Just Robin Oneshots Part 2

green icing > red icing

This is really dramatic for no reason but I liked it

I blame all the Australian soaps for the unnecessary drama

https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/stress-anxiety-depression/coping-with-panic-attacks/

^thought this might be helpful since today there's gonna be mentions of panic attacks and this is the closest thing I could find to dealing with them

"Grayson, Drake is ruining the icing!" Damian yelled. Dick groaned at being awoken from his nap. He'd decided to take a break after supervising the first twenty minutes of the baking session to make sure Tim's head wasn't being shoved in an oven by Damian and Jason wasn't trying to sneak out a window. The trio needed bonding and Dick needed a time out from the chaos they brought with them everywhere. He'd woken up in a cold sweat that morning and he was sure that he was going to have a bad day. He was right. When he was out that morning getting ingredients for Alfred, he felt an anxiety attack coming on from the number of people in there and barely made it back to his car to ride it out in some sort of privacy. He didn't mention the experience to his brothers, blaming traffic as the reason he was late. "How could he ruin it? He's a perfectionist, he couldn't if he tried!" Dick shouted back. He couldn't be bothered to get up. The couch was calling him back to his nap and he was extremely tempted to give in to the temptation. "He made it red! It shouldn't be red!"

"Red is better than green, get over it!" Tim argued.

"I just want to eat the fucking cake! Goldie get in here and - urgh you little shit!" Jason yelled.

With a loud tired sigh, Dick walked to the kitchen and tried to make some sense of the room whilst trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. "Okay, all of y-" his breath hitched. Everyone was covered in the red icing that in this light, thanks to the blurred vision he had from just waking up, could be mistaken for blood. It covered Damian's chest and face, sticking in his hair. Tim wasn't in any better shape as his shirt was covered in the stuff and he was reeling from having some flicked in his eye. Jason had most of it in flecks on his face and a smudged handprint on his arm. They were fighting in a pile, making it difficult for Dick to tell who's limbs belonged to who. "Don't just stand there, get these idiots off of me!" Damian ordered. Dick just stared at him, glazed eyes, as his breathing became more panicked. The rosiness in his cheeks slowly drained. No matter how hard he told himself it was just icing and he was being silly, it didn't stop the dreaded feeling coming over him. "Grayson! What are you doing?" He opened his mouth to explain what he was seeing but it clamped closed. Jason managed to rip his eyes off the youngest and onto the eldest.

At the sight of Dick, he let go of Tim and Damian. They soon realized he was the only one supporting them and fell down with disgruntled mutters. "Shit, Dick are you having one?" he asked. Jason tried his best to hide his genuine concern but it bled through. It always did when it came to family, even the little fuckers on the floor caused it to come out. Dick nodded slowly, backing up so he could feel the solid wall. He needed it as a lifeline. "Having one?" Tim repeated, scrambling up off the floor. 

"Panic attacks, he gets them sometimes. You've seen him have one right?" Jason asked, helping Dick sit down on the floor. The older went about trying to even out his breath, feeling his mouth becoming as dry as a desert. It felt awful but he had more pressing matters like breathing. "No, guess he's been too comfortable around me," Tim answered, a little smug. That smugness disappeared when he heard Jason chuckle darkly. 

"I thought the same until I found out that he would run off as quickly as he could when he felt it coming on. Followed him one time to see where he was going and got the fright of my life," he explained.

Damian walked over and sat by Dick patiently. He'd only seen panic attacks on TV shows but it was mostly dramas so he didn't know where the dramatization began and ended. "What do we do?" Tim asked hesitantly. He had a few before but having one and helping someone having one were two completely different things. 

"Just sit with him, he knows what to do. He likes the company," Jason told him. He pulled out his phone and began texting Bruce to let him know what happened. 

"He's breathing rather quickly," Damian pointed out.

"He'll sort himself out soon enough. Dick's attacks don't last too long, ten minutes at the most," Jason assured him. "You want a glass of water?" Dick slowly nodded, gulping to try and get rid of the awful dryness in his mouth. He found a rhythm within breathing which allowed him to slow down his breaths and even them out. He felt his hands get clammy and felt his whole body get hit with shakes. Although he hated having these attacks in front of people, he couldn't help but feel comforted by his brother's genuine concern for him.

After what felt like forever, Dick was feeling normal enough to manage a tried smile to assure his family that he was okay. "Sorry about that. Sometimes they just come on and I can't stall them," he croaked, gladly taking the glass of water Jason brought him. 

"What caused it?" Tim asked. Dick laughed breathily and blushed in embarrassment. 

"All of you covered in red icing. Sorta looked like blood since I was tired. Stupid I know." He looked tired and clammy, his fringe sticking to his forehead. They couldn't find the need nor want to tease him about it when he was in such a sorry state from it. "It's not stupid if it did this," Jason muttered. "What's stupid is sitting here covered in icing. I'm having a shower." Dick chuckled and shakily stood up. 

"You should all have one, it's stuck in your hair." Tim and Damian reached up and pulled a clump from their hair. 

"Gross," they said in disgusted unison.

"This all would've been avoided if you just let me make the icing green," Damian muttered, folding his arms in a pout. As Tim was about to counter, Dick interrupted him. 

"Let me crash somewhere before you two start," he said tiredly. "You can fight all you want then."

"Very well, prepare for a dual in an hour's time Drake," Damian proclaimed before heading to his ensuite room. 

"You're a child in the 21st century, why would you have a dual?" Tim exclaimed. He rolled his eyes and walked out.

"You alright Dickie-bird?" Jason inquired once the younger pair were gone.

"Yeah, just need some sleep. Look, I gotta thank you for staying with them today," he replied. "And dealing with me." He got a light punch on the shoulder followed by a small grin. 

"Wouldn't miss out on watching kids fight for the world," Jason joked.

"I know that's not the reason you stayed. You like 'em even if they drive you mad. Admit it." Jason grumbled with a pout similar to Damian's. "I went through hell twice today, admit it."

"I guess they're tolerable- wait did you say twice."

"Gonna go have a nap now, bye!" Dick announced, swiftly exiting the room.

"Goldie, come back here!"

Should I do one of those song fanfics where you build a story around a song??? I don't think I've done one. If I have it's been a while. Lemme know