The Musicians (Damian Wayne x reader)

87. Fights

~~~Tim's point of view~~~
       It's unusual for (Y/n) to ever fall asleep in a car. She says she doesn't feel safe, yet she let herself. She trusted Adrien Wolf. I carried her upstairs. I knew Damian hadn't come home yet; I had no idea when he would, but I had a feeling that in her current state she wouldn't want to see him when she woke up. I didn't want to wake her, but I couldn't let her stay in her wet clothes. What should I do? I could call Jason over, but what would he do? I mumbled to myself before taking her into my room and laying her on my bed. I pulled off her heels and placed them next to her bag on the floor. I sat in my chair to think. I decided I'd make an attempt to put her in something dry and grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that would certainly be too big for her. I didn't really want to dig through her stuff for her clothes. It seemed rather intrusive despite what I was already trying to do. I sat her up gently and threw the t-shirt over her head before pulling her blouse off, allowing the shirt to fall over her before I could even see anything. The t-shirt really was too big for her, maybe she wouldn't need the sweatpants after all. I pulled the shirt down until it stopped above her knees then carefully pulled her skirt off, doing my best without looking. I managed to do it without a problem and tucked her into my bed. I sat back at my computer and set its brightness to its lowest setting so I wouldn't wake her before continuing the research I was doing before Adrien had called me. I don't remember falling asleep, but I apparently did because I woke up in the morning to find (Y/n) sitting up in bed blushing. I remembered what had happened last night and cleared my throat, trying not to be awkward. "Morning," I sat up, but I immediately regretted how I fell asleep due to my currently sore neck.
"Morning," she whispered. "What happened last night?"
"You fell asleep in Adrien's car and when he brought you home, you didn't wake up. I brought you inside. I had a feeling you didn't exactly want to see Damian." I answered. She nodded.
"Thank you," she mumbled hoarsely. Oh no, is she sick? "I don't feel so good I think." I stood up and handed her the sweatpants I had gotten out last night. Before she could get up I pressed the back of my hand to her forehead. She was definitely burning up.
"You're burning up," I sighed. "You're staying home." Despite it being the weekend, she still had work.
"But—!" she started with a panic. Her voice was definitely rebelling against her because she couldn't go louder than a scratchy whisper.
"You're staying home," I finalized. She slouched in defeat before heading to my bathroom to put on the sweatpants and take a hot shower. I texted Jason while she did and he said he'd come over in a bit. She came back with wet hair and dressed in my oversized clothes. I could hear her sniffling as she stood outside my bathroom. I realized I'd probably have to wash my sheets now. She climbed back into my bed. I could only assume she was afraid of confronting Damian in her state or at all. I definitely wouldn't say she was cowardly, but I knew she didn't like confrontation unless it was absolutely necessary. I climbed into the bed and made an attempt to dry her hair, but we both knew Jason would be far better for this than I would. (Y/n) flopped over on my bed tiredly. I could only wonder what would happen if Damian found her in my room. As if on cue, someone knocked on my door. I opened it a crack to reveal a very angry Damian. "This really isn't a good time," I told him, trying not to let (Y/n) hear me and get upset.
"Don't be stupid Drake," Damian scowled, pushing past me, walking into my room. "I know (Y/n) is in here." He walked in only to see her asleep on my bed. It really didn't take her long to fall asleep if she was exhausted I found.
"That's why it's not a good time," I sighed. "Look I think you should go. She's really tired and she's got a cold."
"Why is she sick?" Damian asked. I really didn't know how to answer, but Damian didn't deserve one at the moment. He didn't make time for her and now he was all concerned when she wasn't in her room. As if he even checked after coming home.
"She's a human? Humans get sick?" I mumbled. What did he expect me to say? Damian glared at me. "What time did you get home?"
"Father took me to a late business dinner to make a deal with some other businesses men," Damian answered. "I'm not quite sure what time it was, but I had patrol right after." Right, the new schedule that had been arranged had Dick and Damian out last night for patrol. Not that it mattered, he could have still checked on her before going out. Jason arrived in my doorway with Dick.
"Move demon spawn," Jason grunted unhappily. "I want to see her." He held a paper bag with groceries in it. Was he going to cook?
"I think you should go," I agreed.
"I want to see her too Todd," Damian growled at him.
"Oh, now you want to see her?" Jason countered angrily.
"Guys don't fight here. What if she wakes up?" I tried to settle them down. I looked to Dick who nodded and made an attempt to gently lead Damian out of my room. They may not have been close, but he knew (Y/n) wasn't happy with Damian. You could feel it in the rare occurrences when they were in the same room.
