That's What Brothers Are For

Get well Soon

AN: Hi! this is the first thing I ever posted, so it might be kinda lame, let me warn you. I love comments and constructive criticism so feel free to tell me what I could be doing to make this better! Hopefully my writing will improve as I write more. I might need some ideas though, so if you have any, please let me know!

Sadly, I own nothing :( now onto the story!

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Tim lay in his bed, his body clinging to the covers, shivering. His breathing was harsh, his nose was as red as his robin suit. His lungs were screaming for the germs occupying his body to leave, as a massive cough left his frail body. Every bone ached and he felt as if he were baking in an oven.

He had the flu.

Tim groaned as he shifted his position in his bed, trying to somehow get comfortable. He had fought some of Gothams most dangerous criminals, so why couldn't he fight off the flu?

He mumbled "Come in." As there was a knock at the door.

Dick Grayson walked in, quietly shutting the door behind him.

"Hey Timmy, how are you feeling?" Asked Dick as he gingerly sat at the end of Tim's bed.

"Just great, how 'bout you?"

Dick rolled his eyes at Tim's sarcasm.

"I mean it. Do you feel any better?"

"No. I feel worse." Tim replied grimly.

A huge sneeze suddenly escaped his nose and made Dick flinch.

"Ya know you should probably leave," Tim sniffled, "You don't want to catch my germs. Trust me."

"But your probably really bored. It must be hard to sleep when you can't stop coughing for five minutes." To prove Dicks point, Tim started to have a coughing fit. "I'll stay here for a little while and keep you company."

Tim sighed. Dick would not be a happy camper when he gets the flu. Not to mention he gets really whiney and needy when he's sick, which annoys everyone...

Dick started to give Tim his famous puppy dog pout, his lip started to quiver and his eyes grew moist. Tim tried to look away, but it was just no use.

"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you."

"I won't." Dick grinned, obviously happy he had won. "So what do you want to do?"

"I can't really do anything. I feel like my head is about to explode."

"Want me to tell you a story?" Dick asked.

Whenever Tim had nightmares when he was younger, Dick would always tell him a story to make him feel better. It was usually about when Dick was a flying Grayson at the circus. Tim thoroughly enjoyed hearing about the exciting times Dick had with the circus folk.

"Um, Dick, don't you think I'm kinda old for that?" Tim's voice sounded unsure, and he fiddled with his fingers, obviously embarrassed.

"Well if you really think so..." Dick started to rise off the bed.

"No!"

Tim quickly covered his mouth as soon as the word had left his mouth. His cheeks turned even redder then before.

"I mean, I guess it's ok. If you really want to..."

Dick chuckled and sat back down beside his brother.

"Alright. I'll tell you about the time I helped the bearded lady get a date."

About 40 minutes later, Tim and Dick were fast asleep. No one answered Alfred's knock, so the elder man slowly peeked into Tim's quiet room. A smile tugged at his lips as he saw the sweet scene in front if him. He daintily placed the bowl of soup he had in his hand on the end table beside the bed, and tucked his two young charges in. He felt Tim's head and was glad that his fever had gone down considerably. Alfred shut off the light and left the room. Dick was right. Being blood brothers doesn't matter. Of course Alfred already knew you didnt need to be related to be a family.

I know, too short, not enough fluff... I'm working on it. The next chapter should be better... hopefully... Thank you for reading! Let me know if you have any ideas!