back on track. Something cold was being pushed to his lips, and he choked when awareness finally came back. But he realized… it was just water flowing out of the cup, and he was thirsty. He wanted coffee, he thought sluggishly, but he'd take water if that was all that was presented to him. The headache had returned with the coming alertness, though even that was foggy at best.

"Good job, baby bird. Finish that, okay?" The hand was back, drawing the pain away as it ran through his hair in soft, even strokes. Tim forced himself to finish the glass of water before he gave in to his fatigue again, only semi-realizing that he was now leaning against a person rather than a bed or a couch.

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This time when he woke up, Tim was actually cognizant. He sat up with a jolt of alarm, his hand going to his neck where he could still feel, albeit minutely, the tender skin around where he'd been injected. He hissed as his headache was back at full force, and Tim realized with irritation that he must not have had caffeine for several hours. He looked out of the window. Scratch that, maybe even a day. There were footsteps coming toward him, and Tim tensed, looking around the room in a daze. It was nice, probably some sort of living or front room area, and he was curled on the couch.

A door opened and closed, footsteps getting louder.

"Hey, baby bird." Jason gave him a soft smile, usually reserved for when Tim was either really endearing or in so much trouble. He couldn't recall doing anything endearing. "How are you feeling?"

Tim blinked at him. "Fine," he managed after a couple seconds.

Jason laughed. "Caffeine withdrawal is a sh*thole for anyone, much less the addict that you are."

"Can I have coffee?" Tim asked hopefully, wincing at the dull throbbing in his head and the way he couldn't get himself to just sit still and focus. Jason gave him another one of those soft smiles that made Tim fear for his life.

"Sorry, Tim. I'm afraid you're going to be going cold turkey for a while."

Tim's eyes went wide. "Jason, no!" He whined.

Jason just shrugged, coming to sit beside his younger brother, still tangled up in the blankets on the couch. He let the 16-year-old lean against him. He immediately wrapped his arm around Tim, the other hand brushing stray black hair out of his eyes.

"Jay," Tim whined.

Jason just shook his head. "No, Timmy, I know it's not particularly pleasant, but you're using coffee to get out of doing other basic needs... like sleep."

Tim made a noise of protest.

Tim could feel Jason chuckle under him. "Tim, you slept for 16 hours uninterrupted and then another 8 after I woke you up to make sure you ate and drank something."

"I've been asleep for 24 hours!" Tim tried to snap up, but Jason drew him back down. "Bruce is going to kill me for missing school and patrol! I'm going to fall behind on my cases and-"

Jason's hand snaked up into Tim's hair again, doing the same stupidly soothing movements. "Shh baby bird. B knows your with me, and he already took care of the school absence. You can't tell me you're terribly sad about missing it, I've seen what you've been doing the past couple days and school doesn't make top 50 things you wanted to do."

"S'not completely true." Tim muttered irritably. "I technically did everything Bruce asked. He wanted me to show up to school. Never said anything about participation."

Jason didn't stop running his hand through Tim's hair. "That's beside the point Timbo. No coffee for the foreseeable future. At least until I'm reasonably sure you're never going to let it get this far again." He emphasized the last sentence in a way that sent a rush of dread down Tim's spine.

"I'm fine!"Tim hissed, trying to push himself up again. Jason didn't let him move an inch. The arm that was wrapped around him, trapping him to the couch, tightened for a moment in warning.

"Tim."

"I am!" Tim replied irritably. "I've gone longer without sleep, and everything has been fine. Everything was under control. You can't hold me hostage here!"

Jason's hand didn't stop moving through his hair, but the strokes went from light to a warning pressure, easing Tim's head back against his shoulder.

"I can, and I most certainly will, hold you hostage here, Timmy. Baby birds can't be trusted to take care of themselves after all."

Tim huffed, but his irritation was already fading with Jason's steady heartbeat underneath him and a hand running through his hair over and over again. He let himself relax into Jason's grip.

"I'm fine," he repeated once more, because he had to convince Jason of it.

Jason just nodded. "Of course, Timmy, you always are." There was something in his tone that made Tim think that Jason didn't really believe it. "But right now, do you want breakfast?"

Tim nodded. Jason carefully stood up, and Tim could hear him heating something up before bringing a plate of waffles and orange juice. After setting the plate down, Jason moved close to Tim again.

"No work or coffee, but I might be convinced to play a video game with you if you ask nicely." Jason gave Tim a wicked grin, which was returned with a spark of joy.

"Jay, can you pretty, pretty please play a video game with me? I promise not to insta kill you." A challenge.

