This Is My Future

Chapter 26

Dick's P.O.V

Just like yesterday I woke up to music blaring outside my door.

I panicked when I felt an arm across my neck and I grabbed the wrist and elbow. I quickly stopped myself from snapping the bones remembering Tim.

I turned my head to look at my little brother. He slept peacefully on his stomach not realizing I was about to break his arm.

I put Tim's arm at his side. I got off the bed and Tim started to stir. I groaned; I didn't want to wake the kid, who knows the last time he had a normal night's sleep.

He rolled over and flopping onto his back, sprawling out, laying like a little spider.

I snorted and clicked on the light knowing he was going to wake up anyway.

He grunted in his throat and rubbed his eyes.

"Morning Baby Bird," I chuckled.

He groaned and rubbed his eyes, "Good morning."

"How'd you sleep?"

He sat up, "Pretty good...you?"

"The moment I woke up I tried breaking your arm," I said bluntly.

He looked at his arm bewildered. He blinked, looked at me and shrugged, "Happens."

I nodded and smacked him with a pillow. He fell back as if I punched him, the pillow layed on his face.

I put my fists on my hips smiling at him in amusement, "Are you tired, bored, or just officially done with life?"

"Is there an 'all of the above'?"

I chuckled, "You're a pain in the ass."

"But you love me!" He yelled into the pillow.

I bent down and pressed my face into the pillow, "No I don't!"

"Yes! You do!" He retorted.

"You wish!" I laughed.

"Enough pillow talk!" Arty yelled, suddenly in my doorway.

I bolted upright in surprise. I looked at the door and frowned, "I thought I locked that."

She smirked, "You did."

I chuckled and shook my head at her.

"Breakfast is ready," Arty said turning and walking out.

I looked at Tim, "Get up before I smother you."

He snorted, but didn't move.

"Three..." I warned. He didn't move.

I smirked mischievously, "Two."

Still nothing.

"One," I climbed onto the bed and sat on him.

He groaned as the air left his lungs, "Seriously! How much do you weigh!?"

I chuckled but didn't move.

"Dick," he said. "Please get off."

"Give me a reason," I jokingly challenged.

"Please Dick," he begged. "I hurt my ribs on a mission the other day."

I emediatly jumped off. "Why didn't you tell me? Are you okay?"

"Fine," he puffed out. "Just really sore."

I nodded. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a sitting position.

"I'm fine Dick, I'm serious," he said sitting up straight.

I bent down and hugged him. He hugged me back resting his head on my shoulder.

"I especially miss these..." he muttered quietly.

I patted his back and pulled away. I picked him up and flung him to his feet on the floor.

"Come on," I said. "Let's get breakfast before Arty kills us...she's like Alfred."

"Scary when you don't come and get your food?"

"Yup."

Tim and I burst into laughter.

Arty blocked the door suddenly.

Tim and I emediatly stopped laughing.

Arty raised a brow, "You both have ten seconds to die."

Tim and I looked at eachother, "Run!"