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Fic: Now; Dick/Tim; PG-13

Title: Now
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Dick/Tim
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: angst, fluff
Disclaimer: Not mine
Word Count: 700ish
Author's Notes: Thank you fic for anthriciteowl who asked for angst to fluff, Dick/Tim.


The dart had caught Tim in the thigh and he’d gone down hard off the side of the roof. Dick had panicked and rushed to watch Tim fall two stories into the river below. He was woozy by the time Dick pulled him out of the water, from the fall and the drugs in the dart.

Tim had given up on trying to speak coherently when Dick piled him into the car. He was asleep when Dick pulled into the Cave. He pulled Tim out of the car and set him down one of the gurneys in the corner of the Cave devoted to medical issues.

It only took Dick a few minutes and a light blood scan to determine that Tim had only been hit with a mild sedative. The only reason it was effecting him so badly was because of his relatively small stature. He was fine, aside from smelling like a dead fish.

Dick carried Tim upstairs to Tim’s room, his old room. It looked so different now, with Tim’s things in there instead of his own. Dick had to admit that it looked nicer now. Stylish even. Tim wasn’t even artless in the way he kept his bathroom.

The adjoining bathroom was neater, too, than Dick had kept it. He laid Tim on the thick carpet in the center of the large bathroom and glanced around. The shower curtain was tasteful and the towels matched. Tim’s blue toothbrush was sitting in a cup at the edge of the counter and there wasn’t a spot of toothpaste to be found on it or the sink.

Even the shower was neat. His soaps and shampoo were organized in a rack hanging from the shower head and there wasn’t a spot of mildew to be found. Dick was smiling as he pulled open the shower curtain. He turned the taps on to hot and moved back to Tim.

It took him awhile to undo the clasps, buttons, straps, zippers and catches on Tim’s suit. Tim had even improved on his clothing. Dick easily slid out of his own uniform and lifted Tim into his arms. He walked them over to the shower and pulled the curtain closed behind them.

Tim stirred when the water him them both and he was murmuring by the time Dick began to wash his hair and face. It took almost fifteen minutes to get them both all cleaned up. Dick didn’t know if it was the heat of the water or the stress and adrenaline of the night’s activities, but Dick suddenly felt more exhausted than he had been since the Quake.

He turned off the water and hefted Tim off of his feet as he grabbed two of the fluffy blue towels. He dried himself off quickly and wrapped the other around Tim before lifting him into his arms and carrying Tim into the bedroom.

He dropped Tim onto the bed and collapsed onto it next to him.

Tim had even painted the ceiling a different color.

Tim rolled over and lay half on top of Dick, getting him wet again. Dick wrapped an arm around him and pressed a kiss to his temple.

“You painted my ceiling, kiddo,” Dick murmured to him and Tim smiled.

“Had too, reminded me too much of you,” Tim’s voice was low and sleepy.

“That’s a bad thing?” Dick teased.

Tim frowned. “You’re never around, hurt too much.”

Dick felt something clench in his chest. “I’m sorry, little bro.”

“S’fine. You’re here now.”

Dick pulled Tim up onto his chest and wrapped both arms around him. “Yeah, I’m here now,” he said softly into Tim’s ear.

“Mmmmm,” Tim said and snuggled close in to Dick, his still wet hair dripping coldly down Dick’s neck and chest.

Dick laughed softly. “You’re still a little water-logged there, little bro,” he said, but Tim was asleep.


( 10 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 12th, 2008 08:43 pm (UTC)
I love Dick noticing the changes Tim has made and how Tim is, dare I say, freakishly orginized and neat.

Tim admitting why he pained the ceiling just broke my heart but he's right, Dick's there now so everything will ne just fine.

Wonderful fic.
Jun. 13th, 2008 02:39 am (UTC)
I'm glad you like it. I'd like to think Dick made a point to hang around more, after this.
Jun. 12th, 2008 09:16 pm (UTC)
Oooh, that's so sad and sweet...
Jun. 13th, 2008 02:39 am (UTC)
That sums up Robin-love pretty well, I'd say. Sad and sweet. :(
Jun. 12th, 2008 09:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much.

Of course Tim is a bit of neat freak. Even so, I bet his room with the Drakes was exactly as messy as he thought was normal.

I liked the way Dick got protective, but my favorite part was the end, when Tim admitted the reason that he peinted his ceiling.
Jun. 13th, 2008 02:40 am (UTC)
I bet you're totally right about his old room at his Dad's place. Now that he's with Bruce he can be as anally neat as he'd like. :DD

Jun. 13th, 2008 02:36 am (UTC)
Awww!! I love how Dick takes care of Tim, down to the littlest things. *purrs happily* :)
Jun. 13th, 2008 02:41 am (UTC)
Want to know a secret? I wrote this entire story because I wanted to picture Dickie wrapping Tim up in a nice fluffy towel. I couldn't get the image out of my head. It's too cute. :D
Jun. 13th, 2008 03:10 am (UTC)
Aww, this is so sweet! I love it when Dick takes care of Tim. And so love the thought of Tim falling asleep in Dick's arms.
Jun. 13th, 2008 03:46 am (UTC)
I like the thought of a water logged Timmy dripping all over Dick. :DD

I'm glad you liked it.
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