“Because you toss and turn all night and it always keeps me up,” Jason bit back relentlessly. His lower lip was pouted out and his eyes were large and round illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the window and the small night light in the corner of the room. The springs creaked under him and the Afghan fell to the floor at his feet. “Why can’t I just sleep in here?” Tim asked while stepping forward and leaning on Jason’s bed so his belly and head rested on the mattress. Dick thought it was hilarious when Tim put on the too-big domino mask and squealed with excitement while entering the zeta tube. Since that educational clarification, Tim has a much better understanding of the reality of his brother’s base, and he even got to visit there once after begging Bruce and Dick for a full week. Despite the dramatics, Alfred was exceptionally proud that the boy grabbed his coat before running outside into the then-wintery air, and he gave Tim an extra cookie that same evening. “He’s not here, Jacey, he’s spending the night at the volcano.” The first time Tim found out Dick and his teammates meet in a volcano before and after a mission, he shrieked with fear, grabbed his coat, and ran out of the house to go “save Dick from the lava” before Bruce was forced to wrap an arm around his waist and carry him back inside and to the library to have a serious conversation about the inactivity of volcanoes. Please?” Tim whined, shifting his weight between his feet in anticipation. “Our rooms are exactly the same temperature,” Jason finally turned and faced him, a sleepy scowl on his face. “Why can’t I sleep in here? My room is too cold.” “I can’t?” Tim audibly pouted, the Afghan slipping down from his shoulders and bunching around his upper arms. Tim jumped slightly at the noise, expecting (and hoping) to silently slip into Jason’s bed without waking him up. “No Tim, you can’t sleep in here tonight,” Jason muttered without turning around and facing him. The wood floor creaked under the balls of Tim’s feet and he leapt to the soft rug next to his bed to avoid making further noise. The lump under the covers with dark hair resting on top of the pillow proved Jason was turned away from the door and facing the far window instead. In the late hour, he didn’t bother knocking and risking waking everyone else up, so he grasped the cold knob and twisted it to open the door. It was just past midnight when Tim stood before Jason’s door with a purple Afghan wrapped tightly around his shoulders and his bare toes curled under him. TA3 Batman, Give the batfamily the happiness they deserve, The Bats' 10/10 Would Read Again, DC fics I want to keep in my pocket Stats: Published: Words: 9124 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 65 Kudos: 1182 Bookmarks: 237 Hits: 9216 and it is the kind of family i wish i had.i know this is super super soft but it is an au.rating is only there because of cussing.
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