59) Violent Brothering is Way Better Than Gentle Parenting

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Nico had been back in the manor for 4 months and back in his room for two weeks. They kept trying to get him to leave the room, but it rarely worked. They brought every meal to his room and if anyone wanted to hang out or do something with him, they had better been able to do it in his room or it wasn't happening.

They usually wouldn't have pushed him, trying to give him as much autonomy over his life as possible, but Bruce had told them that Dr. Thompkins said he needed to strengthen his lungs with exercise—something he was definitely not doing as he sat in his bed all day.

Tim had been out of the manor for the last few days on a mission, and when he came back and found out none of them had managed to get Nico out of the room, he was pissed.

They had one job: get Nico to literally do anything that resembled exercise

What they did: fucking nothing

Tim decided that gentle parenting wasn't gonna work here so he made the executive decision to use a different approach: violent brothering

Steph was apparently in the room knitting with him at the moment, so he didn't bother knocking and just kicked the door open.

"Oh my fuck! What the hell Tim?!" Steph said, having fallen off the bed with how much she jumped at the sudden intrusion.

Tim ignored her and just stared at Nico with an unimpressed look. "Huh, I didn't realize you were a little bitch."

Nico looked too confused at the moment to be angry at the statement. "What?"

"I said, I didn't realize you were a little bitch, DiAngelo," Tim stated flatly, arms crossed as he leaned against the doorway. "Here I was believing you were actually a capable fighter, but apparently I was wrong considering you got your ass handed to you by a couple of giants and are now just mopping about it in your bed."

Nico glared at him. "Really Drake? You wanna go there?"

Tim rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I wanna fucking go there. You were all 'I'm too cool and mysterious for all of you' until someone stronger showed up, and now you're hiding away like a wounded little puppy with your tail between your legs."

Steph was staring at him like he was crazy. "Uh, Tim, what are you-"

"I'm not hiding," Nico bit out, looking angrier and angrier with each passing second.

"Honestly, it's probably a good thing that you're in hiding from everyone you know," Tim continued, stepping closer to the bed as he stared down the demigod. "You're being such a little bitch that they probably wouldn't even recognize you. Hey, maybe we should test that theory. Let's go call up Percy and see if he recognizes-"

Nico sprung to his feet and launched himself at the teen.

Tim quickly dodged, a shit eating grin growing on his face as he ran out the door and down the hallway. He heard rapid footsteps following him and he quickly upped his pace.

"Out of the fucking way!" Tim yelled as he saw Jason and Dick walking down the hallway approaching him. They just froze in shock, Tim shoving them out of the way as he passed and then hearing them call their surprise in the distance as Nico assumably passed by them as well.

He made it down the stairs and quickly began weaving in and out of the rooms in an attempt to lose Nico, who was gaining on him. When he had doubled back through the kitchen, he noticed that all of his siblings had apparently gathered to watch as Tim ran for his life.

He payed them no mind as he saw Nico slide into the room, chest heaving and eyes still furious. "There you are Drake."

Tim still had a shit eating grin as they had a stand off in the kitchen, his siblings all watching from the kitchen island.

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