Lay Your Weary Head To Rest (Don't You Cry No More)

A.N: Just a moment that I had pictured in my head... Thanks, GPT, for your assistance. 

Lay Your Weary Head To Rest (Don't You Cry No More)

The cozy room in Wayne Manor enveloped Jason and Dick as they sought solace in each other's company. Jason was engrossed in a book, sprawled comfortably on the couch. Sensing his brother's presence, Dick approached and draped himself across Jason's shoulders from behind, pressing a tender kiss on the top of his head. They settled down together on the soft couch, with Dick lying down and resting his head on Jason's lap.

The room was filled with a comfortable silence, as if words weren't necessary to convey their bond. Jason continued reading, but his attention shifted to the subtle changes in Dick's breathing. He knew his older brother well enough to sense that Dick wasn't asleep, despite the deep breaths he took.

Their peaceful moment was suddenly interrupted as Damian barged into the room, seemingly about to ask for Dick's attention. However, Jason urgently murmured a "Shhh," instinctively aware that disturbing the tranquility would disrupt the fragile connection they were sharing. He tightened his hold on Dick's hand, urging Damian to remain silent.

Though his eyes remained closed, Dick was aware of the approaching presence of Damian. Sensing his brother's need for quiet, Damian silently draped a blanket over Dick's shoulders, ensuring his comfort. He hesitated for a moment before gently tugging the blanket over Jason's shoulders as well, a subtle gesture to include him in the protective warmth.

As Damian settled the blanket, Tim entered the room, his phone still in hand. He halted mid-sentence, a mix of emotions flickering on his face as he absorbed the scene in front of him.

Respecting the sanctity of the moment, Tim quietly stepped back and exited the room. He had been on a call, and the need for silence was evident.

When Tim entered the movie night room once again, the scene remained unchanged. Dick's eyes remained closed, and his rhythmic breathing continued. Damian had moved to the floor, sitting with his back against the part of the couch Jason's legs would have been had they not been propped on the coffee table. Engrossed in his thoughts and emotions, Damian focused on a drawing, pouring his feelings onto paper with each stroke of his pencil.

Tim settled into a recliner that was set right beside the couch - because the couch was too small for his huge family on movie nights - his exhaustion evident as he leaned his head against Jason's shoulder, releasing a sigh of weariness. He had finished his call and now a week's worth exhaustion was crashing down on him.

As the night progressed, the darkness outside began to wane, and the first rays of sunlight peeked through the windows. They remained in the room, their bond unspoken yet deeply felt, honoring the memory of their lost but found brother. In that silent communion, they found solace, strength, and the reassurance that they were not alone in their grief.

Jason remained silent, keenly aware that his presence alone was enough reassurance for his brothers. He knew that their actions—Dick's intimate touch, Damian's quiet blanket, and Tim's tired lean—were their way of reminding themselves that he was still right there with them.

And he didn't need to say a word because his brothers understood just as much as he did. They knew that he would always be a part of their lives, even during his absences, as he dropped off the face of earth, staying away from them for months on end.

And on this solemn anniversary, they found solace in their unspoken connection, a bond that transcended the boundaries of life and death.