"Oh, you're on, baby bird. Time to kick you out of the nest and see if you fly."

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Bruce picked Jason's lock with practiced ease. He opened the door quietly, wondering why he hadn't heard from either Tim or Jason in the last couple of hours. With their history, he justified that it wasn't paranoia for him to want to check in. He froze in the doorway at the sight he was met with, an uncharacteristically genuine smile lighting his face.

Jay gave him a smile in return, although it was a little too sharp to be comforting.

"Hey B, what're you doing here?" He asked from his spot on the couch, right on top of a sleeping Tim. One arm was dangling off of the couch, but the other was tucked under Jason like it was being restrained. His face was peaceful in sleep, content even, with Jason gently running his hand through his messy hair.

"Came to check in," Bruce responded, letting the smile slip off his face. Jason could still hear the light amusement in his tone. "Haven't heard from either of you in a while."

"Is that concern I hear, old man?" Jason asked, raising an eyebrow in a look almost as terrifying as Alfred's, but there was a light in his eyes that let Bruce know he was joking.

"To the untrained eye, it might appear that way."

"Oh? Then, to the trained eye, what is it?"

"Mild distress at best."

Jason barked a sharp, real laugh, looking as surprised as Bruce that he had. So much had changed since they had begun to mend their strained relationship. Bruce came over to sit precariously on the edge of the couch so as not to wake Tim.

"Looks like you have the magic touch, Jaybird. I don't think Tim has ever gone to sleep that easily."

"Easily?" Jason asked. "I sedated him to get him here."

"We both know it was a weak dose and wore off within the hour."

Jason rolled his eyes, but flushed. Bruce grinned and let himself ruffle Jason's hair. Jason leaned ever so slightly into the touch.

"You did well, Jay."

Jason mumbled something, flushing an even deeper red. "Take the baby bird back to your nest and get him out of my apartment. He's monopolizing my entire couch."

Bruce quirked a small smile, helping to pull Jason off the top of his brother. Tim immediately released an unhappy noise and shifted in his sleep, before relaxing again.

"How long has he been asleep?"

"An hour or two. He woke up this morning, and I made sure he got some food and water into him before I tired him out again. It didn't take much; he has a serious sleep debt." He coughed, looking a little guilty. "I cut him off caffeine as well, so he wasn't super happy with me. He had a pretty serious headache too."

Bruce merely nodded. "You're a good brother, Jaybird."

Jason scowled, but it didn't quite meet his eyes. "I was just happy for the chance to sedate and sit on him."

Bruce chuckled. "Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah. Just take better care of your birds," Jason replied.

Jason didn't like the mischief that sparked in Bruce's eyes at that.

"You've been up all night watching Tim?" he confirmed.

Jason nodded once, on instinct. He regretted it as soon as he realized where this was going. Bruce didn't hesitate before wrapping an arm around him and lifting him into the air.

"B!" Jason yelped as he was thrown over Bruce's shoulder. "What the hell are you doing?!"

Tim was picked up a little more gently, and Jason couldn't believe that Bruce was able to carry him in one arm and Tim in the other. Tim was 16 and although light, lanky in the way that only a teenager could be. Jason himself was 19 and nearly as tall as Bruce and much larger than Tim.

"Taking 'care of my birds', just like you said." Bruce replied innocently. Jason couldn't see bruce's face from his place drooped over Bruce's shoulder. He was too shocked to even attempt to escape as Bruce carried both of the boys out of the warehouse and gracefully situated them into his car. He typed something in and the car drove back to the Manor, leaving Bruce to sit with his kids the entire time. Tim was still out like a light, and Jason was slowly fading to the side of him. Bruce carefully snaked his hand through Jason's hair and ran through it in soft soothing motions. Almost immediately Jason curled into Bruce's side, head slowly falling to lean against his collar bone.

"Dad." He mumbled under his breath. "Stop. Can't sleep yet. Got wrk' to do." He yawned and Bruce couldn't help but smile.

"Traffic is terrible right now. It's going to be a long time before we make it back to the manor. Might as well take a couple minutes to doze."

"Mmm." Jason responded. His hand blindly searched for Tim, and he only managed to fall asleep once he had confirmed his little brother was sleeping away on Bruce's lap. Bruce's hand continued to draw careful lines as he ran it through Jason's hair. Jason finally shifted to get more comfortable, his hand leaving Tim and moving to lightly grip the edge of Bruce's shirt. Bruce held his breath, but within the next minute, Jason was peacefully asleep, curled against Bruce's side. Bruce was at peace as well, rubbing slow circles on Tim's back and letting his thumb circle the soft hair on Jason's neck.