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“What the fuck!” A cow stood there in the cave in front of Tim chewing grass almost like it’s bored. All Tim wanted to do was work on case but sleep deprivation said otherwise.
“That’s Bat-cow,” Jesus Christ Damian where the fuck did you come from, “she’s my pet cow.”
Fucking what how does that even work? Like it’s a cow, how does one just casually have one? Like Tim gets Clark having one or three but he lives on a farm. Damian does not live on a farm
“So,” Tim starts off slowly trying to pice his thoughts together, “I’m not hallucinating.”
“The fact that’s a concern means you need sleep.” Damian walked up next to Bat-cow and looked at him with sharp eyes. Damian started to pet Bat-cow like a cat.
“No,” Tim shook his head in disagreement so what if he hasn’t slept in 3 day’s he can go longer. “I’m fine.”
“Drake.” Damian lays probably the hardest glare upon him. He walks over to Tim and reaches up to grab his mug of black coffee. Tim yanks his coffee back glaring at Damian.
“What are you doing?” Tim hissed, how dare Damian try and take his coffee, his life blood.
“Coffee is bad for you.” Damian reach’s back for the coffee leaving Tim to run away Damian’s grubby hands. “Drake, get back here!”
Damian races after him yelling. The two run around the cave jumping over and sliding under different things. Tim then spots the manor entrance from the cave and makes a break for it. Damian chase’s after him riding his tail. Tim opens the elevator door from his phone sliding in once it’s open. Damian jumps in at the last second leaving them alone together in the elevator.
“Give me the poison, Drake!” Damian yell’s tackling a screaming Tim to the ground. A loud shattering noise fills when they land slump across the elevator wall. The two look down at the shards of the glass mug in a puddle of black coffee.
“Alfred’s going to kill us.” Tim whispers fearful. There is only one person everyone including - Bruce and Cas - and that’s Alfred.
“Fuck.” Damian cusses looking down at the mess of steaming coffee and broken glass. Damian drops down and starts to pick up the glass shards bare handed.
“Damian,” Tim starts slowly noticing the shaking of Damian’s hands, “you need to be careful I don’t want you hurt.”
“I’m fine,” Damian grits out voice sounding wobbly. Tim can’t help but think of how 2 minutes ago he was the one saying he was fine. “And I’m more the capable to pick up broken glass.”
“I know you are Damian you are capable of so many things, but,” Tim crouch’s down next to Damian stopping him picking up more glass. Tim gently picks the glass out of Damian’s hand putting them back down on the floor away from the coffee. “Just because your capable doesn’t mean you have to.”
“But mother-“ Damian starts his body is shaking and tears are welling up. Tim never really thought he see this side of Damian with the animosity two held for each other but here he is seeing it. So Tim cuts him off because he knows he knows what it’s like trying to appease someone not there.
“Talia isn’t here,” Tim said softly holding on to Damian’s hands looking him the eye with what he hopes comes off sincere “but I am.”
Damian nods going quiet and lean’s on Tim for support. The elevator then dings with the doors opening to the manor.
“Come on let’s clean up the floor safely,” Tim say’s standing up wall dragging Damian up with him, “and then clean your hands, okay?”
“Then you sleep.” Damian all but demands sniffing a bit and Tim just had to give in. It’s his little brother damn it he has to.
“Than i sleep.” Damian nods satisfied and they do just that. Damian sweeps up the glass and Tim wash’s up the coffee, then Tim disinfects and bandage’s were needed on Damian’s hands. The pass out on the couch not even bothering to grab a blanket.
as the two are snuggling into the couch and are about to fall asleep Damian says one last thing.
”you need to sleep more.” And then he’s out like a light innocently sleeping away. All Tim does is scoff at the statement.
‘no i don’t I’m fine’ Tim thinks before passing out for a long overdue nap.
Later Alfred find the two boys passed out on the snuggling together. He throws a blanket he himself knitted across them, he then of course takes a few pictures of his grandsons.