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Tim was so cold. He was currently lying in bed at his apartment huddled under a pile of blankets. His phone had fallen out of his blanket pile a while ago, and he hadn’t been willing to leave the small comfort of the blankets to retrieve it.
He knew, logically, that the blankets wouldn’t really make a difference.
He hated Ivy.
Everything sucked. He hadn’t even been able to catch her. She’d just made sure some of her plants sprayed him with pollen before vanishing, and leaving poor Tim to deal with the aftermath.
Seriously, why did she have to take her frustration out on him? It wasn’t his fault she had fought with Harley.
He groaned, curling into a tighter ball. He wrapped his arms around himself, hoping the self-hug would work. It didn’t.
He wanted Dick’s warm hugs, and Bruce’s head pats. He wanted Jason’s brusque worrying and Steph’s teasing.
He closed his eyes. There was no point thinking of any of them.
They were all busy.
Jason was crime bossing in Crime Alley, Dick was in Bludhaven. Bruce was at an important WE meeting. Cass was still in Hong Kong and Steph had mentioned she’d be studying for her exams today. And Time would never ask Damian. He shuddered at the mere thought of asking the little gremlin.
His shaking got worse.
He shuddered. Everything ached.
His phone range. He ignored it.
It rang again.
He was not getting out of his blanket pile to grab it.
It rang again.
Ugghh. He covered his ears and ignored it.
Three more times it rang.
What did they want!?
Tim was unavailable.
They could figure something else out.
But what if they really needed help?
Okay, if it rang one more time, Tim would answer.
He waited, praying to all the deities he’d heard about. Surely, one of them must be real. It stayed silent. Yes! Thank you unknown deity!
Then someone knocked.
On his window.
He was not going to get up! If it was a murderer they’d have to stab him through all his blanket layers.
He heard the window open. If only he had his phone so he could bet Steph on which brother it would be.
“Are you dead?”
Jason. Tim sighed, but didn’t respond. Jason would find him soon enough.
“Timberly? Is that you or did you just leave all your blankets on the bed?”
Tim grunted.
The blankets shifted, and Tim let out an involuntary whine as they were shoved off him. Above him, Jason froze. Tim curled into himself. With an actual person so close, the trembling had increased.
“Shit, Timbit, what’s wrong with you? You look a little pale.”
“Ivy.” Tim managed through chattering teeth.
“Then what the hell are you doing here? You know blankets don’t work with cuddle pollen.”
Tim ignored him.
Jason sighed. “Do you want me to call, Dick?”
“He’s busy.”
“And he’d totally drop everything to come cuddle with you.”
Tim wished Jason would hug him. He wished Jason would leave.
“Fine.” Jason said. “Mover over.”
“What–”
Then Jason was shoving him to the side of the bed, and Tim didn’t have time to be annoyed because then he was laying down next to him and slinging an arm over Tim’s chest.
Time melted against him.
Tim could hear Jason on his phone, but he didn’t bother trying to figure out what he was doing. He finally felt warm.
He was just starting to fully relax when he heard his window slide open again.
“Tim!,” Dick said, coming into the room. “Jason said you got hit with cuddle pollen. Why didn’t you say anything?”
“He thought you were too busy to come.” Jason grunted.
Dick’s expression crumbled, “I’ll always come if you need me, babybird. You too, Little Wing.”
Tim closed his eyes, and Jason shifted behind him.
Then there was someone gently shoving him back into Jason, and laying down in front of him.
He opened his eyes to see Dick settling in front of him wrapping his arm around him and Jason.
The last of the cold left him, and Tim finally was able to fall asleep snuggled between two of his brothers.