"Why are you all so determined to not let me be with her when she isn't feeling well?" Damian argued.
"Because you weren't even with her when she was okay!" Jason looked ready to personally remove him. (Y/n) shifted on the bed. Jason turned to her and checked in on her.
"Damian you can see her a bit later," Dick tried to reason. Damian simply huffed and stormed out of the room.
"You okay Kid?" Jason had immediately taken on a far calmer and more caring tone. "I'm going to go make you some soup alright?" Jason stood and took his bag of groceries with him. I looked at him with confusion. Since when did he cook? Dick came into my room and moved to stand next to (Y/n). He rubbed her back soothingly.
"What's going on in here? Why is there so much yelling so early in the morning?" Alfred was the next to come in.
"(Y/n) has a cold," I explained.
"Oh my," Alfred sighed tiredly. "I'll get started on the chicken soup."
"Don't worry Alfred," I stopped him from heading to the kitchen. "I think Jason's taking care of it." Alfred simply nodded and left the room quietly.
"I guess he's mad," (Y/n) rasped.
"Don't worry about that right now," I turned to face her. "Just focus on getting better." She nodded. Dick stood up.
"I should make sure there aren't any kitchen fights," he mumbled, leaving me with (Y/n). I turned back to the drowsy girl in my bed. Where was I supposed to sleep? I shook my head, telling myself I'd think about it later. I approached her from the other side of the bed and watched as she incoherently mumbled to herself.
"I'm going to go get some medicine. I'll be right back," I assured her. She nodded and I went to the medicine cabinet and grabbed some cold medicine and cough syrup in case she needed it. I quickly made my way back to her bedside where I helped her sit up and take a bit of medicine. She put up far less of a fight than any of my brothers would have. What would we do about Damian? It's something he and (Y/n) need to talk about but she's in no condition to be having that kind of conversation. I watched as she settled back in my bed and drifted asleep again. I moved to my computer and continued my work, but I turned back every few minutes to check on her. After a bit, Jason made his way up with a bowl of chicken soup and a cup of tea with honey and lemon. He set it aside to wake her up. I made no argument. She did have to eat. Jason gently shook her awake. She looked up tiredly but she clearly had more energy than before. She quietly accepted the soup and Jason took a seat at the foot of my bed, watching to make sure she finished the bowl. Once she had, Jason took the bowl from her and set it aside again. Now my room smelled of chicken soup. I could tell she didn't want to go to sleep again quite yet. "We can watch a movie if you don't want to sleep yet," I suggested. Jason nodded before taking her bowl downstairs. (Y/n) perked up at the thought. I grabbed my laptop and settled into the bed next to her. "We can watch whatever you want," I told her. She thought for a moment before searching up a movie. Jason joined us and took a seat on the other side of her.
"Midnight in Paris? I always knew we'd get along Kid," Jason chuckled, gently ruffling her hair. The three of us sat in the dark room until the movie ended. I wasn't quite sure when (Y/n) had fallen asleep again, but it didn't matter. At least she was resting. Jason moved her into a more comfortable position on the bed as I put away my laptop. We stepped into the hallway, gently pulling the door almost shut.
"She's doing better," I sighed tiredly. I should have actually tried sleeping normally last night. "What about Damian? What should we do?"
"Once she's feeling better we let them talk it out I guess," Jason shrugged. "If he has time for it."
"They both could use a day off when she's not sick," I admitted. "School is starting soon. They do spend a lot more time together at school."
"That's true," Jason thought for a moment. "His training doesn't continue through the school year and (Y/n) actually has the brains to maintain a controlled schedule. She packs herself so tight now just to fill the time since she can't see him."
"We'll see how she's feeling later. Damian doesn't have to go to the office this weekend. Hopefully she's well enough to confront him," I rubbed my forehead, trying to think of what to do. "Who has patrol tonight?"
"You, me, and Bruce," Jason answered, immediately realizing a small issue. Neither of us would be here to serve as the barricade between Damian and (Y/n). "F*ck."
"Alright," I tried to focus. "Dick isn't going to try to stop them. Alfred probably won't either. What do we do? We can't call anyone over. It's too risky."
"We just have to leave her be," Jason relented. I could tell he didn't like it. "Dick will check on her through the night or at least until we get back. Even if he doesn't stop them, he can definitely do damage control." I nodded. It's not like she wasn't safe. Hours passed until it was time to go on patrol. I checked on (Y/n) one more time before heading out. She had moved to her own room and I had changed my sheets in the afternoon.
"We'll be back soon," I told her. She nodded. She wasn't as tired anymore and looked as though she had slept a majority of her cold off, but her voice was still hoarse and painful to hear. I could tell she missed being able to sing.