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“The doctors said you’ll be okay now.” Tim’s voice sounded oddly high and soft all at once in the empty room. Well empty apart from the teenager sleeping soundly in the hospital bed. “I know Mr. Wayne is feeling very guilty about what happened and that he had to leave you here instead of taking you home.”
Tim paused, reaching out a hand to smooth the cold white edge of the blankets, carefully not touching the body beneath them. Even though he really wanted to pic up the limp hand and let Jason know he wasn’t alone. Wouldn’t ever be alone as long as Tim was around to make sure.
“Scarecrow went back to Arkham and they’re going to give him stronger sedation.” Tim paused, well it wasn’t exactly happy news but it was important, and maybe it would let Jason sleep easier. “The break isn’t as bad as everyone was afraid off.”
Tim wouldn’t mention how he’d fallen down the rusty old fire escape, trying to get to the street after the stones collapsed on top of Jason, cutting open a huge gash along his arm. That wasn’t important, the wound was carefully hidden under his shirt and bandages no one would ever notice, and Tim really needed to think of something happy.
“Oh! I did hear them say Mr. Wayne will be able to take you home tonight, after you wake up of course, but it shan’t be too long.” And Tim would be long gone by the time Jason woke up and Mr. Wayne returned.
“And you did very well, all the children were saved, all thanks to you Jason.” Tim paused, his throat tight remember how scared he’d been, before softly patting the edge of the bed again. “Mr. Wayne was so scared I don’t think he’ll ever let you get into a situation where you can be hurt again.”
“Young Master are you lost?”
Tim’s heart stopped as he looked up to see the Alfred Pennyworth frowning as he stood in the hospital room doorway.
“Oh! N-no sir!” Tim jumped up, pressing against the wall wanting to escape so much, face bright scarlet. “I-i he just looked lonely! I wanted to keep him company for a bit I didn’t mean to cause any problems!”
Alfred calmly stepped into the room, both eyebrows raised,watching as Tim started slipping around him.
“You are most welcome to stay in that case young man.” Alfred sat down what looked to be a plate of cookies. “Are you waiting for someone else?”
“Yes sir!” Tim looked down at his feet. “I had better go check on them. I am very sorry.”
“No problem at all.” Alfred said kindly. “I’m sure if Master Jason had been awake he would have appreciated the company. Would you enjoy a cookie before you run off?”
“No sir. I really need to be on my way.” Tim scrunched up, not meeting Alfred’s eyes, and raced out of the hospital room. Heart thundering in his chest at being caught. What if Mr. Wayne, the Batman, had walked in?
Well…it had been worth it to make sure Jason was alright and to talk to him.