The Cursed Stone (Batmom reader fanfic)

Part 6

As you wandered down the mighty halls of the manor. You noticed a soft blue light coming from the bottom of the room. You pout as it's 3 in the morning. And the only person who could be up this late was Tim.

You knock at the door once, then twice.

"Come in"

You opened the door to see cans of Red Bull and water litter the floor. A surprisingly clean bed and your teenager glued to the screen typing code after code.

"Tim. When was the last time you did anything other than your nightly work."

Tim turned his head to face you. You immediately noticed the unhealthy bags and red eyes. Even his face seemed droopy "I completed next week's assignments for school."

You let out a sigh before tip-toeing your way to him. Avoiding the mess that was his room. You finally stand by his side and look at the case he's working on.

"This the riddler?"

He too looks at the screen "yup"

"Bruce is out right now working on the case?"

"Yea"

"So if he's working on it. Then why aren't you resting honey."

"I have to help him. He can't do this alone."

Tim could barely keep his head up. You closed the laptop which made him perk up "w-wait! I'm not done."

"You are to spend this weekend resting. Two days off."

"W-what. But Y/N"

"No buts." You place a hand on his forehead, then his cheek "besides you're heating up."

Tim was about to respond but he let out a sigh instead. She was totally right. He was tired, but he didn't wanna fail Bruce.

"Don't worry baby. You're not going to fail him."

Tim looked at you in shock.

"I can tell that's what you're thinking. You seem to forget that Bruce has been in the game for a long time now. I'm sure he's got this particular case covered."

Tim stood. Out of nowhere, he gave you a tight hug. Stunned you hugged him back. Gently rubbing circles along his back as he rested his head on your shoulder "thanks mom."

Mom. This is the first time he's called you mom. You felt butterflies fill your stomach. You opened your mouth to say something, but a light snore cut you off. "Good thing the bed is next to you."

Jason awoke with the most grueling of headaches. "Shit. shit shit shit. TIM! Timothy Drake show yourself right now!" Jason rushed out of the room and into the halls. He banged on the doors like mad man "Tim! Open the door"

A groggy Tim appeared, clearly annoyed "Why are you here? Did you come to tell me you're a better Robin?"

Jason shook his head. "How are you feeling? Is your head ok? How many fingers am I holding up?"

Tim furrowed his brows before closing the door on Jason.

"Dude come on! You need to help out with mom. You have to please. We lost Dick, I really hope we didn't lose you too, my memories are leaving me. Please Tim you gotta remember Ma. you have to remember Y/N!"

Jason pressed his head on the door. Tonight he'll be the one to suffer whatever this universe will through at him. Then Damian will be alone. Or worse, they'll never get their mom back.